in front of her on the bench, towering over her even though she was wearing her four-inch power heels. “You know what I want?”
Rebecca couldn’t speak. Her breath had whooshed out of her in the presence of all that sweaty, hockey god-ness. Fuck he was pretty and gorgeous and . . . so fucking masculine that her thighs actually clenched together.
She wanted to climb him like a stripper pole.
“Do you?” he asked again when her words wouldn’t come. “Want to know what I want?”
She nodded.
He bent, lips to her ear. “You, babe,” he whispered. “I. Want. You.”
Then he straightened and jumped back onto the ice, leaving her gaping after him like she had less than two brain cells in her skull.
The worst part?
She wanted him, too.
Had wanted him since the moment she’d laid eyes on the sexy as sin hockey god.
“Trouble,” she murmured. “I’m in so much fucking trouble.”
—Breakout, www.books2read.com/Breakout
Checked
Gold Hockey Book #7
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“You’re leaving,” he said.
Nope. Not doing this.
Ignoring him, Rebecca turned and started for her car. She’d purposely parked it where she wouldn’t be blocked in.
Girl scout, she was. Always planning ahead.
Always running.
“Rebecca.”
She kept walking.
She might work with Gabe, but she sure as heck wasn’t on speaking terms with him. He’d dismissed her work, ignored her contribution to the team. He’d made her feel small and unimportant and—
She’d had too much of that in her life already.
So she kept walking.
“Rebecca.”
Not happening. Her car was in sight, thank fuck. She reached for the handle, glad her new car’s locks opened automatically when the key fob was near.
He caught her arm.
“Baby—”
“I am not your baby, and you don’t get to touch me.” She ripped herself free, began muttering as she reached for the handle of her car again. “You don’t even like me.”
He stepped close, real close. Not touching her, not pushing the boundary she’d set, and yet he still got really freaking close. Her breath caught, her chin lifted, her pulse picked up. “That. Is. Where. You’re. Wrong.”
She froze.
“What?”
His mouth dropped to her ear, still not touching, but near enough that she could feel his hot breath.
“I like you, Rebecca. Too fucking much.”
Then he turned and strode away.
—Checked, www.books2read.com/Checked
Coasting
Gold Hockey Book #8
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Coop
Without thinking, he caught her arm.
“You’re not okay.”
She shuddered to a stop when he touched her, not fighting the grip, chin dropping to her chest. “No,” she said, “you’re right. I’m not okay.”
“Who was on the phone?” he asked gently.
Her jaw went tight. “My ex.”
Fury blazed through him. “Did he hurt you?” he growled.
A shake of her head. “Not like you’re thinking.” She sucked in a breath. “He broke my heart.”
Coop’s own heart gave a twinge. “I’m sorry, Calle. That’s—”
“Fucking stupid.” Another tear joined the first, dripping down the pale skin of her cheek.
“It’s not stupid to have loved someone,” he said gently.
Her eyes went fierce. “It’s incredibly stupid when the person who supposedly loves you right back doesn’t give a damn that you’re pregnant.”
His jaw fell open. He knew it did.
But Calle? Even, gentle Calle had gotten knocked up and—
“Yup,” she said, brushing by him. “See? Really fucking stupid.”
And without another word, she disappeared into the rink.
—Coasting, www.books2read.com/Coasting
Centered
Gold Hockey Book #9
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“Watch out!”
The warning came a second too late.
He’d already stepped off the curb, already put himself in range of the car that was blowing through the red light, tearing through the intersection, not giving a shit that there were pedestrians walking—
Well, of all the ways to go, at least this would be quick.
But just as the car came within an inch of him, Liam found himself jerked back onto the curb, his one-hundred-and-eighty-pound frame becoming unwieldy and clumsy.
Kind of like on the ice over the last few years.
That was his last thought before he found himself sprawled, ass first, on the San Franciscan sidewalk.
Gross.
“What. The. Fuck?” a female voice snapped.
The same female voice that had warned him.
“Do you have a fucking death wish?” she yelled, causing his eyes to snap open, making him look up at an angel . . . a foot tapping, arms crossed, seriously pissed, and seemingly way too small to have been able to haul his ass back onto the curb female.
Liam thought he just might have that death wish.
Especially if it meant he got to be rescued by a woman who looked like an angel. He opened his mouth to reply.
But apparently didn’t work fast enough.
Because the woman, the beautiful, curvy female, made a disgusted noise and strode away from him.
He watched her go, watched that gorgeous ass stride down the sidewalk, and stop outside a storefront.
And suddenly, he thought that, hockey or not, he might just want to stay in San Francisco after all.
—Centered, www.books2read.com/Centered
Charging
Gold Hockey Book #10
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“Your feet hurt.”
Her brows drew together. “What?”
Logan nodded at her feet, clad in a lovely pair of heels that, while beautiful, were also the equivalent of bear traps—and if that wasn’t the perfect metaphor for the man in front of her, she didn’t know what was.
“Those heels hurt you.” His head tilted to the side. “Why do you wear them?”
She scoffed. “None of your fucking business, Walker.”
A smile—slow and hot and sliding like silk over her breasts, her stomach, between her legs. “I knew you’d say that.”
“I—”
He held up a box she hadn’t noticed, pushed it into her hands when she stepped back. “Open it,” he said, voice dropping and joining that silk of his smile to dip between her legs. “If you think you can handle it.”
And then he was gone, the door closing behind him, leaving her with a heavy ass bag packed with who knew what, aching feet, and a box in her hands.
A box given on a challenge.
A box he knew she’d open.
Because Charlotte Harris didn’t give in or back down. She liked that even less than she liked losing.
So, she opened the lid.
And instantly knew she was in trouble.
—Charging, www.books2read.com/Charging
Also by Elise Faber
Billionaire’s Club (all stand alone)
Bad Night Stand
Bad Breakup
Bad Husband
Bad Hookup
Bad Divorce
Bad Fiancé
Bad Boyfriend
Bad Blind Date
Bad Wedding
Bad Engagement
Bad Bridesmaid
Bad Swipe (June 28th, 2021)
Gold Hockey (all stand alone)
Blocked
Backhand
Boarding
Benched
Breakaway
Breakout
Checked
Coasting
Centered
Charging
Caged
Crashed (July 27th, 2021)
Breakers Hockey (all stand alone)
Broken (May 24th, 2021)
KTS Series
Fire and Ice (Hurt Anthology, stand alone)
Riding The Edge
Crossing The Line
Leveling The Field (June 14th, 2021)
Love, Action, Camera (all stand alone)
Dotted Line
Action Shot
Close-Up
End Scene
Meet Cute
Love After Midnight (all stand alone)
Rum And Notes
Virgin Daiquiri
On The Rocks
Sex On The Seats (April 26th, 2021)
Life Sucks Series (all stand alone)
Train Wreck
Hot Mess
Dumpster Fire
Clusterf*@k (August 16th, 2021)
Roosevelt Ranch Series (all stand alone, series complete)
Disaster at Roosevelt Ranch
Heartbreak at Roosevelt Ranch
Collision at Roosevelt Ranch
Regret at Roosevelt Ranch
Desire at Roosevelt Ranch
Phoenix Series (read in order)
Phoenix Rising
Dark Phoenix
Phoenix Freed
Phoenix: LexTal Chronicles (rereleasing soon, stand alone, Phoenix world)
From Ashes
In Flames
To Smoke (October 18th, 2021)
Stand Alones
Someday, Maybe (YA)
About the Author
USA Today bestselling author, Elise Faber, loves chocolate, Star Wars, Harry Potter, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team -- the Sharks! -- are playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise changes her hair color more often than some people change their socks, loves sparkly things, and is the mom to two exuberant boys. She lives in Northern California. Connect with her in her Facebook group, the Fabinators or find more information about her books at www.elisefaber.com.