Tuesday, September 1, 2015

*** Review, Giveaway & Book Tour for ​RYKER by Sawyer Bennett ***



RYKER
Cold Fury #4
Sawyer Bennett
Releasing Sept 8th, 2015








 Oh man what a book this was. I fell in love with this series 
from book one. I don't know how she dose it but each book 
gets better and better. I loved Ryker in the last book. He has 
the two sweetest girls, and I loved reading the interactions
 between them. And he has not been sleeping around like 
some of the guys would do. I like that he is a father first and 
puts his kids before anything else. Then there is Grey she is 
an amazing woman, a genius in disguise. As her father tells 
his team she will be there new general manger. And in true 
for most of the team dose not like it. But Ryker is behind her 
one hundred present, she did draft him for the team so that 
makes her number one is his book. Now if they can just 
figure out the whole boss employee problem so they can be 
together out in the open. I can not wait to see what is next 
from Sawyer Bennett. I hope you enjoy this book as much as
 I did. If you do like this book, please consider leaving 
a review. The Authors really like it when you do, they value 
your opinions too.


The rugged men of the Carolina Cold Fury hockey team are winning 
hearts once again in another scorching novel from New York 
Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett.

The stakes have never been higher for Carolina Cold Fury goalie Ryker Evans.
 With his contract running out, he’s got a year left to prove he’s still at the top 
of his game. And since his wife left him, Ryker has been balancing life as
 a pro-hockey star and a single parent to two daughters. Management 
is waiting for him to screw up. The fans are ready to pounce. Everybody’s
 taking dirty shots—except for the fiery redhead whose faith in 
Ryker gives him a fresh start.

As the league’s only female general manager, Gray Brannon 
has learned not to mix business with pleasure. And yet even 
this tough, talented career woman can’t help breaking her 
own rules as she gives Ryker everything she’s got. She 
hopes their hot streak will last forever, but with Ryker’s 
conniving ex plotting to reclaim her man, the pressure is on 
Gray to step up and save a tender new love before it’s too late.





“D-a-a-a-d,” Ruby shrieks from upstairs.



It’s a sound that once used to cause all the hair to stand up 
on my arms and on more than one occasion caused me to go 
tearing after the call of my youngest daughter thinking she
 was being murdered by an intruder. I’ve since come to 
recognize that particular shrill cry as one of excitement and 
wonder, and I can’t help but grin over what Ruby is possibly 
into now. At almost five years old, she refuses to accept the 
concept of a well-mannered, indoor voice and goes balls to 
the wall in everything she does.


“Is the house on fire, Rubes?” I call out.


Her little voice shouts back to me in a squawk. “No.”


“Have aliens landed?” I keep my voice just loud enough to 
carry up the stairs but still decibels below her own.


“No,” she yells, and there . . . right there . . . that’s a little 
giggle from her.


“Did Timmy fall down the well?”


“No, Dad . . . but you have to come here,” she yells, and, to 
give her credit, it’s toned down just a bit. When I don’t answer
 her right away, she calls down in a sweet voice that makes 
my heart pitter-patter. “Please, Dad.”


Brilliant, little brat. Throwing in some manners to throw me off my game.


“I’ll be right there,” I tell her as I finish the last of Violet’s braid 
and manage to efficiently bind it with a hair elastic. Leaning
 over, I place a kiss on her head. “All done, dreamy dwarf.”



Violet leans her head back and gives me an upside-down 
grin. I love the sprinkle of freckles on her nose and it compels
 me to kiss her again.



“Do me a favor,” I tell her as I turn toward the living room.
 “Get the cereal and milk out for me while I go see what your
 sister needs?”



I don’t bother waiting to see what she does, because Violet
 has become my metaphorical right hand over the last few 
months. While she still loves for me to braid her hair and help
 with her homework, she’s also relished taking on a bit of 
a caretaker role since the girls moved in with me permanently 
this past summer.



They’ve been here almost six months and I actually feel like 
I know what the hell I’m doing now. It wasn’t always like that, 
and thank God for Kate’s help or I would have gone insane in 
those first few months of becoming a single parent of two 
little girls. Kate patiently helped me establish a routine and 
taught me how to braid hair, distinguish excited shrieks from 
cries of pain, and most important . . . how to conduct the 
perfect princess tea party.



I skirt my way through the living room, bending over to pick 
up one of Ruby’s dolls from the floor, and bound up the stairs
 taking two at a time. I find Ruby in the bathroom that she and 
Violet share, bent over the toilet and peering at something.



She shares the same dark hair and gray eyes as Violet, 
except her locks spring out everywhere in a mass of tiny 
curls. I have no idea where that came from, but assume it’s 
a rogue strand of ancestral DNA from either me or my 
soon-to-be ex-wife, Hensley. Both of us, as well as Violet, 
have fairly straight hair, so Ruby is definitely dipping into the
 family gene pool with her wild curls, but damn . . . 
they totally fit with her personality.



“What’s up?” I ask as I walk over to the toilet.



She straightens up, shoots me a grin, and points.
 “Look . . . a spider.”



I cautiously take a step forward and lean over, grimacing as 
I look into the bowl.



And holy shit . . . a spider the size of a T rex is floating on the
 surface, all eight legs spread out, bent and poised to look as
 if it’s ready to leap out and attach itself to my face. I suppress
 a full spinal shudder and reach a tentative hand toward the 
handle to flush it.



Two things happen almost simultaneously that take at least 
three years off my life.



The spider somehow manages to skitter across the water, 
the beast so large it actually creates waves, and Ruby 
shrieks at me, “No! Don’t kill it, Dad!”



It is with a major blow to my pride—as a man, as a dad, as 
a six-foot, six-inch professional hockey player nicknamed the
 Brick because I’m as big and tough as a brick wall—that 
I jump backward at least two feet from the monster-infested 
toilet and banshee-crying sprite, causing my hip to slam into
 the corner of the sink.



“Shit,” I curse loudly, and Ruby’s eyes go round, followed by her lips.



“Oh, Dad . . . that’s a bad word.”



No shit.



I smile at her as I rub my hip. That’s definitely going to leave
 a bruise. “Sorry, Rubes. I’ll put a dollar in the swear jar.”



She merely nods her acceptance of my apology and turns 
worried eyes back to the toilet.



“You have to save it,” she implores.



Yeah . . . that’s not going to happen. Not now. Not ever.



“Sure, baby,” I tell her as I take her by the shoulder and turn
 her toward the bathroom door. I swear the spider glares at 
me with a million red, evil eyes. “Go on down and get 
breakfast. Violet’s fixing your cereal. I’ll get the spider out.”



“Okay,” Ruby says as she pulls away from me, but continues
 to give me instructions. “But let it out the front door and I’ll
 bring it some food later.”



“Sounds like a plan,” I assure her as she disappears down 
the stairs. When I hear her feet hit the bottom landing, I turn 
toward the toilet, intent on a quick flush to put me out of my misery.



Except when I look in the bowl, the fucking thing is gone.



I’ll just go ahead and admit it. Spiders scare the living hell out 
of me. I have no clue why, and while I would battle the 
biggest, baddest monster to the death for my daughters, 
I’d much rather flush a little spider down the toilet.



I immediately scramble backward out of the bathroom, 
grabbing the doorknob and shutting it quickly behind me. 
My heart is racing a million miles an hour, the thought of that 
furry hell beast now loose in my house.



Just one more thing on the list of things I still need to do today.



Get the girls dressed and ready for school.



Take the girls to school.



Clean up the spilled laundry detergent.



Finish the laundry.



Arm myself with a can of hairspray and a lighter
 to torch the rogue spider in the bathroom.



Pick up my dry cleaning.



Work out.



Team practice.



Pick up the girls from Kate and Zack’s house.



Dinner.



Baths.

Story time and cuddling.


Go to bed because I’ll be exhausted.



Easy as fucking pie, and I’ll get up and do it all over again the 
next day with a smile on my face. I’m finding life as a single 
parent isn’t as daunting as I thought it would be and I’ve 
finally found my groove.

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~*~*~ Sawyer Bennett ~*~*~


USA Today and New York Times Best-Selling Author, Sawyer 
Bennett is a snarky southern woman and reformed trial 
lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the 
stories that were floating in her head. Her husband works for 
a Fortune 100 company which lets him fly all over the world 
while she stays at home with their daughter and three big, 
furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she 
doesn’t have many weaknesses but can be bribed with 
a nominal amount of milk chocolate.

Sawyer is the author of several contemporary romances,
including the popular Off Series, the Legal Affairs Series and 
the Last Call Series. She will be releasing her third book in 
the Cold Fury Hockey Series with Random House 
Loveswept, June 2015.










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