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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)

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Riggs McCoy

The last thing a Scottish man like me is accustomed to is perpetual sunshine. But Clara McDavid is a ray of light with a bright personality and an unstoppable smile who threatens to chase away all the clouds and gloom I prefer to surround myself with. And I need her. To watch my dogs, that is. Just that.

I thought I would be okay with her sleeping in my bed while I was out of town coaching my hockey team to a championship. But one look at her on the camera I forgot I set up, and I know immediately that I want to be right beside her. Forever.

Clara McDavid

I’ve always had a thing for older guys. And Riggs McCoy ticks every box on a list I didn’t even realize I’d written. But he only wants me to dog-sit. Not make myself at home in his house.

Even after watching all four of my older sisters rush the ice for their hockey player lovers, I never thought I’d want the boys’ grumpy coach for myself. But being wrong has never felt oh-so right.

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CHAPTER 1

Riggs

I swear that my life is a sweet virgin asshole, and the world is a Coke-can-sized cock, ready to ram right into me.

With no lube in sight.

Is it too much to ask for lube?

No, right? It’s common fucking decency. But no, the world just wants to ram into me like I’m a porn star.

Rather rude, really.

I don’t ask for much; I just want a simple life. I want to coach the Knoxville Bears, and I want to hang out with my dogs in this small little town where it’s Christmas every day. I hate that they think Christmas is doable in the hot Tennessee summer, but whatever floats their boats, I guess. I just want to be left alone.

I want to walk my dogs in peace, eat some fried food, and maybe indulge in a little side of pussy here and there. Coach my boys and help them navigate life. Nothing too extravagant. I want to survive the rest of my days in peace. That’s not too much to ask, I think. But fate has a different idea. It feels as if fate likes to fuck with me—in every hole imaginable.

Fate tricked me when I was growing up.

I had a good childhood, great parents, and I was happy. I think I ended up on fate’s radar when I got drafted. I was so excited to follow in my da’s footsteps. To be a great hockey player, but in America instead of Scotland like he did. I had every opportunity to stay in Scotland and play, but I wanted to make it in the NHL. I had the talent, I had the drive, but injuries plagued me. Between concussions, breaking my wrist three times, and a snapped tibia, I found it hard to keep coming back. During my recovery time, I couldn’t stay off the ice, and that was when I started coaching. I needed something to do and quickly realized how much I loved molding players into winners. If I couldn’t get my own body to do what I wanted, I had eager young bucks able and willing to do what I couldn’t.

So maybe fate wasn’t too much of a bitch during that.

I mean, it did give me a career in the sport I love, but fuck, if I don’t wish it were me out there with the crisp air hitting my face. Sweat freezing to my jersey. The smell of the ice. The feeling of scoring. I miss it, but I do love how I am helping guys achieve their dreams. This may not have been my dream, but it fills my cup to know I am helping someone get to where they want to be.

Maybe I really got on fate’s radar when Peppa came into my life. It was cruel to bring Peppa along. For her to show me what love is. To give me that sense of completion. God, how I loved her. More than I loved myself, hockey, and anything else. I worshipped the ground she walked on. I bent over backward to make sure she had everything she wanted and needed. I took care not only of her, but her whole family. I gave my life to her. I was hers, and I thought she was mine. But I wasn’t. I was just a means to an end.

Fucking fate. I hate the bitch for sure, but it seems she hates me just as much, and right now is a perfect example of why I’m sure she does. I knew, fucking knew, I shouldn’t have come to the Knoxville Bears Puck and Pups event. I had a feeling I should have just stayed home and hung out with Gretzky and Gordie, but I couldn’t once an email from Elliot McDavid came through.

You’re the coach of our franchise, one of the most important members of the team. I need you to show your face and bring your dogs. We are in the middle of the play-offs. People are excited to meet you. You better be there. I’ll unleash Alex on you.

She’s a crazy lass, that Elliot McDavid.

So, I came, as she asked. But now, I’m cursing the McDavid name. I know that’s wrong of me when three of the McDavid women are engaged or married to my players. They are good women, smart and sweet. Elliot is a damn good social media marketer, and I enjoy working with her. She does keep Alex Cruz, my goalie and a thorn in my side, on a short leash and doesn’t let him bother me much, so it was hard to say no.

Add in the fact that the McDavid sisters are also the granddaughters of my boss, Dan Davenport, whom I respect and enjoy a drink with often. He is very protective of his girls, but there was no keeping them away from the many hockey players who came sniffing around them. He tried, bless, he did. But it didn’t work. I heard one of his granddaughters is in Nashville, engaged to a player on the Nashville Assassins. So, really, he has had no luck in keeping them away from any of the players.

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Pucks and Likes (Knoxville Bears #3) Read Online Toni Aleo http://www.wownovels.com/pucks-and-likes-knoxville-bears-3-read-online-toni-aleo Sat, 31 Aug 2024 08:14:11 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/pucks-and-likes-knoxville-bears-3-read-online-toni-aleo Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Sports Authors: Toni Aleo Series: Knoxville Bears Series by Toni Aleo
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)

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Elliot
I’m pregnant.
And the father has no clue.
I pushed him away.
I shut the door in his face, and while I thought it was only my broken heart he left behind, that wasn’t the case. He left a child inside me.
And I kept it.
Now he’s back, and it’s time to face off with the only man I’ve ever wanted.
But can he forgive me?

Alex
I think I’ve loved Elliot McDavid since the moment I met her.
She watched me for weeks, lusted after me, but never said a word. Even denied that she would work out just to see me. When I finally got her where I wanted her, she pushed me away.
She slammed her walls up and reinforced them with distance.
But now I’m back.
And she has secrets.
More than just the fact that she’s pregnant with my child.
She thinks I’ll let her get away a second time, but that’s not happening. I’m known for protecting the net, and I’ll protect her.
Even from herself.

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PROLOGUE

Elliot

Six months earlier…

Alejandro Cruz eats pussy like a man starved.

I swear I have never been devoured by a man the way he consumes me. He laps at my center like he would die if he didn’t gorge himself on my taste. I’m lost under his mouth. Unable to comprehend anything but the pleasure he brings me and how much I want it more than my next breath. I love his mouth, his tongue, his hands—oh God, his hands.

Goalies have the best hands.

My back bows into the breakfast bar table he has me perched on as he holds my ass right where he wants me. He sucks on my clit, causing me to howl his name, and as I’m coming down, I see a smug grin pull at his lips.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, my knuckles white as I grip the table. “Please.”

God, his voice is deep, sultry, and pure sin with all the spice included. “Mmm, but mami—” Fuck me stupid, that endearment has me arching up to his mouth. His grin only grows, such heat in his eyes before he runs his thick, warm tongue up my center in a slow, agonizing sweep. I cry out as he kisses my clit. His thick lips envelop my bud, and I almost die at the sensation. Against my swollen, wanton flesh, he whispers, “I love my name on your lips.”

I meet his gaze as he looks up at me, and I feel as if I can come from the look in his eyes. Like I am the best thing he’s ever put in his mouth. The most treasured prize. But I can’t be his. This is purely physical—or, at least, it needs to be. Unfortunately, every time he meets my eyes, his need for me burns visibly in his gaze, and I know he’s falling for me. “Then make me come so I’ll scream it louder.”

He groans before sucking my clit in his mouth without hesitation. I rock against his lips, chasing the pleasure that his mouth gives me. He slides his tongue to my entrance, fucking me with it, right before his thumb finds my clit, caressing it with sure, even strokes. I writhe under him, mewing like a cat in heat before a fire starts to burn in my spine and then explodes everywhere. I squeeze my eyes shut as I come undone, bellowing his name.

He presses his tongue into my clit, extending my release, and I can’t help the way I clutch his head, digging my nails into his scalp as shivers run through my body. “Yes, Alex, oh, yessss…” I cry out as he devours my release, licking every single part of my pussy.

“Mami, you taste divine,” he murmurs against my throbbing center before he kisses my mound, then each of my thighs, followed by my pelvic bone. I try to get my bearings, but then he stands, and I’m hit once more with undeniable need for this gorgeous man. In a tailored three-piece blue suit, he looks like he didn’t just get finished playing hockey and winning the game in a shutout, but rather, he was off killing bad guys and taking all the drugs and money for himself.

Or for me.

Sinful. He looks downright sinful.

Alex’s eyes don’t move from my naked body as he pulls at his tie, leaving it open before pushing off his jacket and throwing it onto the bed. I lick my lips, my gaze hooded. “I would help, but I love watching you undress to fuck me.”

I curse myself for saying that since it only urges him to fall deeper for me. I should be pushing him away. We’ve been doing this little dance for about three months, and he’s getting attached. I only give him my body, but damn if it’s getting harder not to give him more. Alex’s lip quirks as he unfastens each button of his dark-blue dress shirt, his eyes roaming over my body like he is trying to figure out where he wants to kiss or touch me next. “And I love when you watch me, legs open, that pretty pussy on display, all glistening and dripping for me.”

I suppress a moan as he throws open his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, which are corded with muscle. His shoulders are wide, thick, and mouthwatering. Shoulders I love to hold on to as he pounds into me. On the side of his neck is a tattoo of a black snake that curves around the back, along his shoulders, before the head comes to a rest over his heart, with the tail ending on his bicep. I’ve never asked what it is about because I always forget when I read the script that trails down the length of the body.

Die with memories, not dreams.

I don’t know why that phrase does something to me, but it does.

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Pucks and Coffee (Knoxville Bears #2) Read Online Toni Aleo http://www.wownovels.com/pucks-and-coffee-knoxville-bears-2-read-online-toni-aleo Mon, 27 May 2024 20:58:32 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/pucks-and-coffee-knoxville-bears-2-read-online-toni-aleo Genre: Alpha Male, Sports Authors: Toni Aleo Series: Knoxville Bears Series by Toni Aleo
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)

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Eliza McDavid is done with dating. Every man she meets does nothing for her. After years of abuse, she knows she wants safety—but most of all, she wants love. Each of her sisters has her own passion, and Eliza thinks she’s found hers when she decides to open her own coffee bar. But she doesn’t have a clue how to run one. She knows someone who does, however, but he won’t give her the time of day.

Until he does.

Coleson Katz’s reputation is worse than the sludge shoveled off the ice between periods of a hockey game. He has made some bad personal choices, so when it’s time for him to be called up to the NHL, no one wants to give him a chance. He’s told that the only way to fix his reputation is by finding a wife, but he wants to do anything other than that. Who would want to marry a hockey player who is known for sleeping around?

But then he’s reminded that Eliza wants to learn how to operate a coffee shop. He owns one of those, has been running it his whole life. He proposes a trade. His coffee shop in exchange for a year of her life in a fake marriage to him.

Easy peasy.

Or so he thinks.

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CHAPTER 1

Coleson

“No one likes you.”

Wow. Well, that’s kind of fucked up. I’m a likable dude. I play hockey and make a damn good brew; I’m a winner in my book. I’m not entirely sure who the hell these people are who don’t like me, but in my opinion, fuck ’em. I bring in my brows, my face scrunching up, before I set El Davenport with a look that telegraphs exactly what I’m thinking.

“I mean, I think you’re great,” she adds with a nervous giggle. El is the social media manager for the Knoxville Bears, the American Hockey League team I play for. She’s savvy as all hell in all things social media. She has done a great job with the Bears’ accounts, along with the account for the arena we play in.

El knows what she’s doing, and she does it well.

Doesn’t mean I agree with her assessment of me, but I’m guessing the folder in front of her will explain why I’m so unlikable.

“Don’t hold back now, El. Hit me where it hurts.”

She grimaces before opening her folder. Her chestnut-colored hair is up in a big, messy bun, pieces falling around her face and in her blue eyes, while her dark glasses slide down her nose. She swallows hard and sits back on the barstool she’s occupying. I lean on the high-top, waiting, and I cup my jaw to keep my hands still. Nerves eat at my gut, and my chest is tight as I watch her. This is the last damn thing I want to do today.

Or any day, really.

When I tried out for the Knoxville Bears, I didn’t think I had a snowball’s chance in hell of making the team, but I did. Not only did I make the team, but the coach saw something in me that no one else did. Talent. Raw talent that could be molded. I have spent the last year working with the coaches and trainers, getting better each day. I never thought the NHL was in the cards for me. My parents didn’t care to support my dreams, and no one told me I could make that dream a reality. Not until I met Riggs McCoy, the coach for the Knoxville Bears.

He believes in me, which is good since I still feel like the NHL is unattainable.

“You’ve done great not sleeping with anything that wiggles its ass at you,” she says softly, as if she’s embarrassed for me. She doesn’t need to be. I’m not. So, I fucked around. I was a nobody before I got on the team.

Once word hit the town that I was playing for the Bears, everyone came out of the woodwork, thinking they could lock me down and make me their cash cow. Nope. Not happening. But I sure did enjoy myself. “The comments on posts of you, saying you’re a whore, have finally stopped.”

That was fun and was started by Tonya, a girl who tried to get me to knock her up. She went all out, poking holes in condoms and trying to get me drunk to get me to come inside her. It was interesting, and I learned quickly that, in general, these girls in Knoxville are no good. Neither are the ones in the surrounding towns. Hell, even here in Blitz. They are all thirsty as fuck. “I’m sure that’s making your life easier.”

She gives me a shy grin, and her eyes light up. “It is. I hate trying to explain to my peepaw why no one likes you.”

“But they still don’t?”

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Pucks and Books (Knoxville Bears #1) Read Online Toni Aleo http://www.wownovels.com/pucks-and-books-knoxville-bears-1-read-online-toni-aleo Sat, 30 Mar 2024 18:33:58 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/pucks-and-books-knoxville-bears-1-read-online-toni-aleo Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Toni Aleo Series: Knoxville Bears Series by Toni Aleo
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)

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A romance only book shop owner meets a hockey player that reads only romance. Louisa McDavid figures after escaping from the cult she grew up in, the universe owes her a happy ending. Her sisters are all safe, she owns her own business, and she doesn’t give a damn what anyone thinks of her. But as a woman in love with love, why has it been so hard for her to find one of the good ones?

Everything changes when Ciaran Carter basically steps out of the pages of one of Louisa’s beloved smutty books and into her romance-only bookstore. Tall, muscular, handsome, and he likes to read? He’s the perfect book boyfriend come to life. And he plays hockey? Bless. It doesn’t get any better.

Louisa and Ciaran strike sparks off each other from the moment they meet. He’s got big dreams, and she’s got big secrets. And together, they’ll set their little corner of Tennessee on fire.

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CHAPTER 1

Louisa

I swear the only man worth a damn is a fictional man.

I squint at the ceiling, trying to reason with myself for why I’m allowing the guy I swiped right on to motorboat my pussy. Yes, motor-fucking-boat my pussy. He blows raspberries as he shakes his head against my needy center. The sounds are not even a bit sexy and are completely turning me off.

I’d been so excited.

For once, his picture wasn’t a lie, and he was as attractive in person as he was in his photos. It was a relief since, lately, everyone I’ve been hooking up with has Photoshopped their photos or did that stupid turn-your-photo-into-a-cartoon shit. I love how no one is ever as they seem. It’s fucking infuriating, but Johnny…his photos were real, and when his golden-haired, bright-green-eyed, tall, sexy self walked through the door of my shop, I didn’t waste time pulling my panties off. He had me on my back in my bedroom within seconds, with my legs over his shoulders, holding my hips up to his mouth, giving me a head rush just how I wanted, and I knew it was going to be so good.

But I was so painfully wrong.

I wish I hadn’t been reading the new smutty monster novel I’d just gotten into my shop when my phone had dinged with a new match. I was too eager to swipe right, and the regret is so real right now. Let’s be honest, I should have known better. No real man has abilities like a dragon with two cocks, yet I figured one cock was better than none. Now, though, I realize I was very wrong and should have just stuck to my book and toy, rather than lying on my back, completely unsatisfied.

Every eight seconds or so, his nose does brush my clit, but then I am left with nothing and wondering what the hell he is doing. I don’t know who taught this dude how to eat pussy, but whoever it was truly did a disservice to anyone who swipes right on Johnny Rocket.

His name should be Johnny Dud.

“Do you want me to move my panties?”

He grunts against my swollen flesh, burying his face between my lower lips with renewed gusto. Within moments, I realize his gusto is bullshit. Just like he is. This is so disappointing. I clear my throat and look down to find him watching me, his brows furrowed, and he looks like he’s enjoying himself immensely. At least one of us is. “Can you add a finger inside me?”

He groans deeply as he moves his thumb into my opening. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

His praise thrills me, and my desire burns deep in my gut. Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. He moves his thumb in and out of me, but his fucking mouth is everywhere. Everywhere but where I want him. I lick my lips, arching off my bed. “Can you focus on my clit?”

I part my folds for him, exposing my clit, and his eyes darken more. He nods and sucks my clit into his mouth. I come off the bed as light explodes behind my closed eyes. I moan loudly, jerking up against his mouth, wanting more, needing more. Heat swirls deep in my gut, my toes start to curl into my sheets, and my whole body tingles. A slow, satisfied grin moves across my lips because, finally, I feel myself almost there. Okay, so he needed direction. I’m the eldest of five—I am great at giving direction, no big⁠—

Before I can even finish that thought, he goes still, groans loudly, jerks violently against my pussy, and then I feel the hot spray of his come on my back.

You’ve. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me.

I blink up at the ceiling as his orgasm rocks his body. He jerks, he groans, and then he gasps against my pussy. A pussy that isn’t even wet at this point.

“Wow. That was good, huh?”

I blink again as he lowers me to the bed. I rise to my elbows, meeting his spent gaze as frustration burns through me. “What was?”

He pauses, his gaze moving from satisfied to confused. “That.”

“Your orgasm? Are you going to finish me?”

His brows shoot up at my exclamation. “You didn’t come?”

I gawk at him. “I didn’t have a chance.”

“I’ve been down here for twenty minutes.”

“And couldn’t find my clit until I pointed it out to you!”

He looks uncomfortable, but he lowers his head. Before I can even settle in to hope for my release, he asks, “Well, how much longer?”

Yup, romance novels have officially ruined me, because no fictional man has ever asked how long it would take to make his lover come.

Monster or human.

God, real guys are worthless.

Eliza presses her lips together to keep her laughter in. I’m surprised she isn’t allowing herself to guffaw at my dismay. I’m sure it has to do with the fact that she knows I’m pissed. I haven’t come since we moved to Knoxville, except by my own hand or toy, and I’m starting to wonder if it’s my own damn fault. I spend hours reading about these sexy men and feral monsters and how they worship their female in and out of bed, and instead of finding anything like what I read, I find dudes who motorboat my pussy and come without even making sure I come first. And then have the audacity to ask me how long it will take me!

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