It falls back into place as though it’s made of perfectly obedient soldiers. “Mav, we gotta roll out or we’re gonna be late,” my twin brother, River, yells from somewhere in the house. Now it looks like I’m part raccoon with the mascara smeared around my eye. “Why would I know where your car keys are?” I drop my palm and glance at my reflection in the mirror. “Riv has to be at football practice, and I need to be at the arena in like, twenty. Poking myself in the eye with my mascara wand is not very positive. “What are you doing busting into my bathroom at seven freaking thirty in the damn morning? I’m trying to get ready for class.” Even though I’m a sophomore, it’s my first day at a new school, and I’d like to start my second year of college on a positive note. Maverick looks like a damn supermodel with his wavy dark hair and ridiculously chiseled features. And by “hang out,” I mean, bones as often as possible. Based on what I’ve learned from the girls who like to stop by our house-there are many-he hangs out with the same girl for exactly four weeks. A monogamous one, but a manwhore nonetheless.

Much to my parents’ dismay, Maverick is a certified manwhore. “And looking at your face makes me lose my appetite.” “Screw you, fuckboy.” I try to close the door on him, but it’s useless, since he’s a damn giant and standing in the middle of the doorway.

Don’t say things like that if you don’t want me to hurl.” “Goddammit! That was my favorite freaking mug. “Ow! What the hell, Mav!” I cover my burning eye with my palm and drop my mug in the sink. I jab myself in the eye with my mascara wand, and coffee sloshes down the front of my white tank. ©2015 Helena Hunting (P)2016 Audible, Inc.“HEY, LAV!” MY brother’s fist slams against the bathroom door, and half a second later it flies open, scaring the living shit out of me as it bashes into the wall. The problem is, the media portrays Alex as a total player, and Violet doesn't want to be part of the game. Suddenly he's too difficult to ignore and nearly impossible not to like.

And email and send extravagant - and quirky - gifts. Violet believes her night of orgasmic magic with Alex is just that: one night. Suffering from a complete lapse in judgment, Violet discovers just how good Alex is with the hockey stick in his pants.

But when Alex inadvertently obliterates Violet's misapprehension regarding the inferior intellect of hockey players, he becomes much more than just a hot body with the face to match. So of course she isn't interested in legendary team captain Alex Waters or his pretty, beat-up face and rock-hard six-pack abs. With a famous NHL player for a stepbrother, Violet Hall is well acquainted with the playboy reputation of many a hockey star. The first standalone novel in The Pucked Series

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