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Author and Publisher: Amy Aislin
Cover Artist: LC Chase
Release Date: January 30, 2024
Genre: Contemporary M/M hockey romance
Tropes: Roommates, forced proximity, hockey, slow burn
Themes: taking risks, trusting yourself
Length: 69 000 words / 275 pages
Heat Rating: 3 flames
It’s book three in the Vancouver Orcas trilogy, but can be read on its own.
It does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Blurb
When he broke off his engagement to his team captain's brother the day before their wedding, Jamie Jamieson swore he'd never get involved with anyone associated with a teammate again. Getting traded to the Orcas is a chance at a fresh start, but one glance at his new housemate, and Jamie knows he's in way over his head.
Dorian is his new coach's cousin. And his team's social media coordinator. And his housemate.
It's the trifecta of bad ideas.
Dorian Shore doesn't do hockey. He's lived by that rule for years, ever since a season playing as a kid left him with emotional scars. But his new housemate—a big, buff, beautiful athlete who gets under his skin—makes him seriously consider doing a hockey player.
It’s not a good idea.
They live together.
They work together.
When the sparks between them ignite, will it be game on or game over?
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My Two Pennies' Worth
No! This is the last of the series. I loved Charlie and Blair's book but I think this one might just be my favourite.
I've liked Dorian in the previous book and was eager for him to find his HEA, and I wasn't disappointed. Both him and Jamie were carrying some baggage into the relationship but where Jamie had a solid sense of worth and found out easy to shake off, Dorian's doubts were much more deeply ingrained.
Enjoyable, low angst sports romance.
Excerpt
It was Jamie’s own bad luck that Dorian looked like a walking, talking version of his every wet dream. He was tall—more or less Jamie’s own height of six two—and slender but toned, with a pointed chin and a small nose. His skin was winter pale, several shades lighter than Jamie’s more naturally tan tones, and it contrasted sharply with the two days’ worth of stubble on his jaw and upper lip and the rich brown hair that looked thick enough for Jamie to grab onto.
Gulp.
“Where’s the rest of your stuff?” Dorian peered around him. “Still in the car?”
“Nah, this is it,” Jamie said, forcing his mind back on track. “I’ll head back to Charlotte at the end of the season for the rest of it and have it shipped to a storage unit so I don’t clutter up your home.” Assuming Jamie hadn’t found a place to live by then.
“You don’t have to do that. I’ve got the space. We can store your stuff in the basement.”
“I thought you were putting Jamieson in the basement,” Coach piped in, arms crossed over his chest. With his height, thick beard, and broad shoulders, it made him look imposing as fuck.
“There’s no bed down there,” Dorian said.
“You could’ve gotten one.”
“Uh, I’d really rather have a bedroom than a basement,” Jamie interjected, picturing a lone bed among exposed pipes, insulation, and spiders. The stuff a kid’s nightmares were made of.
“Oh, it’s finished,” Dorian said, waving a hand. “There are three bedrooms down there, as well as a full kitchen and a separate entrance.”
Three bedrooms? In the basement?
“Exactly,” Coach said. “Had you put a bed in one of the rooms, Jamieson would’ve had his own apartment.”
Dorian crossed his arms over his chest, matching Coach’s posture, and glared, his eyes going all fiery. “Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose? You’re the one who said you didn’t want him in a sterile apartment. Trust me, my basement is very fucking sterile.”
Jamie had just come from a team where he’d been treated like a pariah after his breakup with the team captain’s brother, and now he had two men arguing over what would make him most comfortable.
He didn’t quite swallow a laugh. His aborted chuckle drew the gaze of both men.
Rolling his eyes, Dorian huffed a breath. “You’re right. We’re being stupid.”
Now Jamie laughed outright. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Your face said it all.”
Well. That was probably true.
About the Author
Amy’s lived with her head in the clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two languages means she’s read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy day in fourth grade when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of treasure hunts with her classmates eventually morphed into love stories between men, and she’s been writing ever since. She writes evenings and weekends—or whenever she isn’t at her full-time day job saving the planet at Canada’s largest environmental non-profit.
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