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Blog Tour - Guarding Erin

Title: Guarding Erin
Author: Nicole Flockton
Genre: Adult, Special Forces Romance
Published: November 7, 2017
Page Count: 166 Pages
When Carlos “Italy” Porcelli helped a former SEAL brother, he never expected to come face to face with his high school sweetheart, Erin Furlan. The second he finds out her life is in danger from her former mob boyfriend, he will do everything in his power to protect her and keep her safe. Guarding his heart from remembering the past and wishing for a future will take all his steely SEAL resolve.

Erin Furlan believed her life was back on track after her mob boyfriend got arrested when the family he worked for got taken down. How wrong she was. Now he’s back and wanting retribution. What she never expected was Navy SEAL and former sweetheart, Carlos Porcelli, to swoop in and save her. As she tries to break away from her ex’s hold, she’s drawn closer to Carlos. Erin’s not sure her heart can take another beating, as she’s certain Carlos is going to walk away from her again.

Being in close confines, their past filters into their present and when Erin is kidnapped, Carlos will do anything to save the woman he’s falling for. He only hopes he reaches her in time.
 
 

 
 
 

Guarding Erin Excerpt © Nicole Flockton 2017
Exhaustion bit at her heels. It had been a shit of a day. A computer software problem had all their reservations jumbled up tighter than a pair of stockings in a washing machine. The last thing she wanted to do was go to dinner, but she really needed a girl’s night.  
She turned the light off and closed her office door. At the end of each day a sense of pride filled her with all she’d accomplished in the past four years. Hard work and determination had gotten her to the position of General Manager quicker than she ever imagined possible.  
Before she left, she stopped at the registration desk. “If any issues crop up overnight, call me. No matter what the time.” 
The clerk smiled. “Certainly, Erin. Hopefully, I won’t have to. Have a good night.” 
“Thanks.” Secretly, Erin prayed her phone wouldn’t ring. After dinner she planned to go home and fall into bed. Between the stress of Bryan turning up in her life again, and today’s work drama, a solid eight hours of sleep sounded like an unreachable dream. 
She skipped down the stairs, glad to be outside and absorbed everything that made New York, New York. The sounds of taxi drivers sitting on their horns, the aroma coming from the hotdog stand on the corner, the flow of people streaming out of the subway stations.  
“Hello, Erin.” 
Shocked at hearing Carlos’s voice, her foot slipped and she missed the bottom step. Instead of finding herself kissing the sidewalk, warm, strong arms closed around her. Without thinking, she laid her head on Carlos’s chest. She breathed deeply and the aroma of hotdogs was replaced with a tangy citrus smell that was intoxicating. She inhaled again.  
He chuckled. “Did you just smell me?” 
Erin came to her senses and pulled away from him. Surprise made way for embarrassment. “What are you doing here?” 
If she thought her terseness would put him off, she was living in a fantasy world. Instead of putting distance between them, he grabbed her hand again. 
“I got your text message and I was worried.” 
“What text message?” Confusion colored her thoughts. She knew she’d sent him a text last night, but she hadn’t asked him to travel up to New York to see her. She expected him to call.  
His hand went to his pocket and pulled out the phone, all the while he maintained his hold on her. Her skin sizzled from the connection, drawing her back to the first time they’d kissed when they’d been sixteen. At the time, she’d thought her reaction to his touches and kisses had been because he was her first boyfriend. A crush that had turned into juvenile love. Now she had to wonder. 
After the first couple of dates with Bryan, her body had never flared to life like hers was doing right now. They were only holding hands for goodness sake.  
“This message.” A phone was shoved under her nose. 
“I didn’t send ...” She re-read the message and then it hit her. This was the message she’d started to send to him while on the subway and then she’d had second thoughts. “I, um, I didn’t mean to send it to you.” 
“Right. Who were you sending it to.” 
She could fabricate that she was sending it to a friend. Somehow she didn’t think he would buy it. “You.” 
“But?” 
“Well you didn’t respond to my message last night and then I didn’t know what to say.” 
Everything she’d told him was the truth. The only problem was she still didn’t know what to say to him. For a brief second on the train she’d wanted to ask him for his help with Bryan. She’d helped him, he could help her. But could she ask that of him though? 
“I was out last night, and didn’t see your message until I checked my phone this morning.” 
“Uh huh. Well,” she looked at their connected hands and then at the crowd bustling around them. “I’ve got plans, so I’d better get going. Good seeing you, Carlos.”  
She went to pull her hand out of his grip, but he tightened his hold on her. 
“What’s going on, E? And don’t tell me nothing. I know you. I can see the tension in you.” 
Anger rippled through her and she yanked her hand out of his grip. “You don’t know me at all now. You were the one who walked away from me. From us. And yes, I’m tense. After the shit day I had, you’d be tense as well. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’ve got places to be. Real friends to catch up with. Goodbye, Carlos.” 
Bestselling author Nicole Flockton writes sexy contemporary romances, seducing you one kiss at a time as you turn the pages. Nicole likes nothing better than taking characters and creating unique situations where they fight to find their true love.

On her first school report her teacher noted "Nicole likes to tell her own stories". It wasn’t until after the birth of her first child and after having fun on a romance community forum that she finally decided to take the plunge and write a book.

Apart from writing Nicole is busy looking after her very own hero – her wonderfully supportive husband, and two fabulous kids. She also enjoys watching sports and, of course, reading.
 
 

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Cover Reveal - Fighting For Redemption

Title: Fighting for Redemption
Series: The Elite: Book Four
Author: USA Today Bestselling Author, Nicole Flockton
Genre: Adult, Sports Romance
Coming: May 23, 2017
From USA Today Bestselling Author, Nicole Flockton, the final book in The Elite Series.

Bad Boy Brett Hunter is on a downward spiral after a poor performance at the Rio Olympic Games. His sponsors are threatening to drop him and trouble seems to find him wherever he goes. He’s comfortable with his bad boy image, it’s what he deserves after what he’s done. The last thing he wants to do is change the public’s perception of him, but his agent tells him, change his image or lose his sponsors.

Cassandra Fielder doesn’t like working with diva athletes – she’s been there, done that and has the divorce decree to go with it. When she finds out her new client is Olympian Brett Hunter, for the first time in her career she wants to tell her boss no, unfortunately, saying no isn’t an option. What she isn’t prepared for is the unexpected attraction flaring between them. She has no plans to play on that particular field again. As she spends time with Brett, she begins to see there is more to him than what he shows the public. But why is he trying so hard to hang on to his bad boy image?

Being with Cassandra has Brett facing old foes and a past he is desperately trying to forget. When the truth comes out, a fledging love is put to the test. Can it survive or has trust been irrevocably shattered?

Fighting for Redemption (The Elite: Book Four) Excerpt © Nicole Flockton 2017

"You're kidding me aren't you?" Cassandra Fielder looked at her boss, Frank, hoping he was pulling one of his rare pranks.
"No, I never joke when it comes to a client."
Well crap, he’s using is no-nonsense tone which meant one thing; it was a no prank day.
"Since when has Brett Hunter been one of our clients? I thought Powerz had him in an airtight contract."
"As of yesterday he became one of ours. He and Powerz had a mutual parting of ways."
"Why doesn't that surprise me," she muttered under her breath.
"Now, now Cassandra,” Frank tutted. “Given your experience with athletes, and given your ability to make an Eskimo buy ice, you're the best person on staff to handle Brett. I’m sure you’ll come up with some unique ideas to change the public's perception of his image. His Agent, Dan, is a friend of mine. I assured him we'd do everything we can to take Brett from being public enemy number one to hero of the hour."
God, the task was almost impossible. For his whole career Brett appeared to go from one scandal to another, culminating in a poor performance at the recent Olympics—in the pool and more drama than you could throw a stick at, out of it. The guy was a veritable marketers nightmare. And, lucky her, he was her nightmare now.
There was no point in arguing with Frank Allen, managing director of Star Image Consultants, once he'd made up his mind not even a jackhammer could prise the command loose. She supposed she should be flattered he thought so highly of her, even though he had to throw part of her past in her face. It was the very reason she didn't want to work with Brett. Athletes weren't high on her list of favorite clients she wanted to work with. Her only option was to suck it up and hope that she can do the impossible and do it quickly.
"Seeing as you have so much faith in me, and it’s obvious I have no choice. I'll contact his agent and set up an appointment time."
"No you don’t and there’s no need to contact Dan." Frank leaned forward and Cass knew she wasn't going to like what was coming next. "He's already in the conference room waiting to speak to you."
Fan-friggin-tastic. No time to prepare. No time to come up with any ideas to present to him. Hell, she needed time to think, image improvements didn’t just rain down from the sky. It was clear Frank was throwing her in the deep end and expecting her to swim to victory. Well she was no Olympic swimmer and the one waiting for her was just going to have to wait a little while longer.
"Well I'm going to need a few minutes to plan and look into things to see what I can come up with."
"No. I need you to see Brett now. Just meet him and then you can work out the best way to improve his image after you’ve talked to him."
God, how she wanted to stamp her feet and cry why me, but a diva she wasn't. A consummate professional she was.
"Fine. But next time, a little warning would be nice." She stood and headed toward the door.
"Oh, Cass?" She stopped, turned and faced Frank, lifting her eyebrow in query. "What fun would it be if I'd given you ample warning?"
This time Cass didn't hold back, she rolled her eyes and chuckled. "You're lucky I love you, Frank."
Still chuckling she walked out the door and headed for her own office to gather the things she needed. If it took her more than the five minutes it should, what did it matter? Brett Hunter could stew a little longer.
***
Not ready at all for this meeting, but knowing she'd delayed long enough, Cass straightened her shoulders, opened the door to the conference room, and found it—empty.
Great.
Fantastic.
He couldn't even wait ten minutes. Damn, why had she been so caught up trying to show Frank she couldn't be manipulated. Trying to get the upper hand in a meeting she was going blind into. She should've just grabbed a pen and notepad from someone else's desk, marched straight into the conference room, and dealt with Brett. If she'd done that she may have been back in her office, going over her notes.
Now she had to walk around the office to try and find her elusive new client. All the while making sure Frank didn’t notice she’d misplaced their now star client. Hoping like hell he hadn’t already left the building and was well on his way to getting into trouble. She had to find him fast.
If I was a disgraced athlete where would I go?
To the nearest exit and the closest bar?
That could be her scenario if she Brett didn’t turn up somewhere in the office.
"Are you my new brand expert?"
A deep voice sounded behind her. Relief coursed through her knowing that she wouldn't have to walk into Frank's office and tell him she'd lost his friend's client.
She turned, faced her quarry, and stuck out her hand. "Good morning Mr. Hunter, I'm Cassandra Fielder and yes I will be working with you to tidy up your image."
Her breath caught when Brett took possession of her hand in his and gave it a firm shake. Liquid heat wound its way through her bloodstream.
What the hell?

 


 


 

USA Today Bestselling Author, Nicole Flockton writes sexy contemporary romances, seducing you one kiss at a time as you turn the pages. Nicole likes nothing better than taking characters and creating unique situations where they fight to find their true love.

On her first school report her teacher noted "Nicole likes to tell her own stories". It wasn’t until after the birth of her first child and after having fun on a romance community forum that she finally decided to take the plunge and write a book.

Apart from writing Nicole is busy looking after her very own hero – her wonderfully supportive husband, and two fabulous kids. She also enjoys watching sports and, of course, reading.

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Blog Tour w/Review - Harmless

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Title: Harmless
Series: Pier 70 #4
Author: Nicole Edwards
Genre: Adult, MM Romance
Published: March 28, 2017
He’s got a secret...
Roan Gregory, one of the four owners of Pier 70 Marina, has managed to paint himself as a loner in recent months. There’s a reason for that. And he’s got every intention of keeping that reason a secret. That is, until he no longer has the option.

He’s got a secret, too...
Colton Seguine, defenseman for the Austin Arrows, has gotten good at keeping the world from finding out that he’s gay. He knows exactly what he can and cannot do. And with whom. That is, until he sees Roan for the first time and all bets are off.

Some secrets are too big to keep.
Temperatures soar when this brooding bad boy gets his first taste of this smoking hot hockey player.

Can Roan and Seg push past each other’s defenses? Or -- thanks to the way the cards have been dealt -- will the time they spent together prove to be just a harmless one night stand?
 

 

 
 

HARMLESS (Pier 70, 4) Chapter One © Nicole Edwards 2017
Fourteen months ago
August
“CAN I BUY you another drink?”
Roan Gregory hoped he wasn’t sporting his who me look when he cast a quick glance up and to the left, startled by the offer from…
Well. Okay.
Not what he’d expected.
Standing before him was the sexy guy who’d been checking Roan out since he walked in the door. Discreetly, sure. But Roan’s attention had been unfocused at best. He’d noticed. And yes, this was the same guy Roan had fought hard not to sneak a peek at for the past hour.
The guy was totally his type back when he’d had a type. At least in the physical sense.
Blond hair, blue eyes, long and lean, with the perfect balance of muscles tossed in.
But that was the key. Roan didn’t have a type anymore. He was more interested in ignoring men for the duration.
Sexy Guy nodded toward the empty beer bottle in front of Roan. “Another?”
As though the guy wasn’t possibly talking to him, Roan continued to stare. Only this time, he was captivated by the seductive smirk on Sexy Guy’s smooth lips. Nice lips. Full, perfect … lips.
Obliterating the thought from his sex-starved brain, Roan dropped his gaze down to his beer. Yep, definitely empty. He must’ve drained it when he’d been lost in his own damn thoughts. Unfortunately—no matter what his little head was telling him—he wasn’t interested in company, sexy or otherwise, so he wanted Sexy Guy to go sit back down at the table by the wall where he’d come from.
“I’m good.” Shaking his head, Roan avoided the man’s eyes, hoping he would take the hint.
“I figured if you’re gonna drown your sorrows, probably should do it right.”
If Sexy Guy only knew.
Lifting his gaze once more, Roan met the determined steel-blue eyes still studying him. He bit back a retort. Didn’t the guy understand that he wanted to be alone? Seriously, what did he need to do? Hold up a sign that said, Personal Pity Party, No Company Wanted?
What the…?
Clearly Roan needed to improve his turn-down skills. Sexy Guy surely mistook his I’m good for sure, sit down and join me because, of course, Sexy Guy was now sitting at his table. And he hadn’t bothered to ask.
“I promise, I’m harmless.” To reiterate his point, Sexy Guy held up his hands in surrender.
Big hands. Nice hands. Perfect hands.
Son of a bitch.
Now that Roan thought about it, the guy didn’t look harmless. He looked like … well, hell, he looked like temptation.
Good thing he’d cut temptation from his diet long ago.
Leaning back, Roan tried to appear casual, not wanting to show that he was taken aback by the guy’s forwardness. He also didn’t want the incredibly handsome blond to see that Roan was discreetly attempting to check him out. Mainly, the way that snug charcoal-gray T-shirt stretched across his impressive chest and the way the corded muscles in his neck shifted inconspicuously when he lifted his arm.
How discreet he was actually being was anyone’s guess since there was only about three feet between them.
Not only was he at least an eleven, Sexy Guy also looked familiar. Eerily so. Only Roan couldn’t place him.
Roan shrugged off the thought and continued to stare the guy down.
For the past half hour, Roan had been nursing a beer while pretending to watch the baseball game playing on the television closest to him. He wasn’t really paying attention at all because his brain was inundated with how shitty he’d allowed his life to become. In fact, he’d been paying so little attention he had noticed that the handsome man now sitting across from him had been staring his way every so often.
After the guy signaled the waitress for two more beers, he turned back to Roan.
Bold move considering Roan had already told him he wasn’t interested. Or that had been his meaning anyway.
“Colton Seguine,” Sexy Guy said smoothly as he held out his hand.
Roan detected an accent, but he couldn’t quite place it. Canadian, maybe?
“Not interested,” Roan grumbled, ignoring the introduction, hoping the guy would get it through his thick skull that Roan wasn’t…
Wait.
Did he say…?
The name registered and Roan’s gaze slammed directly into the big guy.
Wavy blond hair, a thin scar running through one of his thick eyebrows, pale blue eyes with the perfect balance of gray running through them, a slightly crooked nose, and a jaw that looked as though it had been carved from stone, not to mention sharp cheekbones and those lips…
Holy shit.
The harmless temptation sitting across from him was none other than a fucking hockey player.
Harmless. Right.
“You’re Colton Seguine,” Roan muttered, feeling stupid.
The guy’s lopsided smirk transformed his face from sexy to … hot as fuck. “That’s what they tell me, but everyone calls me Seg. Unfortunately, I don’t recognize you, so…”
Roan held out his hand seeing that Seg’s was resting on the table as though waiting for this moment. “Roan Gregory.”
“Nice to meet you, Roan Gregory.”
Yes, it was.
Seg’s hand was strong, his grip firm. And holy fuck. This was Colton Seguine. Seg.
Roan briefly forgot all of his problems as he stared at the defenseman for the Austin Arrows hockey team. He knew the man was big—he’d read his stats a few dozen times—but up close and personal, he was ginormous. Six foot four, two-twenty, if Roan remembered correctly.
The waitress interrupted their staring contest when she delivered their beers, and for a few seconds, Roan was caught up in those smoky blue eyes, unable to look away.
It no longer mattered that he’d been wallowing in self-pity, trying to get over the fact that nearly four months ago he’d professed his love for his best friend. He no longer felt the chest-constricting pain that had engulfed him as soon as he realized Cam had fallen in love with someone and they were incredibly happy. The pain hadn’t come from the fact that Cam and Gannon were happy. As far as he was concerned, that was a good thing. It came from the fact that Roan had been insecure enough to think he would lose his friendship with the most important person in his life.
Only right now, the fact that he’d blurted out that he loved his best friend seemed unimportant—not to mention, completely untrue.
Nope. None of it mattered because his brain was misfiring; the only thing he could think about was sex. Sex with this incredibly sexy hockey player. Dirty, rough, highly-erotic sex.
And wasn’t that a kick in the nuts? Roan wasn’t the sort to succumb to insta-lust. It usually took him some time to warm up to a guy. A hell of a lot longer than a brief introduction anyway.
Roan took a long pull on his beer, breaking the eye contact.
This was insane.
Why the hell would this guy even be over here? It wasn’t like he was…
Nah. No way was this guy gay.
Plus, if he was—which he wasn’t—there was no way Seg would know Roan was gay. Seriously. How would he know? They weren’t in a gay bar. And it wasn’t like
Roan was wearing his I’m out and proud T-shirt today.
The thought had Roan staring at Seg thoughtfully.
Did he know Roan was gay? Was it something he broadcasted without realizing it?
After glancing around the room cautiously, Seg leaned in and lowered his voice. “What do you say after this beer, I take you back to my place and we have a drink there?”
Okay, so maybe along with some finely tuned gaydar, Seg was gay.
Not openly, obviously, since Roan distinctly remembered a recent article about Seg and some model chick he’d been dating as of late. Yes, in case there was any confusion, Roan was a fan of the Austin Arrows. Huge fan.
Maybe Seg was bisexual?
Roan let that thought roll around for a few seconds. He didn’t do bisexual. He had absolutely no intention of being with some guy who would wake up the next morning, crying and whining because he was so fucking confused about his life. Pussy or dick, it wasn’t that hard to figure out which you preferred.
Not to mention, Roan didn’t need that shit on top of everything else he was dealing with.
Leaning closer, mirroring Seg’s posture, Roan shook his head. “I’m pretty sure”—he tilted his head toward the waitress—“she’s more your type.”
Seg leaned even closer. “I’m pretty sure … you’re dead wrong.”
Roan sat up straight, taking another pull on his beer as he studied this man.
Here was a guy Roan had watched play for years. A guy who was as masculine as they came. A guy who was now sitting here, in this sports bar, coming on to him.
He was coming on to him, right? Roan had been out of the game a long time; maybe he was imagining it.
He instantly thought about Cam. About how Roan had damn near fucked up their friendship because of his momentary lapse in judgement. His stupid freak out had nearly cost him the most important person in his life.
Then he thought about his sister and her fucking drug problem.
And his father, who was beside himself on how to help her.
His stepmother, who had threatened to leave his father if they didn’t find a way to get Cassie some help.
A fucking mess was what his life had been reduced to.
No way should Roan add fucking a hockey player to that long list of screwed-up bullshit.
Clearly Seg sensed Roan was considering the idea. “One night. No strings.”
Nope, no mistaking that come-on.
Roan considered it.
No-strings sex. Was there even such a thing?
Roan adjusted his position, trying not to give the idea the merit it deserved, but unable to help himself.
A one-night stand with a hot hockey player.
Who could really say no to that? More importantly, who would?
His world was crumbling down around him, and this guy was offering him an opportunity to forget about it for a little while. An opportunity he’d be stupid to pass up.
“One night?” Roan confirmed.
Seg nodded.
“Tomorrow we pretend this never happened?”
Another nod.
Downing what was left of his beer, Roan reached for his wallet, pulled out a couple of twenties, and slapped them on the table before getting to his feet.
“I’ll follow you,” he told Seg.
The grin on Seg’s face made Roan’s dick jump to life.
​Oh, yeah. This was definitely a good decision.
 
 
Harmless (Pier 70, #4)Harmless by Nicole Edwards
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is book #4, in the Pier 70 series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader enjoyment and understanding, without the spoilers, I recommend reading in order.

Roan has a past with Colton AKA Seg, a past he wants no one to know about. Aside from the pain and humiliation it brings, it could be detrimental to Colton's career. Roan knows that nothing short of a miracle would change things. He also knows he has too much on his plate now to look back.

Colton has never wanted anything the way he wants just a chance of a future with Roan. One that does not seem to be mutual. Can he change the man's mind before it's too late?

There is so much to this story. I was eagerly turning pages. This book has rich characters with serious heart. The story also calls for some heat. Really good read with characters you can enjoy again and again. This will be one I add to my permanent shelf.


***This ARC copy was given in exchange for an honest review only.

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Blog Tour w/Review - Harmless

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Title: Harmless
Series: Pier 70 #4
Author: Nicole Edwards
Genre: Adult, MM Romance
Published: March 28, 2017
He’s got a secret...
Roan Gregory, one of the four owners of Pier 70 Marina, has managed to paint himself as a loner in recent months. There’s a reason for that. And he’s got every intention of keeping that reason a secret. That is, until he no longer has the option.

He’s got a secret, too...
Colton Seguine, defenseman for the Austin Arrows, has gotten good at keeping the world from finding out that he’s gay. He knows exactly what he can and cannot do. And with whom. That is, until he sees Roan for the first time and all bets are off.

Some secrets are too big to keep.
Temperatures soar when this brooding bad boy gets his first taste of this smoking hot hockey player.

Can Roan and Seg push past each other’s defenses? Or -- thanks to the way the cards have been dealt -- will the time they spent together prove to be just a harmless one night stand?
 

 

 
 

HARMLESS (Pier 70, 4) Chapter One © Nicole Edwards 2017
Fourteen months ago
August
“CAN I BUY you another drink?”
Roan Gregory hoped he wasn’t sporting his who me look when he cast a quick glance up and to the left, startled by the offer from…
Well. Okay.
Not what he’d expected.
Standing before him was the sexy guy who’d been checking Roan out since he walked in the door. Discreetly, sure. But Roan’s attention had been unfocused at best. He’d noticed. And yes, this was the same guy Roan had fought hard not to sneak a peek at for the past hour.
The guy was totally his type back when he’d had a type. At least in the physical sense.
Blond hair, blue eyes, long and lean, with the perfect balance of muscles tossed in.
But that was the key. Roan didn’t have a type anymore. He was more interested in ignoring men for the duration.
Sexy Guy nodded toward the empty beer bottle in front of Roan. “Another?”
As though the guy wasn’t possibly talking to him, Roan continued to stare. Only this time, he was captivated by the seductive smirk on Sexy Guy’s smooth lips. Nice lips. Full, perfect … lips.
Obliterating the thought from his sex-starved brain, Roan dropped his gaze down to his beer. Yep, definitely empty. He must’ve drained it when he’d been lost in his own damn thoughts. Unfortunately—no matter what his little head was telling him—he wasn’t interested in company, sexy or otherwise, so he wanted Sexy Guy to go sit back down at the table by the wall where he’d come from.
“I’m good.” Shaking his head, Roan avoided the man’s eyes, hoping he would take the hint.
“I figured if you’re gonna drown your sorrows, probably should do it right.”
If Sexy Guy only knew.
Lifting his gaze once more, Roan met the determined steel-blue eyes still studying him. He bit back a retort. Didn’t the guy understand that he wanted to be alone? Seriously, what did he need to do? Hold up a sign that said, Personal Pity Party, No Company Wanted?
What the…?
Clearly Roan needed to improve his turn-down skills. Sexy Guy surely mistook his I’m good for sure, sit down and join me because, of course, Sexy Guy was now sitting at his table. And he hadn’t bothered to ask.
“I promise, I’m harmless.” To reiterate his point, Sexy Guy held up his hands in surrender.
Big hands. Nice hands. Perfect hands.
Son of a bitch.
Now that Roan thought about it, the guy didn’t look harmless. He looked like … well, hell, he looked like temptation.
Good thing he’d cut temptation from his diet long ago.
Leaning back, Roan tried to appear casual, not wanting to show that he was taken aback by the guy’s forwardness. He also didn’t want the incredibly handsome blond to see that Roan was discreetly attempting to check him out. Mainly, the way that snug charcoal-gray T-shirt stretched across his impressive chest and the way the corded muscles in his neck shifted inconspicuously when he lifted his arm.
How discreet he was actually being was anyone’s guess since there was only about three feet between them.
Not only was he at least an eleven, Sexy Guy also looked familiar. Eerily so. Only Roan couldn’t place him.
Roan shrugged off the thought and continued to stare the guy down.
For the past half hour, Roan had been nursing a beer while pretending to watch the baseball game playing on the television closest to him. He wasn’t really paying attention at all because his brain was inundated with how shitty he’d allowed his life to become. In fact, he’d been paying so little attention he had noticed that the handsome man now sitting across from him had been staring his way every so often.
After the guy signaled the waitress for two more beers, he turned back to Roan.
Bold move considering Roan had already told him he wasn’t interested. Or that had been his meaning anyway.
“Colton Seguine,” Sexy Guy said smoothly as he held out his hand.
Roan detected an accent, but he couldn’t quite place it. Canadian, maybe?
“Not interested,” Roan grumbled, ignoring the introduction, hoping the guy would get it through his thick skull that Roan wasn’t…
Wait.
Did he say…?
The name registered and Roan’s gaze slammed directly into the big guy.
Wavy blond hair, a thin scar running through one of his thick eyebrows, pale blue eyes with the perfect balance of gray running through them, a slightly crooked nose, and a jaw that looked as though it had been carved from stone, not to mention sharp cheekbones and those lips…
Holy shit.
The harmless temptation sitting across from him was none other than a fucking hockey player.
Harmless. Right.
“You’re Colton Seguine,” Roan muttered, feeling stupid.
The guy’s lopsided smirk transformed his face from sexy to … hot as fuck. “That’s what they tell me, but everyone calls me Seg. Unfortunately, I don’t recognize you, so…”
Roan held out his hand seeing that Seg’s was resting on the table as though waiting for this moment. “Roan Gregory.”
“Nice to meet you, Roan Gregory.”
Yes, it was.
Seg’s hand was strong, his grip firm. And holy fuck. This was Colton Seguine. Seg.
Roan briefly forgot all of his problems as he stared at the defenseman for the Austin Arrows hockey team. He knew the man was big—he’d read his stats a few dozen times—but up close and personal, he was ginormous. Six foot four, two-twenty, if Roan remembered correctly.
The waitress interrupted their staring contest when she delivered their beers, and for a few seconds, Roan was caught up in those smoky blue eyes, unable to look away.
It no longer mattered that he’d been wallowing in self-pity, trying to get over the fact that nearly four months ago he’d professed his love for his best friend. He no longer felt the chest-constricting pain that had engulfed him as soon as he realized Cam had fallen in love with someone and they were incredibly happy. The pain hadn’t come from the fact that Cam and Gannon were happy. As far as he was concerned, that was a good thing. It came from the fact that Roan had been insecure enough to think he would lose his friendship with the most important person in his life.
Only right now, the fact that he’d blurted out that he loved his best friend seemed unimportant—not to mention, completely untrue.
Nope. None of it mattered because his brain was misfiring; the only thing he could think about was sex. Sex with this incredibly sexy hockey player. Dirty, rough, highly-erotic sex.
And wasn’t that a kick in the nuts? Roan wasn’t the sort to succumb to insta-lust. It usually took him some time to warm up to a guy. A hell of a lot longer than a brief introduction anyway.
Roan took a long pull on his beer, breaking the eye contact.
This was insane.
Why the hell would this guy even be over here? It wasn’t like he was…
Nah. No way was this guy gay.
Plus, if he was—which he wasn’t—there was no way Seg would know Roan was gay. Seriously. How would he know? They weren’t in a gay bar. And it wasn’t like
Roan was wearing his I’m out and proud T-shirt today.
The thought had Roan staring at Seg thoughtfully.
Did he know Roan was gay? Was it something he broadcasted without realizing it?
After glancing around the room cautiously, Seg leaned in and lowered his voice. “What do you say after this beer, I take you back to my place and we have a drink there?”
Okay, so maybe along with some finely tuned gaydar, Seg was gay.
Not openly, obviously, since Roan distinctly remembered a recent article about Seg and some model chick he’d been dating as of late. Yes, in case there was any confusion, Roan was a fan of the Austin Arrows. Huge fan.
Maybe Seg was bisexual?
Roan let that thought roll around for a few seconds. He didn’t do bisexual. He had absolutely no intention of being with some guy who would wake up the next morning, crying and whining because he was so fucking confused about his life. Pussy or dick, it wasn’t that hard to figure out which you preferred.
Not to mention, Roan didn’t need that shit on top of everything else he was dealing with.
Leaning closer, mirroring Seg’s posture, Roan shook his head. “I’m pretty sure”—he tilted his head toward the waitress—“she’s more your type.”
Seg leaned even closer. “I’m pretty sure … you’re dead wrong.”
Roan sat up straight, taking another pull on his beer as he studied this man.
Here was a guy Roan had watched play for years. A guy who was as masculine as they came. A guy who was now sitting here, in this sports bar, coming on to him.
He was coming on to him, right? Roan had been out of the game a long time; maybe he was imagining it.
He instantly thought about Cam. About how Roan had damn near fucked up their friendship because of his momentary lapse in judgement. His stupid freak out had nearly cost him the most important person in his life.
Then he thought about his sister and her fucking drug problem.
And his father, who was beside himself on how to help her.
His stepmother, who had threatened to leave his father if they didn’t find a way to get Cassie some help.
A fucking mess was what his life had been reduced to.
No way should Roan add fucking a hockey player to that long list of screwed-up bullshit.
Clearly Seg sensed Roan was considering the idea. “One night. No strings.”
Nope, no mistaking that come-on.
Roan considered it.
No-strings sex. Was there even such a thing?
Roan adjusted his position, trying not to give the idea the merit it deserved, but unable to help himself.
A one-night stand with a hot hockey player.
Who could really say no to that? More importantly, who would?
His world was crumbling down around him, and this guy was offering him an opportunity to forget about it for a little while. An opportunity he’d be stupid to pass up.
“One night?” Roan confirmed.
Seg nodded.
“Tomorrow we pretend this never happened?”
Another nod.
Downing what was left of his beer, Roan reached for his wallet, pulled out a couple of twenties, and slapped them on the table before getting to his feet.
“I’ll follow you,” he told Seg.
The grin on Seg’s face made Roan’s dick jump to life.
​Oh, yeah. This was definitely a good decision.
 
 
Harmless (Pier 70, #4)Harmless by Nicole Edwards
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is book #4, in the Pier 70 series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader enjoyment and understanding, without the spoilers, I recommend reading in order.

Roan has a past with Colton AKA Seg, a past he wants no one to know about. Aside from the pain and humiliation it brings, it could be detrimental to Colton's career. Roan knows that nothing short of a miracle would change things. He also knows he has too much on his plate now to look back.

Colton has never wanted anything the way he wants just a chance of a future with Roan. One that does not seem to be mutual. Can he change the man's mind before it's too late?

There is so much to this story. I was eagerly turning pages. This book has rich characters with serious heart. The story also calls for some heat. Really good read with characters you can enjoy again and again. This will be one I add to my permanent shelf.


***This ARC copy was given in exchange for an honest review only.

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Title: Harmless
Series: Pier 70 #4
Author: Nicole Edwards
Genre: Adult, MM Romance
Coming: March 28, 2017
He’s got a secret...
Roan Gregory, one of the four owners of Pier 70 Marina, has managed to paint himself as a loner in recent months. There’s a reason for that. And he’s got every intention of keeping that reason a secret. That is, until he no longer has the option.

He’s got a secret, too...
Colton Seguine, defenseman for the Austin Arrows, has gotten good at keeping the world from finding out that he’s gay. He knows exactly what he can and cannot do. And with whom. That is, until he sees Roan for the first time and all bets are off.

Some secrets are too big to keep.
Temperatures soar when this brooding bad boy gets his first taste of this smoking hot hockey player.

Can Roan and Seg push past each other’s defenses? Or -- thanks to the way the cards have been dealt -- will the time they spent together prove to be just a harmless one night stand?
 

 
 
 
 
Harmless (Pier 70, #4)Harmless by Nicole Edwards
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is book #4, in the Pier 70 series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader enjoyment and understanding, without the spoilers, I recommend reading in order.

Roan has a past with Colton AKA Seg, a past he wants no one to know about. Aside from the pain and humiliation it brings, it could be detrimental to Colton's career. Roan knows that nothing short of a miracle would change things. He also knows he has too much on his plate now to look back.

Colton has never wanted anything the way he wants just a chance of a future with Roan. One that does not seem to be mutual. Can he change the man's mind before it's too late?

There is so much to this story. I was eagerly turning pages. This book has rich characters with serious heart. The story also calls for some heat. Really good read with characters you can enjoy again and again. This will be one I add to my permanent shelf.


***This ARC copy was given in exchange for an honest review only.

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