Hey friends! It’s time for another hockey romance review. I’m quite pleased to say that I really, really enjoyed Mr. Hockey by Lia Riley. Firstly, it features a librarian (a children’s librarian at that!) who happens to be a major fangirl for hockey. I can relate to being a fan of SO MANY THINGS, hockey included. This is only the tip of the iceberg as to why I really liked the heroine of Mr. Hockey, Breezy (not her real name, a nickname that I admit it took awhile to get used to).
Breezy is leading a children’s program at the library when she gets the bad news that her guest reader, the captain of the Denver Hellions, has to cancel his appearance because he’s stuck in a different state. Enter Neve, Breezy’s sister, and the man she is currently interviewing for her podcast, Jed West, Mr. Hockey himself. He is also Breezy’s dream guy. The man she crushes on and owns tons of merchandise related to him. She knows it’s a tad overboard but hey, we all have those kinds of crushes (mine is Tyler Hoechlin). Unfortunately, a minor wardrobe malfunction sends Breezy running to her car while wearing Jed’s raincoat.
Cue Jed tracking Breezy down at her house where he plays handyman and is pretty much the sweetest guy around. Like, I am falling hard for him at this point so it’s no wonder Breezy has a super crush. Of course, this is Jed West. There is no way he would look at her seriously. Fortunately, he does take her seriously and before she can blink, Breezy is spending time with Jed, getting to know him beyond his media persona. And he’s even better than she could have ever dreamed.
Jed is really enjoying spending time with Breezy. She just makes him feel happy and relaxed. Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t realize that Breezy has been holding back on just how well she knows him. When Jed finds out that Breezy has been a fan all along, will he end the burgeoning relationship?
I really liked the unexpected way these two came together. It was a very sweet meet cute. Not only does Jed help with unexpected roof leaks, but he meets Breezy’s mom and grandma in one fell swoop. It has all the makings of a great romantic comedy which I really liked.
I liked Breezy a lot and related to her. Unfortunately, much like myself, she comments on her bigger body a bit too much for my tastes. I know it’s realistic but I also like a more body positive outlook in my romance books overall. That is probably my biggest qualm about Breezy. Otherwise, I liked how she fought for her library and her job. I liked how her funny personality and some of her snappy remarks to Jed. These two have great chemistry from the moment they meet.
While things worked out a little too tidily in the end, I can’t fault this too much because frankly, I enjoyed this book from start to finish. This is my first time reading Lia Riley and it will not be my last. I’m already looking forward to book two, Neve’s story.
Mr. Hockey is available now! Pick up your copy today if you enjoy romance books. The hockey angle is just a bonus!
Hellions Angels #1
By: Lia Riley
Releasing July 11, 2017
Her biggest fantasy is about to become a reality. . .
Jed West is Mr. Hockey. The captain of the NHL’s latest winning team, the Denver Hellions—and the hottest player on the ice—at least according to every magazine. .and Breezy Angel. Breezy has been drooling over Jed at games for years, and he plays a starring role in her most toe-curling fantasies. But dirty dreams don’t come true, right?
Then Jed saunters through the doors of her library, a last minute special guest for a summer reading event, and not only is he drop dead gorgeous up close, his personality is straight up swoon-worthy. He even comes to the rescue when she has an R-rated “Super Book Worm” costume malfunction. But when he mistakenly assumes she’s more into books than pucks, she’s too flustered to correct his mistake. And then comes a big kiss, followed by a teensy-tiny problem. Jed’s dating policy is simple: Never date a fan.
So what’s a fangirl going to have to do to convince her ultimate crush that he’s become less of a perfect fantasy, and more like the perfect man. . .for her?
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Jed West’s stomach curdled faster than overheated hollandaise sauce as he squinted at the menu for Zachary’s, Denver’s most popular all-day breakfast hangout. Ghost-like shadows haunted the specials list, blurring the descriptions for peanut butter French toast, country fried steak benedict and sweet potato pancakes. Ah, shit. Not fucking now. There went the prices too–the dollar signs and numbers blurring until barely legible.
No point blinking. He knew the drill. Jaw tight, he reached for his orange juice, took a swig and waited. Short bouts of double vision had dogged him ever since Game Seven, the pattern the same. After a minute or two, his focus would snap back to normal as if nothing had happened. Until then, he needed to follow one of coach’s favorite axioms: “Suck it up, Buttercup.”
Who cared about the damn menu anyway? He pushed it to one side, having already ordered the “Manwich”, chorizo and eggs smashed between a jalapeno cheddar biscuit–the kind of breakfast that wanted to kill you in the best kind of ways–and crunched ice. Too bad the cubes didn’t pass on their chill, because this. . .situation for lack of a better word, was getting under his skin and it shouldn’t.
No–Scratch that. It couldn’t.
Unexplained double vision wasn’t a walk in the park, but facts were facts. And the ugly truth was that if he didn’t quit batting his lashes like Scarlett O’Hara with a fly in her skirt, The Post’s toughest sports columnist would glance up from across the table, mistake his tic for a cheesedick wink, and go Lord of the Flies on his nut sack.
At least for the moment, Neve Angel was occupied. She hunched over her digital voice recorder, dark bangs obscuring her sharp gaze as she fiddled with the control settings. Her lips moved to the upbeat Buddy Holly song piping over the sound system while she plucked a mic from her messenger bag. His vision came back online in time for him to read the orange button pinned to the front.
Had a Ball at The Rock Creek Testicle Festival.
Christ, looked to be an authentic souvenir too.
Slamming his knees together, he forced a grin, the one that had potential endorsements lined up around the block, eager for him to shill everything from vitamin infused coconut water to shaving cream. He unwrapped the paper napkin from around the fork and knife, and began tearing the corner into neat strips.
No doubt the eye thing was fatigue-related, an inevitable toll from the grueling NHL season and subsequent hard-fought playoffs. Everything would be all right in the end. If it wasn’t all right, it wasn’t the end.
“You plan on telling me what’s up with Mount Napkin Shreds?” Neve leaned her elbows on the recycled wood tabletop, a signal they were shifting into interview mode. Her brows arched beneath her thick-cut bangs. “Nervous about being in the hot seat, princess?”
“Yeah, terrified,” he answered laconically, not missing a beat. Hiding his true feelings behind a mask of confidence was a reflex; it came with the territory of having the “C” stitched on the front of his jersey. A good captain never showed fear to an opponent. “A jackal’s bark is worse then it’s bite.”
“Jackal? Don’t tell me you’re using Gunnarisms now.” She rolled her eyes. “And I’d so wanted to enjoy my bagel without gagging.”
The Hellions Head Coach, Tor Gunnar, had a reputation for dismissing the press as “jackals.” He fostered a tense relationship with journalists, in particular, the tiny woman sitting opposite. Neve had run a piece on his divorce a few years ago. He retaliated by refusing to call on her during press conferences. Neve hit back with increasingly critical op-eds. Their mutual enmity had devolved to the stuff of local legend.
After studying at the University of Montana-Missoula, Lia Riley scoured the world armed only with a backpack, overconfidence and a terrible sense of direction. She counts shooting vodka with a Ukranian mechanic in Antarctica, sipping yerba mate with gauchos in Chile and swilling fourex with stationhands in Outback Australia among her accomplishments.
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