POWER PLAY
Pilots Hockey #2
Sophia Henry
Released February 16th, 2016
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In Sophia Henry’s blistering
follow-up to Delayed Penalty, hailed as “sexy, fun, and full of
angst” by L. P. Dover, a good girl and a hockey hunk face off against
expectations—and this match is guaranteed to see plenty of action.
follow-up to Delayed Penalty, hailed as “sexy, fun, and full of
angst” by L. P. Dover, a good girl and a hockey hunk face off against
expectations—and this match is guaranteed to see plenty of action.
Beneath her
innocent facade, Gabriella Bertucci has her reasons to be standoffish with
guys. Especially guys like Landon Taylor, a star defenseman on the minor-league
Detroit Pilots and the object of a serious crush since he first walked into her
family’s market. But when Landon comes through for her in a moment of crisis,
Gaby starts to wonder if there might be more to Landon than hard muscles and
fast skates.
innocent facade, Gabriella Bertucci has her reasons to be standoffish with
guys. Especially guys like Landon Taylor, a star defenseman on the minor-league
Detroit Pilots and the object of a serious crush since he first walked into her
family’s market. But when Landon comes through for her in a moment of crisis,
Gaby starts to wonder if there might be more to Landon than hard muscles and
fast skates.
Landon
isn’t afraid of telling Gaby that he’s got it for her bad. The problem is, she
seems unwilling to believe it. And though Landon enjoys his reputation as a
cool-headed athlete, he hates losing—both on the rink and off. It’s his
competitiveness that makes him so damn good at what he does . . . but it also
makes him just a little bit complicated.
One minute Gaby’s tempted to give in; the next, she’s getting cold feet. How
can she trust a guy who’s destined for bigger and better things to stick
around? Then again, when Landon pulls her close with those powerful arms, the
only thing that matters is right now.
isn’t afraid of telling Gaby that he’s got it for her bad. The problem is, she
seems unwilling to believe it. And though Landon enjoys his reputation as a
cool-headed athlete, he hates losing—both on the rink and off. It’s his
competitiveness that makes him so damn good at what he does . . . but it also
makes him just a little bit complicated.
One minute Gaby’s tempted to give in; the next, she’s getting cold feet. How
can she trust a guy who’s destined for bigger and better things to stick
around? Then again, when Landon pulls her close with those powerful arms, the
only thing that matters is right now.
I
circled the room in slow motion. If it was possible to be completely creeped
out and in awe at the same time, that was how I felt. The graffiti scared me. A
gang member could walk in, paint cans drawn, at any minute. Then again, I’m
pretty sure Mafia guys walked in to Bertucci Produce on a regular basis, so I
guess danger could be anywhere.
“What
are you thinking?” Landon asked. He climbed onto a step at the bottom of one of
the columns, wrapped one arm around it, and hung off. Like someone familiar
with stripper poles.
“You
don’t want to know.” I shook my head, laughing off my thoughts.
Landon
grabbed the column with his extended arm and jumped down. “I do. You’re really
quiet. I can’t tell if you’re freaked out or what?”
“A
little freaked out. This place is creepy on the inside. But cool. Creepy cool.”
I
snapped a few more shots of the interior, trying to get the daylight streaming
through the windows. I wanted to capture the haunted feel; a halo, a shadow,
something.
“Creepy
cool. Haunted. Abandoned. I just described our whole fucking life as
Detroiters, eh?” A bitter laugh escaped him.
“I
know, right? I don’t know one person without a painful story.”
“What’s
yours?”
“Hmm?”
I lowered the camera.
“What’s
your story? I see a shy girl from a successful family.”
“Success
comes with hard work.”
“I
never said it didn’t.”
“My
story? Arson. Murder. Most recently theft.” I ticked off the tragedies that my
family had gone through, and those were only the ones that affected me
directly. It sounded like a suspense novel.
“Holy
shit, Gaby.”
“I
should be in jail, right?” I smiled to lighten the mood. “But this is Detroit.”
“Wanna
talk about it?”
A
beam of sunlight bounced off a piece of broken glass in the debris covering the
floor, creating a prism across one of the large columns. Sunshine and rainbows
and murder and arson.
Life.
And death.
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Sophia Henry, a proud Detroit native,
fell in love with reading, writing, and hockey all before she became a
teenager. She did not, however, fall in love with snow. So after graduating
with an English degree from Central Michigan University, she moved to North Carolina,
where she spends her time writing books featuring hockey-playing heroes,
chasing her two high-energy sons, watching her beloved Detroit Red Wings, and
rocking out at concerts with her husband.
fell in love with reading, writing, and hockey all before she became a
teenager. She did not, however, fall in love with snow. So after graduating
with an English degree from Central Michigan University, she moved to North Carolina,
where she spends her time writing books featuring hockey-playing heroes,
chasing her two high-energy sons, watching her beloved Detroit Red Wings, and
rocking out at concerts with her husband.
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