Today's teaser comes from Royal Lines (Boston Rebels 4) – releasing 20 May
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On the first shift of the game, one of the players from Team Kaleb hit the ice wearing a Fedora hat and a bright pink suit. A definite jab at me when I’d attended the NHL awards show last year in a vibrant rose-toned suit from Armani with a slick as shit pink hat and cape. I had looked good. Seeing big Rolph Pederson—one of the most feared defensemen in the western conference—skating out to take the faceoff in this horrible suit against me cracked me the hell up. The packed rink hooted in glee.
“Looking good,” I snorted as we bent down to fight for the puck.
“I know. I am hot shit,” Rolph replied. His hat fell down over his eyes and I won the faceoff with ease, streaking down the ice to take a prime shot on goal. The goalie snapped it up with ease, then did a funny little dance. Again, the fans went wild. Smiling and shaking my head as I cruised around the back of Team Kaleb’s net, I saw Kaleb throwing a long leg over the boards to replace Rolph, who was having major clothing issues. As Rolph went to the locker room to change, I was now facing my lover. He looked so fucking hot in his hockey gear, a thick stubble of gold on his cheeks and jaw and little sprigs of blond hair sticking out from his helmet. I had to get my hands on him tonight somehow and somewhere and hope to hell that last night wasn’t our final night. I hadn’t told my dad that we’d failed on the bid yet because I knew that as soon as I did, my time here in Norstoe would be over.
Kaleb gave me a quirky little half smile. It was one that always made me weak in the knees and he knew it because I’d told him.
They’re setting fire to the sheets, but a romance between an out and proud hockey star and a reformed playboy prince could end up burning them both.
Marquis Miller might be one of the NHL’s best players, single, wealthy, and open about his sexuality, but he knows his future lies in taking over the reins of the family’s multimillion-dollar company after retirement. Jumping on the family jet, he heads to Europe, tasked with schmoozing a prince into accepting his company’s bid on a significant castle renovation. Assuming he’d encounter a dusty old monarch well into his dotage, Marquis is stunned to find out that Kaleb is a young, sophisticated, beautiful man with an impressive work ethic, to-die-for eyes, and a certain flair that captures Marquis’s attention.
Dragging the royal palace into the twenty-first century is one battle after another for the king’s youngest son. Juggling renovations, his royal duties, and attempting to reverse his former playboy prince reputation is impossible when everyone keeps dumping problems in his lap. His chaotic life takes yet another turn when an American hockey player arrives at the castle to discuss a renovation project. Marquis is the antithesis of Kaleb’s newly minted, responsible outlook on life, a jock, a player, willing to take chances. Although the forbidden sex is hot, Kaleb is not ready to turn on his family responsibilities for a pretty smile and a smart mouth.
Family is everything and romance will always come in second, until they open their hearts to love.More info →