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Dirty Puckers Series by Lauren Landish – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:13:47 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.4 http://www.wownovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Dirty Puckers Series by Lauren Landish – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com 32 32 Puck Marry Kill (Dirty Puckers #2) Read Online Lauren Landish http://www.wownovels.com/puck-marry-kill-dirty-puckers-2-read-online-lauren-landish Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:13:47 +0000 https://www.wownovels.com/puck-marry-kill-dirty-puckers-2-read-online-lauren-landish Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Lauren Landish Series: Dirty Puckers Series by Lauren Landish
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 99723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)

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A hockey star’s fix his new team. The problem? He’s falling for the coach’s off-limits daughter in this spicy, heartfelt romance from Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Lauren Landish.

NHL defenseman Dominic Lee is traded mid-season with one save a struggling team from itself. The complication? Briar Johns—a guarded single mom, zookeeper, and his new coach’s daughter. She’s strictly off-limits, but one look at her and Dominic knows some rules are meant to be broken. Too bad hockey players—and relationships—are a firm never again for Briar.

Between surviving a toxic marriage, managing an emotionally absent father, and raising her son Harley, Briar only has room for things that bring joy. A cocky defenseman should never make that list. Dominic isn’t like the men from her past, though. He shows up for Harley’s practices. He listens. He does the dishes. And he’s patient enough to wait for her walls to come down.

When her father forbids their relationship and threatens Dominic’s career, the choice should be simple. Except Briar’s tired of letting fear win. And walking away from her and Harley? That’s the one play Dominic refuses to make

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Prologue

Dominic

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” I spit the words out so quickly that there’s no chance to stop them. Not that I would’ve, even if I could’ve.

My heart is racing too fast, pounding against my ribs. My hearing is down a long hallway, hollow and echoey. And my eyes are wide open, which is why I see the instant Coach Leverson registers both my rude tone and my disrespectful cussing.

“Now, look here, son . . .” he starts, sounding like he’s placating a too-willful-for-his-own-good, stubborn asshole of a child. Which I might be. I’m not arguing that possibility.

“Don’t ‘son’ me after telling me I’m getting traded, when I helped this team win the fucking Cup last season. A few very short months ago.” Did he forget? How could he have forgotten? I sure haven’t. It was the biggest, brightest, best moment of my life. The culmination of a dream I’ve had since I was a kid.

Coach closes his mouth, the clack of his yellowed veneers making a sound of finality that matches the steely look in his tired eyes.

“Why?” I hiss.

It’s starting to sink in—I, Dominic Lee, am getting traded from the best team in the league, the one where I’ve played for years, to one of the league cellar dwellers. Okay, that’s not fair. Coach said I’ve been traded to the Blizzard, who we played against in the finals last season, but there’s no argument to be made about it, they’re lower on the hockey stick than we are.

Not we. Because I’m no longer an Ice Hawk. I’m a Blizzard.

Me, fucking traded? What upside-down, topsy-turvy world is this? If this is a nightmare, I’m ready to wake up. Now. I curl my toes in my boots, digging them in and hoping the slight pain will raise me from sleep, but other than a cramp in my big toe, nothing happens.

“Dom, I know this comes as a shock to you,” Coach says placatingly. “It was a shock to me too. Definitely a decision made above my head, and I tried to keep you. Know that, son.” He pins me with an earnest look, but it only slightly eases the sense of betrayal starting to take root in my gut. “The Blizzard are having some turnover this year and they need you to do for Kipson what you did for Mahoney.”

My brows draw together sharply. “What?”

I’ve done a lot of things for Griffin Mahoney, the right defenseman for the Ice Hawks, but more importantly my brother from another mother. Most recently, that has included only attempting to kill him after I found out he was fucking my sister. I say attempt not because I stopped, but because my sister, Penny, stopped me with an announcement that they’re dating, in love, and blah, blah, blah. Not my best moment, but now that we’re all good, we can laugh about it. As long as they don’t talk about their sex life.

“What do you mean do for Kipson what I did for Griffin? I don’t have another sister and I’m pretty sure Griffin doesn’t share,” I say flatly. It’s a joke, but also . . . not. Unsurprisingly, Griffin is head over heels for my sister, which translates to protective as hell.

Coach leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers in front of his chest. “What do you know about the Blizzard?”

“They’re not the Ice Hawks,” I declare flatly. “They’re not the current champs. That’s enough.”

Coach tilts his head, staring at me in disappointment, before he carefully says, “That’s true. They’re not like the Hawks in a lot of ways.” I don’t know what that means and he doesn’t explain further. Instead, he shares, “Kipson got divorced right before the finals last year. He’s not doing well. Some might say he’s spiraling, and that’s putting it mildly.” Coach frowns hard like that’s a generously kind description of Kipson’s current state.

Realization dawns.

“Shiiiit. Kipson is thinking of quitting?”

Mike Kipson is good at two things—popping nifty wrist shots that seem to curve around goalie pads in midair, and staying out of the spotlight. The man’s a wizard with the puck when he’s on. All I know about him is how to go up against him in a game. But peripherally, I know he’s in the prime of his career, with years of ice time left. Unless injury or mental shit, which is surprisingly a big part of success in hockey, takes him out.

“Not if you can stop him,” Coach declares. “He’s down bad. Thinking of running off to Nebraska or somewhere to chase after his girl.” Coach makes it sound like the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard of.

“That sucks for him. Really, it does. But it’s not my problem. I saved Griffin because he’s my brother.”

Coach shrugs. “Looks like your family’s growing. Congrats, it’s a boy.”

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The Diamond Puck-Up (Dirty Puckers #1) Read Online Lauren Landish http://www.wownovels.com/the-diamond-puck-up-dirty-puckers-1-read-online-lauren-landish Sat, 28 Feb 2026 17:32:29 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/the-diamond-puck-up-dirty-puckers-1-read-online-lauren-landish Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Lauren Landish Series: Dirty Puckers Series by Lauren Landish
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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 115763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)

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A brooding hockey enforcer and a spirited jewelry designer find love—and trouble—when a stolen ring brings them together in this steamy romance from Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Lauren Landish.

NHL enforcer Griffin Mahoney has spent years protecting his team on the ice—and his heart off it. The one woman who makes his stone-cold exterior melt? His best friend’s sister, Penny Lee. But when a stolen ring entangles her with the Mob, Griffin’s protective instincts override his promise to stay away.

As a custom jewelry designer, Penny transforms family heirlooms into modern treasures. She’s always thought her brother’s best friend was grumpier than a bear with a hangover—until she discovers the brooding hockey player’s hidden soft side. Their undeniable chemistry catches them both off guard, even as danger circles closer.

With Stanley Cup playoffs looming, Mob threats escalating, and her overprotective brother ready to cross-check them both into the next season, Griffin and Penny’s path to happiness is anything but smooth. Together they’ll discover that true love, like diamonds, can withstand any pressure—and shine even brighter for it

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Chapter 1

Penny

This day could not be more perfect. The sun is high and bright in the blue sky, it’s just on the warm side of chilly, there’s not a hint of wind in the air, and the hike to the hillside photo spot was easy to the point of being more of a stroll than a workout.

I sit down carefully on a flat rock and take a sip from my favorite water bottle, noting the vinyl stickers from various towns and concerts I’ve been to, plus my favorite one, an ostrich on ice skates that says, “She is beauty, she is grace, she will not fall on her face.” My bestie-slash-roommate, Talia, bought that one for me as a joke when I first made the Ice Hawkettes, our local NHL hockey cheer team, because on the ice is the only place I’m not likely to fall. Slippery, slidey, hazardous? I’m as solid as can be. Flat, smooth, even ground with full focus and attention, and sensible shoes? This girl’s going down. It’s happened too many times to argue to the contrary.

Thankfully, I stayed vertical today on the way up the hill, though it remains to be seen if my unusually good luck will stick with me for the return trip down.

Trying my best to be discreet, I catch glimpses of the group around me. It’s not an organized hike, but this is one of the most popular trails in the area and spring is known to be the best season for scenic outlooks, so there’s at least a dozen other people here with me, if you count the mom with the toddler strapped to her in some sort of backpack situation as two people. Damn, lady, your legs must be pumped as fuck, and I say that in full jealousy despite being someone who spends hours dancing and skating every week.

But mostly I’m trying to watch Lance, my client in the navy-blue pullover to my right. He looks a bit sweaty, more than you’d expect with the cool air, and he keeps nervously touching his pocket like he’s afraid he might’ve lost his wallet on the trail.

Actually . . . I pat my fanny pack, making sure I feel the chunkiness of my keys, because it’d be just my luck to have dropped them somewhere over the last two miles.

Lance glances around, and I catch his eye, giving him a supportive smile. You can do it, the smile says. But I don’t think he understands the message, because he frowns and jerks his gaze back out over the horizon. I watch with bated breath as he lowers himself to kneeling and clears his throat.

Suddenly, everyone realizes exactly what’s happening, and there’s a chorus of gasps and “aww”s. A kid asks, “What’s going on?” A quick look shows that the mom has clapped her hand over her older child’s mouth and is telling him “shh” meaningfully while simultaneously bouncing herself to keep the toddler on her back quiet. She’s a superwoman, I decide, and then return my attention to Lance so I don’t miss the Big Moment.

“Elaina Marie Wilcox, you are the love of my life. You give meaning to the sunrise and the sunset, and every moment in between. You make me see beauty in a world that desperately tries to highlight the ugliness. You bring happiness to my life, and I want to do the same for you with every day that I’m given . . . as your husband, your soulmate, and your best friend. Will you give me that honor and be my wife? Will you marry me?” He holds up a ring, offering it with hope-filled eyes.

You could hear a pin drop. Not even a bird caw breaks the sanctity of the moment.

Which is precisely when I unceremoniously slide off my rocky perch and land on the hard dirt with an unladylike grunt. Another round of gasps sounds out, but these are in horror as a dozen pairs of eyes find me—yes, including the baby, plus Lance and his still-to-answer fiancée.

Shit!

Thankfully, that’s an internal thought, not an out-loud one, but even so, my grimace from the impact is enough to make a few people step toward me to offer assistance.

“Sorry! I’m okay! Carry on,” I tell Lance, waving a hand to let him and everyone else know I’m fine, though my ass really hurts despite the fair amount of cushion I’ve got back there. I also suddenly realize that I’m dangerously close to the edge of the sloped hill, and knowing my luck, there’s a very real chance the dirt might give way and send me careening down to my death, or at least a broken bone or twelve.

Lance clears his throat again and pulls on Elaina’s hand to get her attention once more, and finally . . . finally she starts nodding wildly.

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