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