Length: 72,000 words
Series: Punk as Puck book 2
Prior Reading: Prior reading recommended but not essential
Genre: contemporary, sports/hockey
Tropes: Enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, hate sex, slow emotional burn, praise kink
Trigger/Content Warnings: D/s elements, ableism, toxic relationship with parents
Designer/Publisher: Raven Ink Cover Designs
Sometimes what happens anonymously in a dingy, pay by the hour motel room shows up a month later to reveal himself as your new coach…
I have rules. Very important rules. No real names, no strings, no seeing each other again. It’s always worked out well for me, and it’s the only thing that keeps me focused as I try to climb my way into professional hockey after nearly torching my career.
I should have been king of the ice in the paraprofessional league, but instead, I let my anger and bitterness get to me. Now I’m forced to claw my way back into relevance, starting with a community team.
That would be fine if the one amazing, anonymous night I had with a total stranger didn’t end up being the Wolves’ new coach. And even that might have been tolerable if Hugo wasn’t on my father’s payroll.
But he is.
And to make matters worse, I still want him. My bad attitude and attempt to drive him away doesn’t faze him at all, and the more I push, the more he pulls me back into the last place I want to be: his orbit.
All I want is to join the PPHL and prove to myself that I’m a worthy player on my own merit.
Lust wasn’t on the table. And neither was love.
But the closer I get to Hugo, the more I realize that I’m not sure I want to do this without him…and the more I realize I’m not sure if I can.
Pucked Up is the second book in the Punk and Puck series which is best enjoyed in order. It’s an enemies with benefits, coach/player, slow burn into love romance. It features a para hockey player with a continent sized chip on his shoulder, a widower coach who never expected to fall for anyone after the loss of his husband, a bossy dynamic, a lot of praise, hockey bro banter, the merits of jumping on the bed when you’re sad, found family, and a steamy, wild happily ever after.
No one ever got me until I met those two jackasses that I happened to love with all my heart. That’s when everything changed.
With a heavy sigh, I turned on the water and immediately stuck my hand under the spray, pulling back with a loud hiss. It was so cold it was painful.
Then, of course, the door slammed open, and Ford appeared, one-legged, bleary-eyed, and angry. “Did you fall?”
Rolling my eyes, I covered my naked dick with one hand and waved him off with the other. “Va t’en,” I snarled.
He knew what fuck off meant in quite a few languages, but he was definitely most familiar with the French version. Leaning his shoulder against the door, he tilted his head to the side. “So. Not done being a dick, I see.”
I was in no mood, damn it. I had a hangover and a meeting in—oh God, probably soon. I was probably going to be late. Then I had to drag my happy ass over to the rink and let Hugo chew me out because it really was time to take my medicine or whatever the saying was.
But I wasn’t ready to admit how wrong I was just yet.
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No one ever got me until I met those two jackasses that I happened to love with all my heart. That’s when everything changed.
With a heavy sigh, I turned on the water and immediately stuck my hand under the spray, pulling back with a loud hiss. It was so cold it was painful.
Then, of course, the door slammed open, and Ford appeared, one-legged, bleary-eyed, and angry. “Did you fall?”
Rolling my eyes, I covered my naked dick with one hand and waved him off with the other. “Va t’en,” I snarled.
He knew what fuck off meant in quite a few languages, but he was definitely most familiar with the French version. Leaning his shoulder against the door, he tilted his head to the side. “So. Not done being a dick, I see.”
I was in no mood, damn it. I had a hangover and a meeting in—oh God, probably soon. I was probably going to be late. Then I had to drag my happy ass over to the rink and let Hugo chew me out because it really was time to take my medicine or whatever the saying was.
But I wasn’t ready to admit how wrong I was just yet.
