They both need to make amends…
But they might be making more than that.
Tulsa Thunderbirds goaltender Hunter Fielding has a lot of kissing up to do following a few brash and uncalled-for statements. Now he needs to prove to the watchful eyes that he’s changed for the better. But cozying up to Little-Miss-Perfect-Gone-Bad isn’t his idea of making amends.
Agreeing to marry a hockey star to clear her “bad girl” reputation is the worst idea Oklahoma’s former sweetheart, Tallulah Belle Roth, has ever heard. With cameras constantly in their faces, Hunter and Tallie need to prove their sickeningly-sweet, do-good lives are the real deal—just to Bury the Hatchet once and for all.
But when the cameras are off, desire burns hot. Can fake and just for show turn into somethingreal and forever?
Bury the Hatchet is the first book in the Tulsa Thunderbirds series, a spin-off series from my bestselling Portland Storm series. The Tulsa Thunderbirds series is sexy, edgy hockey romance. To date, Bury the Hatchet has sold more than 10,000 copies in English. That number steadily increases with each book released in the series. So far, there are two other books in the series, but many others planned.
His tongue slid across the seam of my lips, and I opened with a startled gasp, dropping the bag to the ground. He teased me with his tongue, his hands drawing me closer until I was completely enveloped in his heat and lost in a sea of sensation.
I wasn’t ready for this. I hadn’t yet braced myself for his sensual assault. In my head, I knew this was all for show, but my body didn’t seem to get that memo. Not at all. Every stroke of his tongue sent jolts of awareness down to my sex. Every brush of his hand—gentle even as he left no doubt as to his pure, raw, masculine strength—had my nipples beading and my panties getting wetter. Ready or not, I wanted him with an intensity that had no business in this relationship.
His lips left mine to explore the length of my neck and the curve where it met my shoulder, and I pressed my head against the wall with my eyes squeezed tight, trying to remember how to breathe. I had to find a way to get my body to stop reacting. I had to find a way to keep my heart out of this, because there was no room for an emotional attachment to this man.
But he was all man. Of that, there was no doubt. His hands weren’t the only part of him that were strong and gentle. The muscles of his chest and torso brushed against my body. He lifted me against the wall, one of his powerful thighs splitting mine as he held me in place with his hips and his hands, his erection pulsing against me through the barrier created by our clothing.
In a strange way, the realization that he was just as affected by the show we were putting on for the cameras helped to calm me, aided me in distancing myself from what was happening. If we were going to be convincing with what we wanted the world to see, we were going to have to be convincing for ourselves, I supposed. I wasn’t alone in this. Hunter was as hot and bothered as I was, and we were barely getting started.
