Hot hockey superstar Brent Oliver has it all—good looks, charm, dozens of endorsement deals, and a spectacular career.Uh, nix that last one.
Brent has the talent and skill that should have his career soaring. But something is wrong. He’s lost his hockey mojo and can’t get it back.
Enter Aubrey Shelburne, life coach to the stars.
Aubrey’s worked with some difficult celebrities, but she’s never encountered a guy quite like Brent Oliver.
Or has she?
Seems a reckless night of partying, one that had Aubrey waking up in a strange man’s bed, is about to bite her in the ass. That is, if Brent doesn’t first.
Fighting an off-the-charts attraction, Aubrey and Brent must learn to work together. But it’s not an easy task when they’re at each other’s throats every minute.
Is this relationship a disaster in the making?
Or is it destiny?
Washboard abs and sex toy mishaps aside, Destiny on Ice is a fun and irreverent romp that’ll have you swooning on one page and laughing on the next.
This book was exactly what I needed while nursing this cold from Haiti that just won’t go away! God Almighty I had a great time reading! **HUGE SMILE**
So, the drunken one night stand you thought you’d never see again … until you do! 🙂 (can you feel how hilarious and fun this book is just from that? YOU SHOULD) I knew I would love Brent & Aubrey’s journey the moment I started reading their first meet 😉 Good times people, GOOD TIMES! The chemistry between these two was ridiculous! And the banter … #perfection.
S.R. Grey continues to stay on my radar because her work hits the mark every time. This was a fun, flirty, sexy, non-angsty read full of emotion and laughter and heart. Excellent afternoon read for everyone!
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Whoa, wait! What am I thinking here? No lap dances and dates with Aubrey?
Never. Going. To. Happen.
“What’s up with you, Brent?” Nolan asks. “You’ve been weird since we left your house.”
We’re on the back patio of his house now, which is four doors down from my place. I’m still drinking, but much more slowly.
Setting my beer down on an outdoor iron table in front of me, I sigh. “I don’t know, man. I guess I feel kind of bad treating Aubrey the way I did.”
“What?” He makes a who-the-fuck-cares face. “You mean the life coach chick?”
“Yeah, the life coach chick.” I blow out a breath. “But she’s more than that. She’s a really great girl.”
Nolan knows me far too well. He senses where this is leading.
“Dude,” he begins, in full warning mode. “Don’t even think of going there.”
I play dumb. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, you know what I mean. Getting involved with that woman would be nothing but trouble. She was hired by the team to help you, which kind of makes her like your employee by default.”
“An employee I’d like to bang,” I admit.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
I glare over at him from across the patio table. “Are you kidding? Of course you would.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he concedes. “So maybe you should bang her. But real secretly. And just once. Get her out of your system before you fuck up your career.”
When he starts staring over at me, like he has more to say on the subject, I make an attempt to change the topic. I need to end this conversation about my life coach, who I already can’t get out of my goddamn mind.
In my most dickhead tone, I say, “Stop giving me your googly eyes, Solvenson. You know how it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside when you do that.”
“Fuck off, Oliver,” Nolan volleys back, looking away as he takes a long pull from his beer. As he lowers his bottle, he adds, “I know what you’re doing, anyway.”
“Oh yeah, you do? Please tell me then, great sensei, what am I doing?”
“You’re deflecting. You’re trying to hide from the truth.”
“You’re falling hard for your hot little life coach.”
Shit, I hate when he’s right.