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Wednesday, 29 March 2017

REVIEW TOUR & #GIVEAWAY - The Heart (Ice Dragons Hockey #2) by R.J.Scott

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Blurb

The team captain and the rookie firefighter never meant to fall in love; but they’ll fight tooth and nail to protect what they have.

Alex Simard, captain of the Ice Dragons hockey team, didn’t intend on rescuing a baby from a burning car. Doing what anyone else would’ve done doesn’t make him a hero. Add the press hounding him, to on-ice injury, warring Russians, and the season from hell, and he’s losing focus. Getting his team to the Stanley Cup is his priority; falling in love isn’t even a footnote on his to-do list.

Jo Glievens, rookie firefighter, never meant to fall in love with a hockey player. Her career is everything to her and right now she doesn’t want to add a man to her life. She has a plan and is sticking to it. But someone is out there planting bombs, destroying lives, and she has to make choices when this criminal's actions hit way too close to home.



Excerpt

Jo walked in on a team meeting. 
Not her team; not the big burly firefighters that formed her life and mostly sat around looking all kinds of badass whenever they had a meeting.
Nope, it was the key members of the Ice Dragons hockey team that had congregated in her friend Kat’s living room. Of course, it was also Ryan’s living room given Kat and Ryan were recently engaged, and it was their new house. Hence why Ryan would be there.
“Excuse the noise, we’ll study upstairs again where it’s quiet,” Kat said.
“It’s a team meeting then?”
“Less meeting, more smack-down and telling Alex like it is. Poor guy can’t stay at his own place because of all the media attention, so he’s staying here, but he’s pissed and probably scared of being off-ice for far too long.”
“It’s fine,” she said, although she wasn’t exactly concentrating on what Kat said, so had missed most of it.
And all because, from there she could see the center of attention, one Alexandre Simard, or Simba as his teammates liked to call him. She only knew that Simba was his nickname because he’d done those ridiculous car sales ads for a local Toyota dealership a couple years back. They’d made this whole thing about his blond hair, and his name, likening him to a lion based on his hockey nickname.
She’d seen the ads so many times she could almost recite them from memory; too much down time at the firehouse between calls.
Of course, his face had been fixed firmly in her mind after she and Mitch had been the ones who dragged his trapped and heavy ass out of that car, the flames burning through his jacket and the jersey beneath. He’d been the one who looked up at her and asked, not about himself, but about the baby.
The damned man had crawled back into the burning car for the dad. He could have died. Jo had been furious at his actions; the last thing professionals needed were civilians getting involved, but when the action of the call had faded she’d thought past the rookie checklist for civilian interaction on scenes. Instead, she’d gone from seeing him as a man who’d helped to sell cars, played a game for a living, to a man who risked his own life for a child and father.
With no thought for his own safety.
He was pretty much a local hero if you listened to the news, a tall, gorgeous, blond-haired, blue-eyed hero. Could the guy be any more of a cliché? And why did he have to look so sexy and handsome, even when he was angry?
“They’re all mad,” Lieutenant Dennison had said when they were working on getting the car clear. “Hockey players, all mad,” he elaborated when she’d stared at him not really understanding at first.
Seems like they weren’t just mad for putting themselves in danger, but they were mad-angry as well. So, it wasn’t so much a meeting she’d been warned was happening at the same time as her study session, as much as a heated debate.
There was some language she didn’t understand, although it was deep and guttural and likely Russian, and then one hell of a lot of cursing. She caught some of it, a shouting match over ice time and why couldn’t their fucking captain understand the concept of fucking rest.
She didn’t watch hockey that much, sometimes caught highlights on shift down time, but being the probie at the firehouse kept her busy. That would all be ending soon when she passed probation and her exams, but for now, it sucked. She kind of wanted to watch hockey, the way that her fellow officers and the paramedics talked about it, the game was fast and changed on a dime. Burlington had an expansion team, or so she’d read in the paper that morning. In fact, she’d learned a lot about hockey the past few days. Ever since the accident actually, because the articles on it were everywhere.
To be fair, every article she’d read about the Dragons’ captain and him risking his life had begun with the words Alexandre ‘Simba’ Simard, Captain of The Dragons, the NHL’s newest expansion team…she’d looked it up, knew what expansion meant, that it was a new team, only five or so years old, and that this year they’d started strong before setbacks had them trailing in the rankings.
Not to mention they’d lost their captain for at least four weeks. Maybe six. One writer pointed out the team didn’t have the chance to label it as a generic upper body injury, meaning other teams wouldn’t know the captain’s vulnerabilities. Nope, there were pictures and news reports of burns and a fractured radius.
According to news reports, the team losing their captain was vital, and Jo could understand that. Captains were key pieces in their teams, the leader, the one that everyone looked up to. He was also a real American hero, or at least that is what the news was painting him as. Without thought for his own safety, he’d rescued a father and baby from their car only seconds before the fire spread.
Brave. Not everyone was a firefighter like her, not everyone would have risked their own life to rescue others. Not everyone was trained like her. Brave, stupid, they were different sides of the same coin.
She glanced into the main seating area, the one with the views out over Burlington, in the beautiful place that Kat and her fiancé had bought. They’d only just moved in, but this was the third time Jo had visited. The view included shouting, sexy, angry hockey players; men who were clearly pissed at something.
“You’re not coming back early,” one strong, steady voice said, and Jo recognized Ryan, Kat’s other half, as the owner of the voice.
“Fuck you, Flynn,” the captain snapped.
“This is not up for discussion, you hard headed idiot,” Ryan shouted louder. Seemed it was that kind of meeting where each person shouted louder than the last just to be heard.
She counted it as a win that they hadn't spotted her; there was something compelling about being able to see them in person. Kat was watching with amusement on her face. Of course, her fiancé was one of them, and she probably knew more about the whole thing than Jo ever would.


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4 out of 5 (very good)


The Heart is the second book in the Ice Dragons Hockey series, and we reunite with Alex, aka Simba. Some time has passed since the end of The Code and the Dragons are on a losing streak. Alex calls for a meeting which goes on until early hours of the morning. On his way home, he and Ryan spot a car accident, and Alex is able to save both the baby and her father, although he is injured in the process. Jo is a firefighter on probation and the one who saves Alex.

This is a great story, with a humorous start in the kitchen between Jo and Alex. Jo has her own reasons for not wanting a relationship, the same as Alex does, but that doesn't stop them from being attracted to each other, and wanting more. There is an air of suspense with this book too as Jo has to deal with different situations all connected by a bomb. With additional stories involving Gooley, and the twins, there is definitely something here for everyone.

Very well written, with no editing or grammatical errors to disrupt the reading flow, this is a wonderful addition to the series. Definitely recommended by me, and I'm looking forward to Gooley's story which is coming next.

* A copy of this book was provided to me with no requirements for a review. I voluntarily read this book, and my comments here are my honest opinion. *

Merissa

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The Code (Book #1) - Amazon US | Amazon UK

4 out of 5 (very good)


The Code is the first book in the Ice Dragons Hockey series, and we start with Ryan, a defense player and best friend to Loki. Kat is Loki's sister, and he made Ryan promise many years ago that he would look after Kat, and not let her be with any 'players'. That's okay until it is Ryan who is the one who longs to be with her.

This is very well written, with plenty of action on the ice, plus slow and sensual tension between Ryan and Kat. The honest confusion was brilliant to read about, and something I'm sure we can all relate to.

With no editing or grammatical errors to disrupt the reading flow, this is a wonderful start to a new series that I look forward to reading more about. Definitely recommended.

* A copy of this book was provided to me with no requirements for a review. I voluntarily read this book, and my comments here are my honest opinion. *

Merissa

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RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn't with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn't like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

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A bartender with a penchant for naughty drink recipes is well known for crafting the perfect concoction for his clientele. Justin meets his match when down on her luck Lexi walks into his bar and he whips up a cocktail especially for her. 

It’s not just the booze talking when Justin and Lexi explore his list of naughty drink recipes in more detail — after hours. Night after night, Lexi is drawn back to Justin’s bar for another deliciously dirty creation and another night of extreme fantasy when he shows her how to let go of her inhibitions — One tantalizing drink recipe at a time— Seems it’s definitely Bottoms Up for these two!

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The bartender without a name went about making another, unsure whether he was making it for her or not. With precision, he scored a lemon and peeled the zest into a perfect swirl. His tattooed forearm flexing with each move while he precisely twined the curl of lemon with a curl lime zest on the rim of the glass.

Lexi wondered what the delicious looking drink was called but was hesitant afraid to revisit the Soul’s Kiss or worse than that Bottoms Up fiasco. But curiosity and booze tempted her. What did he deem would be the perfect drink for her? This tattooed Romeo? She snorted, aware he’d heard her when he looked up with a smirk. He must have realized she was enjoying watching him. And she was, watching him make the drink gave her a reason to observe, and yes, enjoy the view while giving into her blatant desire than to nothing more than linger there. Watching him go about his job, feeling warm and safe in ‘Bottoms Up’ with this hunk working his magic making her feel….turned on.  A feeling she hadn’t had for a very long time. Her eyes brimmed with fresh tears and she quickly looked away to avoid his gaze.

“I think I have just the drink for you…” he said, placing the drink in front of her.
               
“I can’t drink it if I don’t know the name,” she said, now blatantly flirting.
           
He smiled.  “I see, well you’ll just have to guess the name then. I’ll give it back to you when you’ve guessed correctly,” he said dead pan, and then pulled the drink back behind the bar.

Lexi’s jaw dropped open in disbelief. He quickly turned his attention to a drink order one of his waitresses has brought to him. Looked like a big one form the number of tumblers he was stacking on the counter behind the bar and the bottles he proficiently pulled down from the shelves above.

Lexi leaned over the bar and saw her drink sitting there. Beckoning her. Taunting her. But she looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror behind the bar and the look on his fac. He shook his head.
           
“Ah..ah..ah,” he scolded. His sexy smile teased her in the reflection. “Sit back down and I’ll be with you in a moment…”

Mute, she sat down. Mesmerized by his fluidity, she enjoyed watching him pour at least ten drinks, all seemingly at once. He summoned the waitress over to get them with a wave of his hand and off the drinks went to the customers.

Glancing over her shoulder Lexi saw the bar was beginning to fill up.

A band had set up in the far corner near a large table of middle age men sat near the back, where the tray full of drinks was headed. Looking at her watch she saw it was five to four. Only a few hours left to clean out the rest of her apartment and hand in the keys. Lexi and Scott’s apartment. Their dream apartment. Until he’d gone and died. Shit, the tears burned.
           
The sexy bartender turned around at exactly the wrong moment as Lexi was wiping a tear from her eye.

“Hey,” he said, a soft soothing voice of concern. “I’d say you’re about ready for that drink now wouldn’t you?

           
Lexi nodded and felt foolish for being such a cliché, getting all weepy at the bar. That’s another reasons she didn’t drink much. It melted her resolve and devoured her self-control. Gone were the good old days when she and Scott used to stay up late, drinking, laughing, making love until the wee hours. Stop it stop it stop it she scolded. It’s been just over a year since Scott died. Exactly one year three months yesterday. Time to get it together.

“It wasn’t a Soul’s Kiss,” he offered. “Not this one, but we can keep it for later if you’re not ready now…”

Was he hinting there would be a later? As in a drink— or something more? His eyes, molten pools of dark blue depths with lashes almost black, long and lush, tempted her. She imagined how soft they’d be if they fluttered slowly across her torso and then southward between her legs. Her body quickened with arousal. Shit, she was really losing it now.

 “I’m sure I’m ready for it...” The words tumbled from her lips before she was
aware of the innuendo.
           
He grinned. “Okay then, aren’t you going to try and guess?” he teased, placing the drink on the coaster in front of her on the ‘Bottoms Up’ coaster.

“I haven’t a clue…I’m don’t usually order cocktails.”

“Okay, then seeing as you’ve had a bad day, I’ll give you a pass this time, but only this time.” His smile made her flush. She pulled the drink closer to her and nodded her appreciation. 

She smiled back at him. “Thanks. Now, I told you my name …what’s yours?” she blurted out, not realizing how provocative she sounded until the words were hanging between them.
           
“Justin…” he answered her question. “Justin MacLeary.”

“Nice to meet you Justin MacLeary.”

She smiled and lifted the drink to her lips, very aware his eyes were still on hers as her lips met the cool rim of the glass. “It’s very good.”

She took another sip, noticing it was smoother than the other. The band started up and a few patrons cheered.

“What’s it called? She asked for the name of the drink over the music.
           
“Sexual Healing…”

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5 out of 5 (exceptional)


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Whew! This book is definitely panty dropper, sexy, hot sort of read! It’s got a sweet love story, mixed with a bit of thrill, and lots of scorching hot intimate scenes.  If these are the types of things you look for in a story then stop reading my review and one-click now. You’ll thank me later, I promise!

Now, for those of you who need a little more enticing, keep reading. I have to be honest though, I didn’t really know there would be as much sex as there was in the book. These scenes are pretty intense. They made me blush! I just knew someone with x-ray vision was going to read through my kindle and see the naughty playful scenes that were written across my kindle. It was such a great storyline that followed though; I couldn’t really put the book down.

It was an incredibly fun read, had some great banter back and forth, had some in your dreams kind of romance that every girl fantasizes about, and included some really great drink recipes. I’m not a drinker and these drinks made me want to go stock up on some alcohol and try some of these. I think the only way you can have any of these things I’ve mentioned previously is having some great detail that really makes the words drip from the page onto a painting right before your eyes.

If you haven’t one-clicked this book yet, what are you waiting for? Trust me, it’s a great story. It was an emotionally fun tantalizing story.

* A copy of this book was provided to me with no requirements for a review. I voluntarily read this book, and my comments here are my honest opinion. *


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