MAJOR MISCONDUCT
Aces Hockey #1
Kelly Jamieson
Releasing Oct 13th, 2015
Loveswept
Well hot dam what a book!! I loved this book.
The way Kelly Jamieson captures your attention
is truly wonderful. The characters feel real, like she
was telling about a friends life. It was fun, the way Lovey
brought out the fun side of Marc. It was truly something.
I loved the cheesy jokes Lovey tells. She was a great
contrast to Marc stoic sternness. And how they slowly
got to know each other, was so sweet. Don't get me wrong
this book was hot and sexy too. But the fact that it took
a major confrontation to realize how Marc felt about Lovey.
And how some much needed advise lovey got from a really
surprising source. who would have thought he would change
her mind. man I have to stop. I want to tell you everything,
But that is just not fair. Go grab this book. I loved it. 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
In
Kelly Jamieson’s seductive new Chicago Aces
romance—perfect for readers of
Sawyer Bennett and
Toni Aleo—a fun-loving free spirit tempts an uptight
hockey
star into opening himself up to love.
As the captain of the Chicago Aces, Marc Dupuis is all
As the captain of the Chicago Aces, Marc Dupuis is all
business. The apartment
he shares with his teammate
and best friend, Duncan, is a refuge from the
pressures
of fame. But when the sexiest woman he’s ever seen
interrupts his
early morning coffee wearing only a skimpy
cami and matching panties, Marc
can’t exactly say he minds.
Their chemistry is off the charts. Unfortunately,
this girl’s no
random puck bunny. She’s Duncan’s
little sister—and she’s moving
in.
Lovey Armstrong could stare at Marc’s chiseled abs and
Lovey Armstrong could stare at Marc’s chiseled abs and
listen to his
French-Canadian accent all day. She just has
no idea what’s going on inside his
head: When he’s not
charming her pants off, Marc makes a Zamboni machine
seem
warm and cuddly. Lovey knows the team’s bro code
says no messing with sisters,
but all these mixed messages
are hard on a girl’s self-esteem—especially since
she’s
finally getting her new life together in Chicago. She decides
he’s worth
another shot . . . because if anyone can melt
the ice around Marc’s heart, it’s
Lovey.
She’d never begrudged
Duncan his success. She was proud of her brother. He’d worked hard his whole
life to achieve what he had and he totally deserved it. But there had been
times she’d wished she had some kind of super talent that would make everyone
proud of her.
“You’re giving me the
gears before I’m barely in the door. Not cool, Dunc.”
His lips quirked as
if he was repressing another smile. He gestured to one of the brown leather
couches. “Sit down.”
She sank into the
couch and crossed her legs.
Duncan sat across
from her. “You don’t quit a perfectly good job just because it’s not your dream
job, Lovey. If you don’t like it, you look around for something else and then
you quit.”
“Not if you’re moving
to Chicago. I had to quit so I could move here. I’ll find something here, I’m
sure.”
Duncan thought she
was a flighty, impetuous screwup who’d quit a good job and moved to another
state on a whim. And she wasn’t about to set him straight on that, because . .
. it was true.
Well, to a certain
extent it was true. But she didn’t want to tell him about her goals and dreams
because . . . because she wasn’t entirely sure she could do this . . . and she
didn’t want him saying “I told you so” if she failed.
She pushed down her
misgivings and smiled at him. “I just need a place to stay for a while.”
“You can’t stay
here.”
Her mouth dropped
open. “What? Why not? You’ve got tons of room! Look at this place.” She sat up
straight and swept an arm out. “Fifty billion square feet, probably ten
bathrooms . . .”
“Two and a half,” he
corrected. “And three bedrooms. And it’s only two thousand square feet. Not
fifty billion,” he added in a muttered tone.
“Only two
thousand. As if one guy needs that much space.”
“I have a roommate,”
he reminded her. “Two of the three bedrooms are occupied and the third has no
furniture.”
She frowned and sank
back into the couch. “Oh. Well. That doesn’t matter. I’ll just sleep on the
floor until we can get me a bed.”
“We’re not getting
you a bed.”
“Hey, Army, what time
are we heading out?” a deep male voice interrupted them. “Oh. Hey.”
Lovey’s head snapped
around at the unfamiliar voice and then her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped.
The guy standing
across the room wore a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else. Sweet cheese-its,
he was hot. Even more muscular than Duncan, he was about the same height. Short
brown hair stood in messy spikes on top, and the same golden-brown stubble lay
over his chiseled jaw and upper lip. His lips were thinnish but nicely shaped,
his eyes a beautiful sky blue color she could see from here, framed with thick
eyelashes.
Her gaze tracked over
bulky shoulders and arms, a chest that was slabs of muscle and smooth golden
skin, a freakin’ eight-pack of abs that literally made her want to drool, then
down over the blue boxer shorts sitting low on lean hips, to his bare legs. She
blinked at the size of his thighs and the delineation of the massive muscles
bulging above his knees. His calves were also strong, covered with more dark
gold hair. His long, sinewy bare feet stood on the bare wood floor.
She lifted her gaze
back up to his face and smiled. “Hi.”
He blinked, his
expression not changing. “Uh. Hi.” He glanced at Duncan. “Sorry, man, didn’t
know you had someone here.” He took a step back.
“Dude, go put some
clothes on. This is my little sister.”
The guy’s eyes
flickered. “Oh. Shit. Be right back.”
“Wait!” Lovey rose
and legged it across the carpet in her heels, hand outstretched. “I’m Lovey.
It’s nice to meet you; you must be Duncan’s roommate. Marc, right?”
He took another step
back but she kept going. He shoved a hand out, maybe to stop her. She grabbed
it to shake it.
“Yeah. Marc.”
The faint inflection
in the way he said it was . . . sexy. “You’re French.” Her smile broadened.
“Yeah.” He gave her a
quick handshake, then released her hand and took two more steps away. “Marc
Dupuis. I’ll, uh, be back.”
He disappeared down
the hall and she admired the back view. Whoa. Wide at the shoulders, muscled
back, deep grooves down the middle that disappeared into the low waistband of
the boxers, which did not hide a very firm ass. She gave a sigh of pleasure.
“Lovey.”
She blinked and
turned to look at her brother.
“That’s why
you can’t stay here. This is a bachelor home. You can’t live here with two
guys.”
She frowned. “Why
not?”
His eyebrows flew up.
“We walk around half-dressed sometimes. We don’t want to have to be worried
about covering up.”
She grinned. “Don’t
worry on my account. You . . . phht.” She waved a hand and rolled her eyes. “He
can walk around naked anytime he wants.”
“Jesus fuckin’
Christ.” Duncan rubbed his face. “We drink beer. We make a mess. Well, I do,”
he amended. “We party. Lotta the other guys hang out here too.”
She shrugged. “It’s
not as if I’m not used to your friends hanging out.” He’d played hockey all
through high school—well, all his life, basically—and there’d always been a
bunch of guys crowding up their Columbia County dairy farmhouse.
“We have girls over.”
He gave her a meaningful look.
She laughed, flopping
down on the couch again. “I should hope so.”
“You’re not going to
be comfortable here.”
She looked around. “I
think I could be very comfortable here.” She gave a nod. “This is a gorgeous
place to live. Nice view too.” In the distance Lake Michigan was a haze of
blue.
“Fuck,” Duncan
muttered.
Marc reappeared, now
fully dressed, sadly. Although with clothes on he still looked amazeballs hot.
“Sorry about that. Didn’t know you were here, uh, Lovey.”
She beamed at him.
“No problem. Duncan was more freaked-out than I was.”
Duncan rolled his
eyes.
Lovey studied Marc in
his clothes—low-rise faded jeans that had to be specially made to fit loosely
over those massive thighs, and a long-sleeve black T-shirt. She let out another
brief sigh.
He moved to perch on
one of the stools at the big island, then stopped as he took in the mess in the
kitchen. With a head shake, he began to clean up, tossing cold pizza into the
trash, loading empty beer bottles into cartons. “This place is gross.”
Duncan shrugged and
leaned back. “You knew that when you moved in. Don’t get all pissy. You don’t
have to clean up.”
“I know, I know.”
Marc stacked empty pizza boxes into a blue recycling box. “Just can’t stand the
fucking mess.”
Duncan grinned.
“That’s your problem.”
Lovey looked back and
forth between them. Duncan was a slob, no doubt about it. Mom had pulled her
hair out trying to teach him to clean up after himself. Apparently none of it
had sunk in. Marc, on the other hand . . . seemed to have learned well. Or
maybe he was a neat freak.
Nothing wrong with
that. Not at all.
Especially when he
looked that good while cleaning up.
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~*~*~ Kelly Jamieson ~*~*~
Kelly Jamieson is the author of more than thirty
contemporary romance novels. She’s a married
mother of two who lives a very ordinary life outside of her
imagination. She likes coffee (black), wine (mostly white),
and shoes (high!). She also loves watching hockey.
contemporary romance novels. She’s a married
mother of two who lives a very ordinary life outside of her
imagination. She likes coffee (black), wine (mostly white),
and shoes (high!). She also loves watching hockey.
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