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Title: Dirty Player: A Hockey Romance
Author: Mira
Lyn Kelly
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018
BLURB
He’ll
play dirty to get his girl
“Fun, addictive, and outrageously sexy! Dirty Player brought all the
feels and left me panting for more!”—Annika Martin, New York Times Bestselling
Author
It started as a joke…
A throw away promise between friends.
A dare for a single kiss at our reunion and nothing more.
But that kiss…
That kiss was no joking matter.
It was hot and wet.
A hands-everywhere, breathless kind of insanity that left us both teetering on
the brink.
She’s got rules about dating guys like me…
Rules I respect the hell out of when they apply to any other pro athlete.
But as they apply to me? Well, those rules are about to be broken.
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OUR REVIEW:
“Friends to lovers, 5 stars”
Oh, High School reunion! No one really wants to go or likes being at one, unless your Greg and Jules who have been circling each other for years. Thanks to a promise made in the back of a year book this reunion has the potential to change things for these two. Will Greg finally get to kiss Jules, or will she hold out on him?
Jules has a rule: no sports players. But Greg isn’t just a sports player, he’s one of her best friends. Jules has climbed her way into sports reporting by keeping a clean profile and she doesn’t want anything to tarnish that. She may cover football and Greg may play hockey, but she doesn’t want to risk the backlash she could get. Will she say screw it and fall into the arms of the one guy she wants?
Greg has wanted Jules for as long as he could remember. He’s hoping this one kiss will take them down a different path then the one they’ve been on for years. Greg respects Jules and her career but sometimes you need to put your personal life first. The question is once Greg gets her will he be able to hold onto her or will it be short lived?
I don’t know what it was about Dirty Player, but I really enjoyed it. It sucked me in from the beginning and the characters were awesome. Maybe it was because they knew each other for so long so there was the suspense of finally coming together. Yeah, they had their issues they had to get over but no matter what they promised to stay friends. Everything about this story screamed long time coming and it made me smile. This was my first time reading Mira and I plan on reading more from her.
Plot-5/5
Characters-5/5
Heat-5/5
Writing style-5/5
Overall-5/5
EXCERPT
JULIA
I don’t want to talk
about that look. In fact, up until
ten seconds ago, I’d been doing a bang-up job of ensuring we haven’t had the
opportunity to discuss it all evening. It’s a big ballroom, and if Greg
happened to be at the north end, I managed to stay south. The few times I
couldn’t stop our paths from crossing, I made sure to pull someone, anyone, along with me, thus ensuring
the conversation stayed far, far away from the look that got away from
me.
Until now, it had been
working. Unfortunately, my conversation buffer just saw her fiancé come in, and
the little traitor sprinted off, leaving me staring up at Greg. Nothing to
distract me from this gorgeous man in his tuxedo and the trouble I’m having
keeping my eyes to myself.
I’m surrounded by
good-looking men on a regular basis, and it never gets to me. But with Greg, I
can barely breathe. I can hardly look at him without heat spilling into my
cheeks, and as to tearing my eyes away? Forget it.
Which is crazy. I’m not
fifteen. This isn’t my first crush.
It’s not a crush at all.
It’s Greg, one of my
oldest friends and the guy I just promised I wouldn’t objectify tonight. We’re
friends. Just friends.
With no more hookups
between us.
No more kissing.
No more flirting.
I shake my head,
mentally amending the no-more-flirting clause, because this is Greg. Flirting is like breathing for him—an involuntary
response, and one I sort of cherish.
But
no more staring!
“Thought we discussed
you avoiding me,” he says.
Don’t look at him. Don’t
look at him. Don’t—
God,
he’s so handsome it hurts.
A waiter passes by, and
I swipe a glass of white wine from his tray. “I’m not.”
He lets out a low laugh
that slides right through to the deepest parts of me.
“Glad to hear it.” He
steps closer, ducking his head so his next words are directed at me and me
alone. We’re standing in the middle of hundreds of people, but when his eyes
are on me like that, a glint of amusement edging a more serious intent, it
feels like we’re alone. “Should we discuss that look?”
My cheeks burn hotter,
and I toss back half my glass in one swallow. “It was just one look.”
I’m such a liar.
He laughs again, letting
up on the eye contact as he surveys the crowd. “There’s that just word
again. I’m starting to think maybe you don’t think it means what it really means.
And P.S. … it wasn’t just one.”
Geeze. This guy. “Greg,
we’re past it. Everything is fine.”
So long as I don’t look
at any part of him for more than a fraction of a second, we’re totally good.
“You’re sure?”
No. But I’m subscribing
to the fake-it-’til-you-make-it school of thought here. “Absolutely.”
He rolls his shoulder in
my peripheral vision. “Well, that’s a relief.”
“Good.” It’s definitely
good. Right? I hazard another look at his face. “But out of curiosity, can I
ask why?”
The corner of his mouth
curves, and I feel the tug of it all the way through me.
“Because if you weren’t
past it—if, for example, another one of those rogue looks got away from you
while we were in the midst of this crowd—I could see where that might be a
problem.”
I force myself to focus
on the orchestra set up across the room. Only Greg isn’t done.
“But even if by some
miracle they don’t catch the look in your eyes, and I do… then
we’d have to worry about them seeing the look in mine. The one
that says it’s only going to be a matter of seconds before I’ve got one hand in
your hair and the other finding out what’s under that incredible dress.”
I try to swallow, but my
throat makes a dry clicking sound, so I drain my glass.
Taking the empty from my
hand, Greg returns it to a passing waiter.
He’s amused, the sexy
jerk. He knew exactly what kind of effect that casual reference to getting
under my dress would have.
“Good thing there’s zero
chance of another one of those looks getting away from me. Ever.”
Okay, ever is probably
a stretch, but he doesn’t have to snort about it. Cocky bastard.
I should let it go. Let
him have his little laugh.
Taking the drink from
his hand, I tap my index finger against the condensation-covered glass before
bringing it to my lips. Club soda and lime.
It’s not strong enough
to justify what blurts past my lips, but I can’t stop myself. “So you don’t
need to give what kind of tiny and delicate I’ve got going on under
this dress another thought.”
His body stiffens, and
his eyes cut to my chest. He’s built like a superhero, but despite his apparent
laser focus, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t actually have X-ray vision.
All I wanted was the
satisfaction of seeing him squirm. Maybe to gloat a little.
But neither one of us is
the type to relinquish a win so easily.
“Jules, you’re going to
have to be careful. Tiny and delicate sounds like it might not survive these rough
hands of mine.”
My breath catches as
need spears through me, and my center goes hot and liquid.
I open my mouth, wanting
to say something sharp that puts him in his place. But I can’t make a sound. I
can’t think about anything but the snap of elastic and my panties falling apart
in his big… rough… hands.
Greg seems to be waiting
for the comeback that isn’t coming too.
The seconds stretch and
pull.
Our eyes meet and,
suddenly, that smug satisfaction washes clean off his face as his nostrils
flare and his eyes turn to midnight. I’m pretty sure this is the look he warned
me about.
“Aww, fuck. Now you’ve
done it, Jules.”
I take a shaky breath.
“I know.”
AUTHOR BIO
Hard core romantic,
stress baker, and housekeeper non-extraordinaire, Mira Lyn Kelly is the USA
TODAY bestselling author of more than a dozen sizzly love stories with over a
million readers worldwide. Growing up in the Chicago area, she earned her
degree in Fine Arts from Loyola University and met the love of her life while
studying abroad in Rome, Italy… only to discover he’d been living right around
the corner from her back home. Having spent her twenties working and playing in
the Windy City, she’s now settled with her husband in rural Minnesota, where
their four amazing children and two ridiculous dogs provide an excess of action
and entertainment. When she isn’t reading, writing, or running the kids around,
she loves watching the Chicago Blackhawks and action/adventure movies, blabbing
with the girls, and cooking with her husband and friends.
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