(Playmaker Duet #1)
Publication date: March 1st 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Sports
Sometimes it’s the fight that proves your worth.
Porter Prescott spent years fighting to be his own person.
His goal of playing for a hockey club not associated with the Prescott name finally comes true.
But just as he’s leaving for the next chapter in his life, he meets her.
Asher Spence spent a lifetime learning she was worthless and unwanted.
She learned that sometimes the only person you can count on is youself, and even then, you can fail.
What starts out as picture perfect can only come crumbling down.
No one listened to her pleas before,
Why should they listen to them now that she’s found a place to finally call home?
But sometimes, it’s the fight that takes you out of the game.
Note: This is book 1 of 2 in the Porter and Asher story. This does end with a cliffhanger that will be resolved in book 2, Holding.
I moved to stand where she’d be able to see me, not really caring if I was blocking the view for some other person waiting. I widened my stance and with my arms crossed over my chest, I kept my eyes trained as far back as I could see. My gaze shifted over the different travelers coming in; the only person I wanted to see was a brunette with crazy colored eyes.And then I saw her.The feeling that overtook me was like a drowning man getting his first breath of air. A starving man getting a fucking full-course meal.She didn’t see me yet, but she would in time. There were maybe eighty people between us and she was nearing.Her hair was braided over her shoulder, wisps of hair falling out and framing her face. She was wearing leggings and those damned boots of hers, but I was surprised to see her shirt was the girly type, long with cuts up the sides, nearly to her waist, and lacy sleeves that played peek-a-boo with the colors adorning her arm. She didn’t carry a bag, just her phone in one hand.I licked my bottom lip before biting it gently, trying to stop the smile from spreading on my face. Didn’t want to look like a complete moron.Forty feet.Her gaze was down at the floor, no doubt watching where she was walking. It didn’t surprise me she was careful like that.Thirty feet.Look up, Asher…Look up.Twenty feet.Her face lifted and, like a magnet, her eyes locked on mine instantly.And the smile on her face?God damn.There was no sense stopping my full-ass smile now, not with the one she just shot my way.If you would have told me, four months ago, I would be the most celibate man in the history of earth, all for the glimpses of smiles from that girl there with more secrets behind her eyes than I could ever hope to uncover, I probably would have laughed in your face.Four months ago, I was gearing up for my rookie season in South Carolina.Four months ago, I was a kid with a big name, going to a team that had nothing to do with said big name.Four months ago, it was rumored I would be the new hot shot in town. Nico certainly didn’t fail to show me the gossip sites, seemingly run by a bunch of puck bunnies.But four months ago, I walked into Starbucks for a goodbye coffee with my sister, and met the girl with secrets.And four months ago, I became addicted without so much as a taste.Now that I’ve had that taste? Shit, I couldn’t wait for more.
Mignon Mykel is the author of the Prescott Family series, as well as the short-novella erotic romance series, O'Gallagher Nights. When not sitting at Starbucks writing whatever her characters tell her to, you can find her hiking in the mountains of her new home in Arizona.
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