ALL THE WAY, a sweet and sexy friends-to-lovers hockey romance from New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Kendall Ryan, is available now, and we’ve got an exclusive excerpt to share with you today!

Title:  ALL THE WAY

Series:  HOT JOCKS (#2)

Author: KENDALL RYAN

Genre:  CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE

Release Day: SEPTEMBER 24, 2019

I know it’s time to move on from my rocky past and get back out there and start dating again.

It’s just that every time I think about it, I get all nervous and sweaty.

Good thing I have a secret weapon to help me—my best friend, professional hockey stud Owen Parrish.

He’s the king of hookups, and promises he’ll be my guide through the world of online dating. With his help, I know this won’t be as hard.

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I’ve never been this hard in my entire life.

My friend Becca wants my help hooking her up with some douchey guy from a dating app.

I said I’d help her—but now I’m noticing all kinds of things I can’t ignore, like how pretty she is behind those baggy clothes and messy buns.

I want to be the one to help her, to show her the ropes in the bedroom, and it turns out, Becca’s game to let me take a more hands-on approach.

But what happens when she’s ready to take her newfound confidence and move on? I’ve never been boyfriend material, but for her, I want to try.

Your favorite hot jocks are back with an all new standalone novel. If you like sexy, confident men who know how to handle a stick (on and off the ice), and smart women who are strong enough to keep all those big egos in check, this series is for you!

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“Owen and Becca’s sweet and tender friends-to-lovers romance was an addictive, unputdownable love story that I devoured in a day.”  ~Danielle, Red Cheeks Reads

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EXCERPT:

I didn’t like this about myself. Didn’t want to admit that I needed help from someone with a Y chromosome but shit, I kinda did. Because living like a monk, with no one’s company to sweeten my bed, well, it could make a girl lonely. After I saw what Elise and Justin had, how sweet and loving he was with her, I started to get Big Stupid Ideas that I should be dating too. I might be damaged, but I’m sure as hell not dead. And maybe it’s taken me all this time to realize I deserve to feel good again, goddammit, but I do deserve it.

If I didn’t push for this with Owen, it would be like letting that asshole who touched me win, and I’m damn sure not going to do that. I’m tired of hiding out in my apartment, tired of pretending to be fine. I want to be better than fine, and that includes having some really good sex. One look at Owen, and I know the sex would be incredible. There’s zero doubt about that in my mind.

But he still hasn’t given me his answer about helping me, and now it seems pretty obvious what that answer will be, considering we haven’t spoken in days. Deciding I can’t sit here and watch the peep show I’m sure is about to unfold, I hop off my bar stool.

“Where are you going?” Elise asks, a crinkle forming between her brows.

“I’ll be back in a few,” I say, my eyes already fixed on my target.

The rookie backup goalie is sitting by himself at the end of the bar. He’s cute, incredibly tall and well built, and has a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm. It’s kind of hot. I’ve never paid him any attention before, but now seems as good a time as any for a friendly chat.

“It’s Morgan, right?” I ask, stopping beside him.

“Yeah. Becca, isn’t it?” he asks, his gaze sweeping over me.

I work in the office at the arena as the assistant to the team owner, so most of the guys know who I am. I’m always the first one in the building and usually the last one to leave, so I pretty much know everyone involved with this franchise.

“Can I sit down?” I gesture at the empty stool beside him. Morgan grins and pulls out the stool.

“Of course you can. Can I get you something to drink?” I’m just about to refuse when a hulking shadow stops beside us. It’s Owen, and he looks pissed off. His deep blue-gray eyes are filled with turmoil as they move between Morgan and me.

“Becca, can I have a word with you?”

I can feel his hot gaze drilling into me as I turn and face Morgan again.

“Sorry, I’m busy right now.”

Morgan’s eyes widen slightly. He and Owen work closely together, and it’s obvious the last thing he’d want to do is piss Owen off.

“Morgan, get lost,” Owen growls out, and faster than I thought possible for a six-foot-four dude to move, Morgan has hopped up from his seat and sidestepped around us.

Rather than occupy the empty seat like I expect him to, Owen remains standing. “We need to talk.”