Book two in the Hot Ice series.
Okay, I’ll admit it, I have a crazy, lust-infused crush. Brick, the sexy right-winger of the Orlando Vipers, is the star of all my erotic fantasies. Just a glimpse of him has me panting. So when the chance to actually work with this hot hockey player comes along, of course I say yes!
Being a world-class athlete myself, I have a strategic plan to have him all tied up with lust and desperate for me too. The thing is, plans never go smoothly. Especially when my heart pedals right into the vulnerable game of love again—completely unprotected.
Luckily this sinfully delicious superstar is just as hooked on me—phone sex, bondage, anal sex and rude piercings abound. Despite my tactical errors, Brick catches me when I fall, holds me when I cry and pleases me when I need it most. He’s hard on the outside, soft on the inside and plays one hell of determined game when it comes to finding the ultimate satisfaction.
Brick has the perfect name. It suits his actions on the ice—hard and unforgiving—but it also brings to mind that if he’s treated right, under good conditions, he can last a lifetime. Don’t be fooled by his gruffness, his couldn’t-care-less attitude, because he does care—a lot. He’s been misunderstood in the past and just needed to find the right woman.
Enter Carly, an Olympic athlete, a cyclist who is determined to not only keep up her training and be the best at what she does, but also to have Brick in her bed. This isn’t just a fantasy where she has him for one night and that’s that, but a lifelong commitment—if she can have it. She’s watched him a long time, on TV, in the newspapers, and her lust for him grows every day.
When herself and Brick, among other sports stars, join together for charity, Carly finds herself in Brick’s life a lot faster than she could ever have hoped. He likes to call the shots in bed, that much is certain, but Carly wants to show the man that a woman can be just as dominant. Their sexual exploits are hot, very steamy, and you won’t be disappointed.
Just as you think someone else will steal Brick away, when you think the book is winding down, a curveball comes along that makes Brick and Carly realise that they aren’t playing any kind of game anymore. It’s serious. Both want the other for keeps. With Carly’s fear of flying, and Brick accommodating that by driving for miles, that man was firmly cemented (I couldn’t resist the pun!) in my heart.
I turned sharply and came face to chest with Brick. (Whoa! You get to see here just how big he is.)
“Yeah, but don’t you just wish you were full…”
My fingers were so small in comparison to his big knuckles and wide bones.
I want to be that froth.
“It’s an abuse of muscle, that’s what it is.”
Also, the studio scene. Very funny yet at the same time I could imagine their mortification.
A great read where you see even the rich and famous fall in love exactly the same way we do. They hope, they fear, they wish, have insecurities, pasts to get over, things to get through, and I thoroughly enjoyed my time reading Cross-Checked.