“Bishop and Stevie’s relationship is pure, raw, can’t-take-your-eyes-off-the-the-page kindle crack. One of my favorite books by this brilliant author.” – LJ Shen, USA Today bestselling author
A Favor for a Favor, all-new standalone slow burn romance from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting, is available now!
A new stand-alone romance about trading favors, battling wills, and winning love.
When I joined Seattleโs NHL expansion team, I thought it was the start of something great. But nothing ever goes the way you expect. Take my introduction to my new neighbor. She came rolling in on the hot mess express at midnight, making a racket while she tried to get into my team captainโs apartment. Did I mention that heโs married to a woman who definitely was not her?
Imagine my surprise when I end up with an injury that has me out of the game for weeks, and sheโs the one to offer to help me. I should probably add that sheโs not the captainโs mistress. Sheโs his sexy, pastel-haired younger sister.
So we come up with an arrangement: she rehabs me so that I can get back on the ice sooner, and she can add a professional athlete that isnโt her brother to her client list. Seems simple enough. As long as I can keep my hands to myself and my hormones in check.
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Excerpt
She makes me lift my arm and drapes it over her shoulder. Sheโs incredibly small compared to me. She tucks one arm under my knee and gently grips the back of my calf with the other. โOn the count of three,โ she orders. I tense up when she hits three. She gets my leg about six inches off the floor, which is when I scream bloody murder again and grab on to her with both hands.
โOkay. Thatโs not going to work. The angle is too awkward.โ She taps her lip and holds her finger up. โI have an idea.โ
She ducks out from under my arm and hooks her fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants.
โWhat the hell are you doing?โ
โCalm down. Some bathing suits have less coverage than my underwear. Besides, itโs nothing you havenโt seen before.โ
She kicks off her yoga pants, leaving her in a T-shirt and panties. Theyโre plain cotton boy shorts, which should be a good thing, but apparently my body doesnโt care that itโs not a satin or lace thong. All it cares about is the proximity of almost-naked pussy.
Rookโs sister is standing in my bathroom in her underwear. If I had a sister who looked like Stevie and I knew that she was standing in one of my teammateโs bathrooms half-naked, I would probably kick the shit out of the guy. Thankfully, I have a brother.
I try to keep my eyes averted, sort of, but I catch her reflection in the vanity mirror.
She has fantastic legs. Athletic. Strong. And her ass. Goddamn. She definitely does a lot of squats, based on how round and firm it looks. The ache in my groin turns into that stabbing pain again because Iโm getting hard. I think about my grandmother in a bathing suit to counteract the effect of Stevie being partly undressed.
She steps into the tub, and I force myself to keep my eyes down, bringing up the image of that hot chick in the tub who turns into a rotting old lady in The Shining. That helps a bit. At least until Stevie moves into my personal space and starts touching me again. I mutter a string of profanity, especially when I feel her boob pressed against my arm for a few seconds. I have no choice but to latch on to her shoulder as we lift my leg over the edge of the tub. Iโm sweating, Iโm angry, and I hate my dick.
โI need you to stop touching me!โ Itโs stupid because Iโm still holding on to her, not the other way around.
โWhy are you yelling at me?โ she shouts back.
โBecause youโre half-undressed in my tub, and Iโm a guy, and apparently my dick is a fucking sadist. It honestly feels like my balls are on fire right now. A semi has never] been this painful.โ
โWell, close your damn eyes and think about dead things.โ
โIt doesnโt matter if I close them. The image of you in panties is burned into the back of my lids, probably for the rest of my fucking life. Itโs all I can see.โ
โYouโd think youโd never seen a set of bare legs before.โ She helps me lower myself into the tub and steps out.
โItโs been a long time since Iโve seen a pair up close,โ I grumble.
โSuch a surprise, with your warm, fuzzy personality.โ
About Helena Hunting
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.
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Another ice hockey player, fabulous, Jacquie. It sounds very romantic.
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I laughed over his poor anatomy issues ๐
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