On opening night, Tobin Ash got scratched. So he told the team mascot everything.
He's twenty, a fourth-line center off a Saskatchewan grain farm, the youngest of five, and the kind of player people call useful. He wins faceoffs. He kills penalties. He apologizes to doors. And now that someone has erased his name from the whiteboard, everyone who likes him has started saying the word Gwinnett.
The only one who finds him hiding in the service corridor is Grim, the Atlanta Reapers' hooded reaper, with the taped-up scythe and the enormous soft eyes and no voice at all. Grim can't talk back. That makes him the easiest person in the building to talk to.
Silas Pruitt has been inside that suit for three seasons. Former cheerleader. Tumbling coach. A performer who can read a crowd through a square of mesh and never, ever breaks character. Then a rookie in a dress shirt asks whether he's supposed to go through his agent, and Silas has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud.
Out of the suit, Silas is just the guy from game presentation with a crease beside his mouth. Tobin likes him. Tobin falls for him. Tobin has no idea that the man he's falling for has already heard every secret he ever told a reaper.
Every week, Silas means to tell him. Every week, the truth costs more.
Then Tobin finally scores, and up on the jumbotron, Grim celebrates it with the one thing Tobin has only ever shown a single person.
OUR SHOT is a full-length MM hockey romance with a guaranteed HEA. It's Book 10 of the Power Play series, and it stands alone: every book follows a new couple.
Heat: Explicit, open door. Six on-page love scenes.
Tropes: secret identity · the rookie and the man in the mascot suit · he already knows everything · grovel done right · found family in the locker room · farm boy in the big city
No cheating. No other man or woman. No love triangle. HEA on the page.
Content notes: deception inside a relationship, with a full on-page reckoning; a young player's fear of being sent down; a teammate's hand injury.
Genre: Gay Romance
He's twenty, a fourth-line center off a Saskatchewan grain farm, the youngest of five, and the kind of player people call useful. He wins faceoffs. He kills penalties. He apologizes to doors. And now that someone has erased his name from the whiteboard, everyone who likes him has started saying the word Gwinnett.
The only one who finds him hiding in the service corridor is Grim, the Atlanta Reapers' hooded reaper, with the taped-up scythe and the enormous soft eyes and no voice at all. Grim can't talk back. That makes him the easiest person in the building to talk to.
Silas Pruitt has been inside that suit for three seasons. Former cheerleader. Tumbling coach. A performer who can read a crowd through a square of mesh and never, ever breaks character. Then a rookie in a dress shirt asks whether he's supposed to go through his agent, and Silas has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud.
Out of the suit, Silas is just the guy from game presentation with a crease beside his mouth. Tobin likes him. Tobin falls for him. Tobin has no idea that the man he's falling for has already heard every secret he ever told a reaper.
Every week, Silas means to tell him. Every week, the truth costs more.
Then Tobin finally scores, and up on the jumbotron, Grim celebrates it with the one thing Tobin has only ever shown a single person.
OUR SHOT is a full-length MM hockey romance with a guaranteed HEA. It's Book 10 of the Power Play series, and it stands alone: every book follows a new couple.
Heat: Explicit, open door. Six on-page love scenes.
Tropes: secret identity · the rookie and the man in the mascot suit · he already knows everything · grovel done right · found family in the locker room · farm boy in the big city
No cheating. No other man or woman. No love triangle. HEA on the page.
Content notes: deception inside a relationship, with a full on-page reckoning; a young player's fear of being sent down; a teammate's hand injury.
Genre: Gay Romance
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