THOROUGHLY PUCKED, an MFM brothers best friends, runaway bride hockey romantic comedy from #1 New York Times Bestselling Author, Lauren Blakely, is available now!
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Looks like I’m about to get thoroughly pucked on my double honeymoon…
Two star hockey players and their best friend’s little sister in a runaway bride rom com!
Picture this. I’m about to walk down the aisle when the groom decides to drop this news on me – he wants to dial it down to just f-buddies.
That’s when my brother’s two pro-hockey playing buddies sneak me out of the church seconds before the wedding march begins. They whisk me away in a convertible and we hit the open road.
But what’s a runaway bride to do with a broken heart and a non-refundable honeymoon? Book an extra ticket and take a double honeymoon with two off-limits, totally charming, absolutely gorgeous star athletes who want to lift my spirits.
When we arrive there’s only bed in the hotel room.
And it happens to fit three. The goalie, the forward and me.
Looks like I’m about to get thoroughly pucked on my double honeymoon. Talk about lifting my spirits…
Thoroughly Pucked is a standalone hockey, brother’s best friends, runaway bride MFM romance with a guaranteed why-choose style HEA! No swords cross. This story is perfect for fans of Lily Gold, Emily Rath and Lauren Blakely’s Double Pucked!
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I’m back under the covers as Ledger returns from the bathroom, wearing basketball shorts and a gray T-shirt. With a nod, Dev heads back into the bathroom, and the sound of the shower turning on reaches me.
As Ledger comes over to the big bed, there’s a mischievous look in his eyes. Before he can say something, a lightbulb goes off in my head. “You want that side?” I ask, pointing to Dev’s nightstand.
Ledger’s eyes sparkle. “Yeah, and since Dev’s in the shower, I don’t even have to call shotgun.”
“Go for it,” I say, his partner in crime.
Ledger goes to the other side and gets into bed before he moves Dev’s things. Then, he grabs the Kindle and stretches all the way across me to set it on the other nightstand. His chest is inches from my face. His body is over mine, and I’m staring at the breadth of his muscles, the size of his biceps, the cords in his neck, all while water patters rhythmically from the room nearby.
This is such an unusual bird’s eye view of the man.
I don’t mind it one bit. I hold my breath so I don’t…gasp.
When Ledger moves back, I watch him again, retreating over me. And for a second, he stops, pressing a hand into the mattress on one side of me.
“You have…” His eyes travel over my face, then he tips his chin at me. “An eyelash.”
“I have many,” I say, but I know what he means. I lift my hand, gently brushing at my cheek.
He gives me a faint smile before he pushes up on an elbow and ever so tenderly brushes it off my cheek, then blows on it.
My heart squeezes. “Did you make a wish?”
“I did,” he says, then gives me another soft smile that turns into another yawn.
I wonder what he wished for, but suspect he’s reached the end of sharing tonight, so I don’t push. Instead, I try to give him what he needs—not pushing, not asking.
“Good night, Ledger,” I say, tugging up the covers and playfully tucking him in as the shower forms our soundtrack.
He grumbles. “I’ll just kick them off.”
“I have no doubt,” I say.
He sighs, a contented, sleepy sound as he settles into the pillow, then looks back at me once more. “Good night, Aubrey.”
It’s a soft wish against the quiet night.
But it’s his gaze, even in the dim light of the room, that tugs on something inside me. That same impulsive part of me that was compelled to kiss him on the cheek last night in the parking lot.
Maybe it’ll ease the tension of sharing a bed.
Or maybe I’m just an impulsive girl. I lean over and give in to the urge. But he must have shifted as I moved, because my lips don’t touch his scratchy cheek. They dust against his lips instead.
His lush, hungry, masculine lips.
The surprised sound comes from me. He doesn’t move. I don’t either. Instead, I linger for one, two, three delicious seconds on his mouth. In that shadow of a kiss, I feel a pull toward him. The sense that he needs something. That I could be the one to give it. It’s there, unspoken between us.
Finally I break the silence. “I didn’t mean to.” It comes out staccato, and it’s probably a lie.
His expression is stony till his lips quirk up. “I wouldn’t stop you.”
About Lauren Blakely:
A #1 New York Times Bestselling, #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling, and #1 Audible Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that’s sweet, sexy and witty. She also writes red-hot, sexy romance and USA Today bestselling LGBTQ romance.
With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than 100 times, with more than 65 titles on the USA Today Bestsellers list alone. She’s sold more than 5 million books.
A graduate of Brown University, Lauren likes dogs, cake and show tunes and she is the vegetarian at your dinner party.
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