How exactly has one good deed landed me in the penalty box?
Tomboy, an all-new, sexy romantic comedy from USA Today bestselling author Avery Flynn, is available now!
Tomboy by Avery Flynn is as satisfying as peanut butter and chocolate, as smooth as a glass of whiskey, and as sweet as homemade fudge. Avery’s books are the perfect blend of sweet, spicy, and this time, hockey. Avery’s stories are always one-click worthy, this one should be in everyone’s list of books to read. When I heard that Fallon’s book would include hockey, I couldn’t wait to read it.
Fallon Hartigan has class, sass, is tough, and not afraid to give anything she desires her all. Well, that is until she meets Zach Blackburn, a hockey defenseman who needs a nursemaid. Will she nurse him back to health or leave him to his own misery? There is no room in her schedule for a bad boy and the flu but as a favor for her BFF she now questions her heart. Who can she can trust? Will she be open to the idea of love? Zach’s reputation precedes him and she’s not in the mood for the snarky comments from Harbor Cities least loved player. There’s just one tiny problem, she can’t shake him and it’s driving her crazy ;).
Zach Blackburn has a past he’s been trying to protect, secrets that could destroy his hockey career and some who will stop at nothing to destroy the career he’s built. The paparazzi will stop at nothing to reveal the truth, can he outrun them once again? When one woman defies those around him, chooses to be herself and fights as good as his teammates, his heart reminds him he’s missing one thing that’s worth more than money. Will he finally find love despite his past? This guy is tough, tender, and guaranteed to be your new book boyfriend this weekend.
If you love a story that has family as it’s core, humor infused with heart, romance hot and sassy, don’t miss Avery Flynn’s latest release. Caution, this scorchin read may lead to unexpected need to turn on the A/C. The chemistry sizzles and the creative shenanigans that ensue are delish. I’m always up for a Hartigan’s story however with the teaser for a new series at the end of this story, I’m excited for Avery’s next book adventure!
I received an ARC from Social Butterfly for a fair and honest review.
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Excerpt:
The blaring ring echoed off the bare walls of the nearly empty mansion as Fallon Hartigan marched down the hallway with murder on her mind.
As soon as she got to the source of that ringing, she was going to give Harbor City what they wanted most and kill the most-hated man in hockey. Sure, she might get arrested, but the metro area would probably throw her a parade. She turned the corner and stopped dead in her tracks outside the open double doors leading to the overpriced defenseman’s bedroom.
The man—who’d been puking his guts up less than twenty-four hours ago—was in the middle of a king-size bed, wearing nothing but a smirk and a bed sheet that was draped so low across his hips that she could see miles of those V lines south of his hard abs. Like she was a newbie nurse on her first set of rounds, her breath caught, and a blush she most definitely did not want to appear started to burn her cheeks. Damn her pasty Irish skin.
Still, she had to admit, if only to herself, that the view was fu#%ing amazing. The man was a professional athlete and had the muscular, inked-up chest to prove it. Practically against her will, her gaze traveled over the plentiful ink across his pecs and lingered a few breaths too long on his silver nipple rings.
Seemingly indifferent to her perusal, Zach swiped his thumb across his cell phone’s screen, ending the incessant ringing.
“About time,” he said, his voice a mellow, low rumble. “I’ve been ringing for you for almost ten minutes.”
He dropped his phone on the small table next to the bed and then lounged against the headboard, managing somehow to look down his nose at her even with their current height differential.
Forget killing him, she was going to go after her bestie. It was Lucy’s fault Fallon was even here.
She squeezed her eyes shut and counted to ten as she recalled all the reasons why the man was a menace and not the solution to her three-month-long sexual dry spell.
He was a selfish player.
He was surly to the press, to the fans, and probably to his neighbor’s dog.
He’d banged a puck bunny tattooed with the logo of the Ice Knights’ most hated rival.
She counted to another ten while remembering why she couldn’t off him.
He was Lucy’s client.
He was, for some incomprehensible reason, one of her bestie’s friends.
He had the skills to turn around the Ice Knights’ sofar shitty season if he could remove the giant chip from his shoulder and start playing as if he actually liked hockey again.
Exhaling a deep breath, she reopened her eyes and barely noticed his muscular shoulders this time as she moved away from the door.
There. All better.
She’d managed to pack away the Hartigan attitude, and her temper hadn’t even made an appearance. Bully for her. Now to get back to that cool, clinical demeanor she strove for whenever she was on the clock.
“You rang?” she asked, managing to keep a good 73 percent of her annoyance out of her tone as she walked farther into the room.
About Avery
USA Today bestselling romance author Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.
She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.
Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
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