RELEASE TOUR – The Roommate Game by Lane Hayes
Length: 58,000 words
Series: Smithton Bears, #3
Prior Reading: recommended but not essential
Genre: contemporary, college, sports
Tropes: Hockey, college, opposites attract, roommates
Trigger/Content Warnings: n/a
Designer: Reese Dante
The hockey player, the figure skater, and the roommate situation…
Gus
No one throws a party quite like I do. Technically, I could have graduated three years ago, but I love Smithton, I love hockey, and the team needs a good captain with a positive outlook. That’s me. I love this town, and it loves me.
Well, except for my roommate.
Rafe doesn’t like me at all—total mystery. I’m a nice guy. Ask anyone. He’s the one with stick-in-the-mud-itis. Or maybe the nonstop partying is too much for him. It’s definitely taking a toll on me, and I’m trying to do better ’cause in a twist, Rafe’s not so bad.
He has a great smile, pretty eyes, cute dimples, and—
Oh, man. I think I have a situation.
Rafe
This cannot be happening. I’m a competitive figure skater with goals and big plans. How did I get saddled with a party-boy hockey-hero for a roommate?
Oh, yeah. I mistakenly assumed the captain of the hockey team would be goal-oriented. Wrong. Gus and I have nothing in common, and I have no idea how I’m going to survive a year of this.
But oddly enough, we’re good together in a crisis. So good, I’m beginning to wonder if we could be something serious. Something more than a couple of athletes playing the roommate game.
The Roommate Game is an MM light-angst, college hockey romance featuring a fun-loving captain, a serious figure skater, and a chance at forever.
No one wants to hold someone’s pinky forever. It’s not sexy.” “It’s sweet.” I scoffed. “We have different ideas of a good time, Rafester. If I’m with a guy—which, for the record, hasn’t been for a while—I don’t want sweet. I want hot. Like scorching hot, raging hard-ons, fuck-against-the-wall hot. You know what I’m sayin’?” Rafe’s mouth fell open. “Uh…yes.” “Don’t settle for pinky sex and adequate kisses when the real deal can blow your mind.” He made a funny choking noise. “Right. Good call.” “I’m serious. Life’s too short. Have fun, try new things, go on adventures, splurge on that meal or the shirt or the concert tickets or whatever makes you happy. ’Cause at the end of the day…happy matters, fun matters.” Rafe nodded slowly. “You’re good at having fun.” True dat. “I’ve been told I’m a little too good at it, but we don’t need to go there. The point is…there’s someone out there who’s a great kisser and a freak in the sheets who’s just waiting to meet you.” “Thanks. That’s nice of you to say.” “You don’t believe me.” I shot him a faux-menacing glare. He chuckled. “I’d like to, but if I do meet someone, it’s probably not going to be at Smithton.” “Why not?” “I graduate in a couple of months, and I have to ramp up my training if I hope to skate in the Collegiate Championships this summer. I don’t have time for fun because this is it for me. My last hoorah.” I waved my arms in the air as if directing an incoming plane. “Bad attitude, Johannsen. I’m your wingman. Forget about Eli. Let’s move on. Who else do you like or find attractive enough to want to kiss?” Rafe averted his gaze. “No one.” “Oh, please. A kiss is just lip fusion. No biggie. There’s gotta be someone.” “I…no, there’s no one.” He shook his head manically. “There’s me.” That was—I was…kidding. It was playful BS, no big deal. But we both froze, our eyes wide. And I wasn’t sure who was more surprised. If I were my normal self, I’d have already laughed this off, and he wouldn’t think twice about my outburst ’cause everyone knew Gus Langley was always joking, always drunk, always high…never serious. But I was sober, my defenses were low, and no, I wasn’t kidding. I wanted to kiss my roommate. I was dying to taste Rafe, feel his sexy body against mine. “You?” he croaked. I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah. Kiss me.” I braced myself for rejection. It would sting, but c’mon, Rafe was out of my league and I knew it. Until recently, I’d been pretty sure he hated me, so… Way to ruin a good conversation, ya fuckin’ moron. But something in Rafe’s expression sparked to life. “You want to kiss me?” “Yeah,” I choked out. “Like an experiment.” Maybe? I wasn’t sure how to answer that. “C’mere.” I didn’t hesitate. I hooked my fingers through Rafe’s belt loops, drew him close, and slanted my mouth over his.
Lane Hayes lives in sunny Southern California with her amazing husband, who thankfully doesn’t mind cooking, and their fabulous fox red Labrador, George, who’s pure mischief. Both provide oodles of inspiration for the low-angst, humorous books Lane loves to write. She’s been telling stories about sexy, funny, sometimes geeky and quirky men who find love for a dozen years now and loving every minute. In her previous life, she sat at a desk and dealt with numbers, so yes…romance is much more satisfying! Lane loves tea, travel, and chocolate…in any order. Add a book and she’s set!
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