(Loving the Puckers, #4)
Publication date: March 10th 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Sports
Out on the ice, the season’s going great, but in the locker room the pranks are getting out of hand. It was time for me to remind everyone not to mess with me— so I came up with a prank the team, and my best friend, would never forget.
Renee Weber is my best friend’s sister. And like me, she’s also ready to teach her brother a lesson. Together, we work out the ultimate April Fool’s prank— telling everyone that Renee is having my baby.
Our plan works perfectly, except for the part where I fall for Little Weber.
What’s the worst that could happen? Either lose my best friend or Renee. Quite frankly, I don’t know which one is worse.
It’s not in my DNA to lose so I’ll have to come up with something big. I’ll pull out a win one way or another.
Hockey Hunk is your best friend’s sister romance filled with sexy hockey players where a fake pregnancy prank goes horribly awry— or did it go perfectly?
Grab the fourth novella in the Loving the Puckers series for hockey-filled dreams tonight.
Excerpt
I was getting antsy. It took all my self-control to keep myself from bouncing my leg while I hung out with Webs to play some Call of Duty. Renee was coming today, and she assured me she was ready to announce our love affair.
I was worried that she might not get onto the airplane and bail instead. I kept checking my phone to see if she’d said she was on the way or sent any update at all.
Webs elbowed me. "Dude. Quit looking at your phone. I need you to protect my flank."
"Well, it's not my fault that your girl keeps sniping. If I didn't know better, I’d say there's trouble in paradise." It was weird that Lily was also playing with us but was sitting upstairs rather than with us. Whatever floated their boats, I guess.
"If you’re going to be such shit company, I would rather be hanging out with Lil."
Shit, there was trouble in paradise. Maybe this wasn't the best time for a prank, but it was too late to tell Renee that we needed to hold off. "What's the deal?"
"She got word that Riker's coming back and she's going to be sent down to Hamilton in the next week."
Their whole love story was pretty epic. They fell for each other when she was an emergency backup goalie and earned a spot on our team while Riker went through alcohol rehab treatment. I hoped that they would get the whole season together, but her having to leave just sucked.
"Sorry, man."
"It'll be okay. We've been lucky to have her on the team. Who else gets to hang out with their girlfriend so much?" That was Webs—looking on the positive side of things. But no wonder he was giving me some shit for being bad company if he wasn’t going to see her for a bit. I was surprised he was spending the afternoon with me.
The doorbell rang. I tried to pretend I didn't have any idea of what was going on, but that had to be Renee. Webs paused the game and answered the door.
If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful than she did in late January. Her hair was looking lush, long, and wavy. While her green eyes were similar to her brother’s, hers always seemed to pop, especially when her dark hair was down. I was instantly hard thanks to her beauty.
Too bad this prank was the closest thing I would get to having her as a girlfriend. Then again, the next few days would really show how much of a dead man I would be if I did touch her.
The moment she spotted me on the sofa, she looked pissed. She came my way and slapped me right across the face.
I was in utter shock and just sat there blinking. "What did I do?" We’d agreed we would ad lib the announcement, but ow! Did I have to get slapped?
She shouted, "You got me pregnant, you asshole."
In unison, both Webs and I asked, "What?"
Then Webs turned towards me, and he looked pissed. Not that I blamed him, but I had supposedly broken the bro-code. "Did you sleep with my sister?"
"Um . . . Maybe . . ." Then I got hit for the second time in the span of minutes. That one I was expecting.
There was no way sleeping with your best friend's sister was ever going to be a free pass. That didn't mean it hadn’t hurt my jaw. Especially since he got me in the exact spot as Renee did. I rubbed it in the vain hope it would stop the stinging.
Both of the Webers were screaming at the same time. He yelled, "Get the hell out of my house, Shoresy. I don't want to kill you," while Renee screamed, "Don’t you dare kill him, Colton!"
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