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Today’s book: The Wildcat by Bella Matthews.
“What are you really doing here, evil spawn?” Maddox pushes my jalapeño margarita across the bar with a raised brow. “Your crew’s not in the city.”
I wrap my fingers around the stem of the glass, but he tugs it out of my hand and holds it hostage while he waits for an answer.
Asshole.
As if I don’t know my best friends are all on vacation. My sister is touring the country on her first national ballet tour. And the rest of my family is at the beach.
Without me.
Like I somehow could miraculously miss the fact that I’m alone.
“That’s because Lindy, Kenzie, and Brynlee are on some tropical island with the rest of your family, and Gracie doesn’t get home from her tour until next week.” I yank the glass back and manage to only allow a smidge of jalapeño goodness to splash over the side. He’s an ass, but he makes a damn good margarita. “Why aren’t you on vacay with the rest of your family?” I push, kinda hoping sparring with Maddox will make me feel a little less sorry for myself. I don’t do pity parties. At least I don’t like to. But I’m not sure even sparring with Madman will fix my funk.
Maybe the margarita will help.
I take a sip, savoring the cool, spicy goodness as it slips down my throat, hoping it dulls my sadness. I’d welcome a little reprieve any way I can get one. Pretty sure I’m getting on my own nerves now.
Not that I’ll admit any of that to him.
Hell, I barely want to admit it to myself.
Maddox and I have been friends our entire lives. Our moms are best friends, who used to joke that the two of us were destined to be soulmates.
Seriously. Who talks like that?
About: I loved the Defiant Kings and Restless Kings series both so much, I wasn’t sure a next-gen series could live up to it but I’m addicted. It gets better with each book and I can’t wait for more.
Blurb:
What do you get when you mix a devastatingly handsome hockey player who doesn’t do casual with a blonde bombshell cheerleader who doesn’t do serious?
I was supposed to be taking the summer off from dating. . . and flirting. . . and men in general. A cleanse. It sounded great in theory. But theory went out the window when my own personal kryptonite sat on the barstool next to mine.
Six feet, five inches of stacked muscle and chiseled features, he exuded a cocky confidence that was hard to miss and even harder to resist. This man was delectable. Like a decadent piece of chocolate cake, tempting me to indulge.
And that was before I knew how he tasted.
The rules were simple:
One night.
No names.
No strings.
Until my handsome stranger turned out to be the hot-as-sin star forward for the Philadelphia Revolution hockey team. A single dad with two adorable kids who tug at my heart strings, and a family almost as obnoxious as my own.
But Cross Wilder isn’t looking for a hookup.
And I’m not looking for a fairytale.
The question is. . . do I have a choice?
