Book Title: Around and Around We Go
Author and Publisher: Amy Aislin
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase
Release Date: April 28, 2026
Tense/POV: third person, past tense, alternating POVs
Genres: MM Contemporary Hockey Romance
Tropes: Second chance romance, forced proximity, found family, hockey, slow burn
Heat Rating: 3 flames
Length: 70,000 words / 230 pages
It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger
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When you’re facing The End, it’s time to rewind to the beginning.
Blurb
At thirty-eight years old, Sandro Zanetti is quickly aging out of hockey. But the Trailblazers are chasing a history-making third consecutive championship this season, so until his knees fail him, he plans on giving his all to the sport.
What he doesn’t need is the documentary film crew following the team’s every move. Because the director? Is Bennett Jackson.
Former college sweetheart.
Breaker of hearts.
Still unbearably handsome.
But their relationship is also history and has been for fifteen years.
Bennett Jackson is one project away from the credits rolling on his career after his last film flopped. This behind-the-scenes look at the hottest team in the league is his last chance at redemption…and possibly his last chance at redeeming himself with the one man who’s always held his heart.
Neither of them planned for old jokes to resurface or on the inconvenient fact that their chemistry is very much alive.
But as the action heats up on and off the ice—and on and off camera—their reunion looks less like a rerun of heartbreak and more like a revival of that first chemistry.
And Sandro and Bennett may discover that some stories deserve a sequel.
Sandro laughed again and tripped his way into the house. “Shh,” he said, as if he wasn’t the one causing the racket.
“God, I forgot what a sloppy, giggly drunk you are.”
“Did you miss me sloppy and giggly and drunk?” Sandro asked.
“Not particularly. I prefer you sober.”
Sandro leaned into him. “Did you miss me sober?” As if his strings had been cut, he fell into Bennett and tucked his face into his neck. “I missed you,” he whispered on an exhaled breath that tickled Bennett’s skin. “You smell good. How come you don’t smell like pizza? Why did you go away? Can I have some water now?”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” Bennett stuck his nose in Sandro’s hair. Sandro did smell like pizza, but also like whatever shampoo he’d used this morning. He was pliant and warm and so very real in Bennett’s arms. The need to hug Sandro close nearly overwhelmed him, yet he somehow managed to push Sandro away by the shoulders. “Water,” he croaked. “Be right back.”
Leaving Sandro in the entranceway, he walked the few feet into the kitchen, slapped on the light, and banged cupboards open and closed until he found the glasses. He filled one with water from the tap, sucking in a breath that didn’t smell like Sandro while he did so, turned—
And there was Sandro, leaning against the island, his eyes a tad clearer than they’d been a moment ago. “Are you going to go away again?”
God. Bennett had the odd sensation of his chest being carved out, and it was suddenly hard to breathe. “I live in California.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Swallowing hard enough that his throat clicked, Bennett stepped closer and set the glass on the counter. He waited until Sandro grabbed it, his hand above Bennett’s, their fingers brushing, before saying, “No, Ro. I’m not going away again. Not unless you ask me to.”
Inhaling sharply, Sandro’s nostrils flared. He nodded once, though whether or not he believed Bennett was anyone’s guess. The glass felt like a bridge between them, a truce of sorts, middle ground where the way forward wasn’t muddled by their pasts.
Sandro’s gaze dropped to Bennett’s mouth. He licked his lips. Bennett still couldn’t get enough oxygen, and he swallowed to wet his dry throat. “I’m going to go,” he said, the words scraping his throat raw. He nodded at the glass of water. “Make sure you drink that.”
Sandro’s free hand clamped onto his wrist. “Stay.”
Closing his eyes, Bennett clenched his teeth. His fingers jerked around the water glass before he very deliberately peeled them off. He shoved his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t take Sandro up on his invitation, but he couldn’t make himself step back. Instead, he closed the distance between them, gratified by Sandro’s sharp inhale, and nudged Sandro’s nose with his own. “The next time you ask me that,” he breathed against warm skin, “you better be sober.”
And he left before he did something he’d regret.
Amy’s lived with her head in the clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two languages means she’s read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy day in fourth grade when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of treasure hunts with her classmates eventually morphed into love stories between men, and she’s been writing ever since. She writes evenings and weekends—or whenever she isn’t at her full-time day job saving the planet at Canada’s largest environmental non-profit.
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