RELEASE BLITZ WITH EXCERPT: Mac Meyers Needs Me by Helena Hunting
MAC MEYERS NEEDS ME, a new standalone, fake dating, college hockey romance from New York Times Bestselling Author, Helena Hunting, is out now!
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Mac Meyers wants to be my fake boyfriend.
But I wish he was my real one…
Mac Meyers.
My secret crush.
Most unattainable guy on campus.
Relentless flirt (except with me).
Being friends with the guy on campus that everyone wants comes with its own set of problems.
None of us can eat in the cafeteria without being interrupted ten times.
Well, I’ve had enough.
So the most unhinged thing comes out of my mouth: I tell them to leave my boyfriend alone.
Except Mac is not my boyfriend.
Not even close.
Until he looks at me like I have the most inspired idea.
My name is Ophelia Forrest-Hammer, and Mac Meyers wants to be my fake boyfriend.
But I wish he was my real one.
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“…a feel good, slow-burn, high-yearn, fake dating college hockey romance.” ~Danielle, Red Cheeks Reads
EXCERPT:
CHAPTER ONE
Fee
“Should we place bets on how long it takes Meyers to get back here?” Gage Steele leans back until he’s balanced on the legs of his chair. He, like Mac, plays for the Tilton U hockey team.
“One of these days your balance will fail you and you’ll end up breaking the chair and your head.” Brody Stiles, his teammate and roommate, shuffles his cards around and avoids making eye contact with anyone at the table. It means he has a good hand. I know all his tells.
Gage ignores Brody. “I put twenty on twenty minutes.”
“I put twenty on less than two.” I do the wave with my eyebrows—it’s one of my many skills—then toss over my shoulder, “Mac, if you’re not back here in thirty seconds I’ll play the top card in your hand, regardless of what it is!”
“Don’t you dare!” Mac Meyers, roommate to Brody and Gage, and my secret crush, shouts.
“Then stop flirting and get your ass back in your seat and play your hand, Meyers,” Chase Lovett, boyfriend to my bestie Cammie, friend and teammate to the guys, and my current favorite of the group, adds.
Cammie rolls her eyes, Enid tries not to look at Brody—she always tries not to look at Brody—and Tally raps her nails on the table while smirking in my direction. I pretend not to notice.
“Puttin’ the Hammer down, eh, Forrest-Hammer.” Mac slides into the chair next to mine.
I immediately want to die every single death because one, that was such a dad joke, but still manages to be cute coming out of his sexy, full-lipped mouth, and two, he just last-named me. Like I’m one of his teammates. Like we’re buddies.
Because we are. Friends. Pals. Buds. It’s the worst. My ego shrivels into a sad raisin.
“Some of us want to finish the game before the next millennium is over,” Enid offers for me.
“I didn’t want to be rude.” He consults his cards. “Look at you with the queen, Fee.” He tosses a king on the table. “But I can do better.”
“And I can do even better.” Chase drops an ace.
Gage huffs. Brody frowns. Tally’s gaze catches on something behind us.
Two seconds later a girl drops into Mac’s lap.
I immediately wish that Mac was less inviting.
“Macky! I knew I’d find you playing cards!”
Mac smiles his panty-melting smile at her. “Hey, Kelsey. When did you get here?”
Ugh. He even knows her name.
“Just like, ten minutes ago. How long will you be playing cards?”
“Depends on how many interruptions there are,” Gage grumbles.
I say nothing. I wish I had the guts to drop into Mac’s lap like that. I wish more that he would pull me into his lap and keep me there, and also tell me that my crush is reciprocated.
This is how it always is with Mac. He flirts with literally everyone. It doesn’t matter who it is, or if he’s even remotely interested. Kelsey isn’t the first girl to interrupt this game, and she likely won’t be the last. I can’t even blame her for the inconvenience or the slight discomfort that comes from her using him as a chair. Because when Mac Meyers’ attention is focused on you, it makes you feel like you’re the most important person in the world. Like everything you have to say is the most riveting, intellectual topic and all he wants is more.
No one at the table is immune to Mac’s charms. Even Chase, Gage, and Brody succumb to his wide smile, and the dimple in his right cheek, and the smooth way he operates.
Mac ignores Gage, his warm smile still aimed at Kelsey. “Why don’t I come find you when we’re done here?”
“Sure. Cool. I’ll probably be in the living room with some of the girls from cheer.”
“I’ll see you in a bit, then.”
“Okay!” She kisses him on the cheek, waves to the rest of the group, and flounces off.
“Okay, where were we?” Mac consults his cards again.
I pull a tissue from my pocket and hold it out to Mac.
“What’s that for?”
His fingers brush mine, sending a jolt of warmth traveling up my arm. What would happen to my body if I actually summoned the nerve to sit in his lap? I’d probably combust. Or melt. I picture myself reduced to a puddle on the floor at his feet, the only remaining features my eyes, nose and mouth. “Kelsey left some glitter gloss on your cheek.”
“Oh, thanks.” He swipes at it, but the gloss remains. “Am I good?”
I shake my head. “It’s still there.”
“Help me out, Fee?” He bats his pretty lashes at me and angles his cheek toward me.
My nether regions get inappropriately excited. I reclaim the tissue and our fingers connect briefly again. I prepare for an onslaught as I angle his face with two fingers and rub at the spot on his cheek. I’m touching Mac and he’s letting me, but not for any of the reasons I would like. Still, I bask in the warmth of his skin, of the heady scent of his cologne, of the light stubble against my fingertips as I linger in his personal space. By the time I’m done, he has a red spot on his cheek and I’m pretty sure my whole face is the same color.
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About Helena Hunting:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Helena Hunting lives outside of Toronto with her amazing family and her adorable, emotional cat, who thinks the best place to sleep is her keyboard. Helena writes everything from emotional contemporary romance to romantic comedies that will have you laughing until you cry.
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