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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)

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As a star left-winger for the Pittsburgh Titans, Atlas Karolak thrives on the ice but keeps his personal life uncomplicated. That all changes when tragedy strikes, pushing him into an unlikely partnership that tests his patience, challenges his heart, and threatens to rewrite everything he thought he knew about love and family.

Playing professional hockey wasn’t just a dream, it was the only one that ever mattered. I’ve worked my whole life for this career, and now that I’m playing for the Pittsburgh Titans, I’m exactly where I want to be. My life feels complete.

Until the day it doesn’t.

Losing my best friend to cancer shatters me in ways I didn’t see coming. And as I’m trying to figure out how to say goodbye, I’m blindsided again—because he’s named me and Maddie St. James as joint guardians of his daughter.

Maddie and I… we’re not friends. We’re barely acquaintances. If I’m oil, she’s water, and we’ve never managed to mix without friction. But for the sake of a little girl who’s already lost too much, we need to find neutral ground and figure out how to co-parent.

Are we capable? I’d like to think so. Are we scared out of our minds? Without a doubt. Can we put our differences aside and work together? Honestly, it depends on the day. But when stress turns into stolen glances, which turn into nights we can’t take back, our partnership gets a whole lot more complicated.

Because what started as obligation is starting to feel a lot like forever

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PROLOGUE

Atlas

I stand outside Gray’s condo, knuckles hovering an inch from the door, but I don’t knock.

Not yet.

My heart is heavy, my hand clenched in a tight fist that could as easily punch the door as politely rap on it to announce my arrival. If I just stay here in the hallway long enough, maybe I won’t have to face what’s waiting inside.

I’ve been here many times before. Every time I played in Chicago, I stayed with Gray rather than at the team hotel. I couldn’t miss the opportunity to spend time with my closest friend.

This building’s nice, high-rise glass and steel, with a view of the lake if you’ve got the right corner, which he does not. Gray worked his ass off for it, although an accountant’s salary doesn’t get you much in the way of space these days. I remember relaxing on the balcony, reminiscing about the old days back in Buffalo. Distance may have separated us after we became adults, but we always stayed tight. Daily texts, weekly calls and in the summer, we always went somewhere together. Boys’ trips that involved adventure and way too much beer.

But that was all before… this.

Stage four lung cancer.

It doesn’t seem real, not when I say it in my head. Gray never smoked a day in his life, and still he’s the one whose body betrayed him. It’s not fucking fair and that’s really the reason I want to punch the door.

This is the guy who was always steady, always the responsible one, and now he’s fading from this earth.

I don’t have long to spend with him. The Titans play tonight against the Chicago Bobcats, and I’ve got to head to the arena in a few hours. I took a commercial flight here from Pittsburgh and I’ll reconnect with the team after tonight’s game for the rest of this road trip.

But I had to come. I couldn’t pass up this opportunity, not when Gray has been given a handful of weeks, maybe a month if he’s lucky. And just on the other side of this door, I’ll visit with him beside his hospice bed and try to put on a brave face.

I take a deep breath, flex my hand, then let it drop to my side. My stomach twists. I’m not ready to see how bad it’s gotten.

I picture him as a kid—us in Buffalo, sticks clattering on the pavement, pretending we were hockey stars while the streetlights buzzed overhead. Gray’s steady calm to my hot head. He was the one person I could count on when my parents flaked, when my dad missed another game or my mom shrugged me off with a “You’re tough, Atlas. You can handle it.”

Gray never said that. He just showed up. Always.

Which is why I can’t keep standing here like a coward.

I finally knock.

The door opens and I’m not surprised to come face-to-face with Maddie. Of course she’d be here. She’s the one caring for Gray until the end.

I already feel my jaw tighten, which happens whenever I’m in her presence.

Maddie St. James is petite, maybe five three tops, with a sharp blond bob that cuts at her jawline. Underneath, streaks of black peek through, deliberate and edgy. Her eyes are the kind of blue that catch you off guard—brilliant and intense. She bears a small silver stud in her nose. She’s striking, yeah. But she’s also prickly as hell, standing there with her arms crossed, expression flat like she’s already tired of me.

And the worst part? I don’t even know why she irritates me so much, but she does. The way she looks at me grates, like I’ve already failed some unspoken test.

She doesn’t greet me. Just steps back, silent, making space for me to come in.

“Where’s Grayce?” I ask, brushing past her, the silence too loud.

“Napping,” she says, clipped.

“And Gray?”

She tips her chin toward the bedroom down the hall. “See for yourself. He’s been waiting for you.”

I hesitate for a beat, then move down the hall. Maddie trails behind me, her presence a weight I don’t want but can’t shake.

The bedroom hits me like a punch.

It’s not Gray’s room anymore, it’s a hospital. The curtains are half-drawn and the smell of antiseptic hangs in the air. And in the middle of it all is Gray.

He’s in bed, wasted away. His face is gaunt, skin pale, cheekbones sharp where there used to be strength. His eyes are sunken but alert, his frame swallowed by the blankets. He looks fragile. And Gray was never fragile.

Maddie bustles around the bed, uttering a tut-tut sound that I distinctly remember my preschool teacher making when I spilled chocolate milk. “Gray, you promised you’d drink more,” she chides, taking a glass with water from beside the bed and handing it to him. Her voice is brisk—typical Maddie—but not unkind.

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Lucky (Pittsburgh Titans #18) Read Online Sawyer Bennett http://www.wownovels.com/lucky-pittsburgh-titans-18-read-online-sawyer-bennett Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:15:08 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/lucky-pittsburgh-titans-18-read-online-sawyer-bennett Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Sports Authors: Sawyer Bennett Series: Pittsburgh Titans Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)

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Matteo “Lucky” Branson has it all—an elite hockey career, a massive fanbase, and the kind of charm that trends effortlessly on TikTok. As the fun-loving left winger for the Pittsburgh Titans, he’s built a brand on superstition and swagger. But when a viral dating challenge puts him opposite a woman who couldn’t care less about his fame, Lucky’s about to learn the hard way that some games don’t follow the playbook.

They call me Lucky for a reason. My grandmother swears I was cursed at birth—yet somehow, I’ve been kissed by fate every day since. I’ve got my rabbit’s foot, a shamrock tattoo, and quirky rituals by the dozen—and it’s all worked so far. Life’s been smooth. Hockey, clout, fun... I’m skating through.

Until I meet Winifred Shaw. Winnie. She’s smart, bold, and laugh-out-loud funny, with a TikTok following that rivals mine and a dating challenge that’s going viral. The premise? Thirty days of dating to prove an average woman can still land a decent guy. I’m the first to accept the challenge—one night, one chance, and then she moves on. But the moment she rolls her eyes at me, I’m hooked.

She thinks I’m just another overhyped athlete with a pretty face and a lucky streak. But I see her—confident, curvy, electric—and I don’t just want a second date. I want every single one after that.

I’ve always trusted luck to get me where I need to be. But this time? I’m ready to fight for it

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CHAPTER 1

Lucky

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times—lighting is everything.

I angle my phone slightly toward the brass-framed mirror in the men’s room of Lux, a swanky Pittsburgh steakhouse that caters to professional athletes, hedge fund managers, and women in dresses that are practically sprayed on.

Not that I’m complaining.

I adjust my position slightly so viewers can better see my reflection from the side—my profile is always the best—and hit the record button.

“This is a get-ready-with-me for another night of being emotionally unavailable but devastatingly hot,” I say into the front-facing camera. I smooth a hand over my hair, tilt my head dramatically, and wink. “Step one—deodorant. But just on the left side. Gotta keep ’em guessing.”

I hit stop, throw a filter on it, and post it with the caption: “Still a better love story than my last situationship.”

Within seconds, comments start rolling in.

Fire emojis.

“Marry me.”

One user writes, “Daddy?” which, honestly, feels a little aggressive before appetizers.

And there’s always a critic. “Bet you’re a 10 until you open your mouth.”

I snort. Fair enough. People either love my egocentric posts or they hate ’em. But if you put yourself out there, you have to take the good with the bad. My true social media fans know that I can go over the top, but when it boils down to it, I’m really very charming.

At least, that’s what I keep telling myself, and I haven’t been sued yet.

I tuck my phone into my pocket and head back out to the private dining room where the guys are waiting. The energy in the room is easy, loud and a little reckless—the kind that always follows a win on the road or a week with too much travel. We’re home for a bit, and we’re celebrating like we mean it. A handful of times a month, the entire team—players only and no SO’s—get together to have a nice meal in an expensive restaurant.

Foster’s at the head of the table I’m sitting at, already halfway through a whiskey neat. North and King are arguing about whether the bartender is flirting with one of them or both, but both agree they really don’t care since their girls are perfect in every way. Rafferty’s shoving truffle fries into his mouth like he hasn’t seen food in days, and Atlas is hunched over his phone, grinning like a jackass.

“There he is,” Foster says when I slide into the empty seat beside him. “Took you long enough. What were you doing, filming another thirst trap?”

“Gotta keep the internet hydrated.” I gesture to my jaw. “I mean… have you really looked at this thing?”

“Your narcissism is getting out of control,” King says, shaking his head, but his lips twitch to reveal his amusement.

“That’s rich coming from a man who’s googled himself in front of me.”

“Once,” he grumbles.

Penn strolls in then, looking smug and suspiciously well sexed. He drops into a chair across from me and steals a fry from Rafferty, who grunts in protest.

“You’re late,” North says.

Penn shrugs. “Blame Mila. She—”

“Nope,” Foster cuts in, raising his glass. “Whatever you’re about to say, we don’t want it.”

We laugh. It’s good to see Penn like this—carefree, happy, in a relationship that clearly suits him. And more importantly, fitting in with a comfort level that I didn’t think possible from a man like him. I credit Mila with teaching him about loyalty and love. They’ve been dating for a little over a month and it’s been a game changer for my man.

We order our entrees, settle in, and somewhere between my steak tartare and Foster’s third drink, he taps his spoon against his highball glass lightly enough to quiet the guys at our table. “I bought the ring.”

I blink. “For Mazzy?”

“No, for the hot hostess,” he says. Then he grins. “Yeah, for Mazzy.”

Atlas slaps the table. “About fucking time.”

The congratulations roll out in a wave. Penn throws a crumpled napkin at him. King mimes a prayer. North raises his glass.

“Any plans for the proposal?” I ask. “I could film it for you.”

Foster rolls his eyes. “No thank you. I don’t want to end up a trending video.” He sips his drink. “Thinking something low-key but meaningful. I want her to be surprised.”

“Fake a fight,” Rafferty offers. “Then drop to your knee mid-argument.”

“Romantic,” I reply sarcastically. “May I suggest—Mazzy, even though I’m wrong about everything, will you marry me anyway?”

Foster guffaws. “You joke, but that will probably induce a yes.”

“Is Bowie Jane in on this?” North asks. That’s Foster’s irrepressibly adorable daughter, who he has full custody of. Mazzy started out as her nanny and then, well… they became a cliché.

“I haven’t shown her the ring because she can’t keep a secret to save her life. But she’s been begging me to propose to Mazzy for months. I’ll bring her in on the proposal, but it will be a last-minute thing.”

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Penn (Pittsburgh Titans #17) Read Online Sawyer Bennett http://www.wownovels.com/penn-pittsburgh-titans-17-read-online-sawyer-bennett Tue, 05 Aug 2025 19:56:17 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/penn-pittsburgh-titans-17-read-online-sawyer-bennett Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Sawyer Bennett Series: Pittsburgh Titans Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)

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Penn Navarro is the best player in the league—unstoppable on the ice, untouchable off it. But the moment the game ends, so do the celebrations. Because no amount of goals, no number of wins, can silence the demons that haunt him.

Hockey is my life. It’s what I was born to do. That’s not ego talking, just fact—I’ve spent years honing my skills, earning my place among the elite. But talent doesn’t erase my mistakes, and no amount of success will make me forget the damage I’ve done. It’s why I keep my distance from my teammates, because if you never let anyone in, you’ll never get hurt. Or those are the lies that I tell myself.

Mila Brennan represents the darkest parts of my history. She’s a ghost I’ve tried to bury, the reminder of everything I’ve lost. When she shows up in Pittsburgh looking for me, I know nothing good will come of it, because our sins don’t stay forgotten. They fester, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and Mila’s arrival means my time is up.

The past isn’t just knocking at my door—it’s kicking it down, crumbling all the walls I’ve built around myself in the process. And when the danger comes for us both, I’m forced to do the one thing I swore I never would. Let her in

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CHAPTER 1

Penn

The roar of the Titans’ crowd is just a memory as I pull into my neighborhood, the quiet hum of my sports car a far different sound than the thunderous arena I just left. Another home win, another solid performance. It should feel good, and for a while, it did. I relished the brief celebration at center ice when the last buzzer sounded, about the only time I truly bonded with my teammates.

But then it was over and I moved on, aiming to get through another day.

I roll my shoulders as I drive, working out the tension from the game. I played well tonight, which is admittedly harder than usual. It’s been a struggle keeping my head in the game lately, playing with the same cool composure I’m known for. I hate that I’ve let myself get rattled by things that should’ve been left in the past, by memories I’ve tried to bury.

And by that goddamn teddy bear last week with the card that read I remember. Do you?

Of course, I remember. There’s not a fucking day that goes by that those awful memories don’t trickle into my brain, taking over and running rampant. Sometimes, I think I might be going crazy, but then other times—like when I’m on the ice—I can let it all go. I suppose if I could play hockey twenty-four seven, I wouldn’t be so tortured, but that’s an obvious impossibility.

My driveway appears, flanked by two massive stone columns and arched steel gates, locked tight for security. I force myself to loosen the grip on my steering wheel as I come to a stop beside the electronic lock pad. My house looms in the distance, cutting through the dark thanks to the multitude of lights placed strategically around the base and in bushes. It’s done for aesthetic purposes, but it’s also a safety measure.

I haven’t invited any of my teammates over since I moved to Pittsburgh, and I wonder if they’d think it’s beautiful or that I’m overly paranoid. A suburban fortress—high walls, a locked gate, a security system that would make any billionaire proud.

Ultimately moot since I have no desire to share any part of me with them.

I roll down my window and punch the code into the electronic keypad, the security cameras blinking their silent watch. The gates swing open and I guide my car along the curved driveway, the tires whispering against the pristine pavement. My home is enormous, coming in at almost ten thousand square feet, multi-leveled and outfitted with every luxury imaginable. It’s what any wealthy professional athlete would aspire to, yet it feels like nothing more than a place to exist. The only person I ever wanted to share it with—my dad—is gone. He never got to see the peak of my success, which is a travesty because I only became as good as I am to make him proud.

The left wing of the house has a five-car garage, and I pull into the far right stall, closest to the interior entrance. The second holds my Mercedes G-Wagon, but the other three are empty. Although I could fill each bay with a high-end car, two is more than enough and some would say one more than I actually need.

I kill the engine, letting silence settle around me as I step out. The overhead lighting casts long shadows, bouncing off the sleek hood of my car. A McLaren, because why not? And the G-Wagon? I paid cash for it. My contract with the Titans is lucrative, and I’ve got nothing else to spend the money on. No family, no social life, no extravagant hobbies—just a massive house, ridiculous cars, and a career that’s the only thing keeping me sane.

I head inside, passing through the mudroom into the cavernous kitchen. Stainless steel appliances, marble countertops, floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of nothing but darkness at this hour. I pull a beer from the fridge, pop the top, and take a long swig.

Congrats on a good game, Penn.

The den is my sanctuary, dark and minimalist, the large flat-screen mounted above the fireplace already tuned to ESPN. I sink into the couch, flipping to the post-game highlights, brew in hand. The ESPN anchor drones on about our win, about our offensive pressure and airtight defense, but I’m not really listening—not until I see myself on the screen.

And I fall back into the memory of a near perfect play tonight as the TV commentator drones on.

There I am, flying down the ice, legs burning but adrenaline fueling every stride. The Demons’ defense is scrambling, trying to get into position, but I see the gap before they do. Stone is charging up the left wing, Boone streaking down the right. Bain and King are holding the blue line, ready to pinch if needed, but this is mine.

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North (Pittsburgh Titans #16) Read Online Sawyer Bennett http://www.wownovels.com/north-pittsburgh-titans-16-read-online-sawyer-bennett Thu, 01 May 2025 18:18:29 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/north-pittsburgh-titans-16-read-online-sawyer-bennett Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Sawyer Bennett Series: Pittsburgh Titans Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)

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New to the Pittsburgh Titans but no stranger to relentless ambition, North Paquette knows exactly how to put in the work to ensure the win. But this time, the stakes are personal because the game isn’t just on the ice.

Life as a member of the Pittsburgh Titans is pretty freaking fantastic. I live in one of the best cities around, get paid to play the game I love and enjoy all the perks of being a professional hockey player. While many of those perks are because of who I am, one in particular is because of who I know.

Farren Abrams wasn’t on my radar until she came to town to visit her brother Rafferty. She’s smart, sarcastic, sexy as hell and can talk hockey like a pro. So when a night out with the team became a drunken hookup with Farren, there were zero complaints from yours truly. We had our fun and then she went back home—no harm, no foul. Now she’s moved to Pittsburgh permanently and while she’s still looking for some fun, I’m starting to look for more.

The more time I spend with Farren the more I like her, but to say she’s relationship averse is an understatement. Something in her past has caused her to head for the hills whenever someone gets too close, but she shuts down whenever I push for details. When she rejects my attempts to take this thing to the next level, I’m forced to seek help from none other than Rafferty, who has no idea I’m banging his little sister. With his assistance, I set out to do the one thing none of those chumps in Farren’s past have taken the time to do—help her face her demons and give her something worth staying for

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CHAPTER 1

Farren

The bus ride from Calgary to Pittsburgh was as miserable as I expected—sticky seats, crying babies, and the pungent scent of despair mixed with stale coffee. I should have flown, but my budget is limited and the bus was the more frugal option. None of that matters, though, because Calgary is far behind me and new adventure awaits.

The moment I stepped off the bus and inhaled the crisp December air, I knew I’d made the right decision. I need a fresh start, and where better than in Pittsburgh, with Rafferty, who will have to love me no matter what?

My two suitcases and carry-on are unwieldy as I drag them down the hall to Rafferty’s door. His condo building is sleek and modern, all polished steel and glass—so much like my big brother. He’s always been the one with his act together, while I’ve been the firecracker, lighting up and fizzling out just as fast.

I’d like to say things might be different with this fresh start, but it’s highly unlikely. New city and big adventure—still the same old Farren, and the bigger portion of me is just fine with that. I don’t need anything new… just different.

I press the buzzer and wait, bouncing on my heels with nervous energy. When the door finally swings open, Rafferty’s eyes widen in shock before narrowing suspiciously. His broad frame fills the doorway, reminding me just how much space my brother can take up, both physically and with his protective presence. Rafferty isn’t just my brother—he’s a defenseman for the Pittsburgh Titans, having joined the team back in September from the Edmonton Grizzlies. He’s been making waves ever since, known for his bone-crunching hits and no-nonsense style of play.

At six six with a broad chest and shoulders that span almost the entire doorway, Rafferty is imposing even without his gear on. But it’s his face that my eyes roam over as I take him in. High cheekbones and full lips that match my own, our biggest difference being that he’s clearly had his nose broken before and I haven’t. I’m almost twenty-four and he’s three years older, but we’re often asked if we’re twins, we look so much alike. His radiant blue eyes study me critically and though I’ve teased him endlessly about his perpetually serious expression, those eyes have always held love and loyalty when staring back at me.

A faint scar above his eyebrow and another on his chin add to his ruggedness, a reminder of the physical toll hockey takes, but they only make him more striking. He’s the picture of a protective sibling and a professional athlete rolled into one, and right now, he’s looking at me like I’ve shown up to crash his well-ordered life.

“Surprise,” I chirp, throwing my arms wide.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he growls, even as he jerks me into an all-encompassing embrace before lifting me up and twirling me around. His tone is gruff, but the squeeze he gives me says everything—he’s happy to see me, even if he’s about to give me hell. “No, seriously… what in the fuck are you doing here?”

I grin up at him. “Does a little sister need a reason to visit her most awesome big brother?”

He arches a skeptical brow as I slide past him, thumbing back at my luggage. “Grab my bags.”

“How long are you planning on staying? An eternity?” He places my suitcases at the edge of the short hallway that leads to the guest rooms.

“Maybe.” I strut into his kitchen like I own the place, grabbing a beer and cracking it open. I’ve been here twice before and know that the garbage can slides out from a cabinet drawer to the left of his sink where I toss the bottle cap.

“Did you fly in?” he asks. “I could’ve sent a car to pick you up if you’d told me you were coming.”

I settle down on an island stool, one foot planted on the floor and the other casually swinging. “Took the bus. It was a last-minute decision. I just… needed a change of scenery.”

My gaze drops down to the bottle, hoping I sound breezy enough to satisfy him and hoping he doesn’t get overly nosy. I take a sip of beer, looking around the kitchen to avoid his gaze.

“What’s going on?” he asks, and there’s no hiding the suspicion in his voice.

I meet his gaze and hold it. “Nothing’s going on.”

“You left Calgary? Just like that? What about your job?”

Crap. He’s getting nosy and I lighten my voice, radiating a confident smile. “Oh, that.” I wave my hand. “I quit. Things with Derek got messy, and I couldn’t stand being around him anymore.”

It’s vague and nowhere near the truth. I broke up with Derek this summer and never bothered to tell my parents or my brother because I didn’t want to get another lecture on my impulsivity and unwillingness to stick with something. It was just easier letting them believe things were fine in my life.

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Rafferty (Pittsburgh Titans #15) Read Online Sawyer Bennett http://www.wownovels.com/rafferty-pittsburgh-titans-15-read-online-sawyer-bennett Sun, 02 Feb 2025 19:15:14 +0000 https://www.wownovels.com/rafferty-pittsburgh-titans-15-read-online-sawyer-bennett Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Sawyer Bennett Series: Pittsburgh Titans Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)

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Rafferty Abrams has been having the time of his life since joining the Pittsburgh Titans, but a poorly thought out one-night stand is about to cause unwanted drama with potentially serious repercussions.

As a member of the Pittsburgh Titans, I’m afforded a certain level of leniency in my behavior. The perks of being a celebrity, I suppose. But a run-in with my “one-night stand turned borderline stalker” has me crossing all sorts of lines with a beautiful but unsuspecting grocery store employee. When I surprise the complete stranger with a giant kiss and quiet plea to help a guy out, she not only plays along but gets my blood racing like I’ve never experienced before. Score one for Rafferty Abrams.

Temperence Martin isn’t just the stunning girl in the international foods aisle. Tempe is also a devoted daughter taking a break from college to help her mother as she heals from a serious accident. That includes making sure her younger brother stays on track with school and keeping everything running at home. To say she’s burning the candle at both ends is an understatement, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t see the spark in her eyes after our spontaneous make out session. That’s exactly what has me coming back for more, even if I use that pesky stalker as my excuse.

As we get to know one another, I realize a fake relationship just isn’t going to work. I want something other than a ruse, something real, and lucky for me, so does Tempe. But when my mistake of a hookup starts telling lies in retaliation for my alleged betrayal, things get messy. For me and for Tempe, who has found herself embroiled in a love triangle that doesn’t even exist. I can only hope Tempe isn’t scared away by the baggage I unintentionally brought to our relationship because the truth is, I saw my happily ever after with her the first time our lips met.

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CHAPTER 1

Rafferty

I’m yanking off my sweat-soaked jersey, reveling in the shakiness in my legs that tells me I worked my ass off. Practice today was a beast, and Coach wasn’t pulling any punches, especially after our too-close-for-comfort win over the Nashville Badgers. My muscles ache and I’m starving, again more signs of giving a hundred and ten percent to my team.

The locker room is alive with chatter, as it usually is. This group has developed such a camaraderie over the last two years since the original team was lost to a plane crash. Even though this is my first season with the Titans, I’ve become so immersed in the brotherhood of these men who share the ice with me, I can’t really imagine playing anywhere else ever again.

The low rumble of voices mixes with bursts of laughter—guys unwinding after being put through the wringer and happy like me to have had another successful practice. Everything is coming together for us this season and this team is the talk of the hockey world. I imagine the odds in Vegas are heavily in our favor of winning the championship at our current trajectory, but none of us look at stuff like that. Every day we put forth every bit of blood, sweat and tears to make ourselves the best hockey team we can be.

I lean back against my locker, towel draped over my head, trying to catch my breath. Atlas Karolak, our second-line left-winger, is recounting a moment from last night’s game.

“Seriously, man, you should’ve seen your face!” Atlas cackles, punching North lightly on the shoulder. North Paquette is his line mate and right-winger. “Thought you were about to take that puck to your grill.”

North rolls his eyes, grinning. “Yeah, right, as if I’d let that happen. My mom always said I had a face for cameras, not stitches.”

I chuckle, sliding the towel off my head and joining in the banter. “Better keep that pretty smile intact. We can’t all rock the rugged look like I do.”

Foster chimes in, nodding toward me. “Raff here doesn’t need any more scars. Aren’t a couple of them from your junior league fights?”

“Guilty as charged,” I admit, running a hand over a faint scar above my eyebrow—a memento from a fight that earned me more than just a few stitches but a story worth telling.

The laughter grows as we continue to rib each other, the camaraderie a stark contrast to the intensity on the ice. It’s moments like these that I remind myself why I love this sport, why I push through every punishing practice and game. It’s not just about the thrill of competition; it’s about these guys, this brotherhood.

After an ice bath for a sore knee and a shower, I pack up my gear slowly, not particularly eager to head out just yet. I love the atmosphere of this place and would just as soon be here than at my condo.

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King (Pittsburgh Titans #14) Read Online Sawyer Bennett http://www.wownovels.com/king-pittsburgh-titans-14-read-online-sawyer-bennett Mon, 23 Sep 2024 09:23:33 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/king-pittsburgh-titans-14-read-online-sawyer-bennett Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Sawyer Bennett Series: Pittsburgh Titans Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Jack Kingston is new to the Titans, but certainly not new to the game of hockey. So when he's at the rink getting in some extra practice time and notices a peewee hockey coach struggling, he can't help but offer his expertise. The fact that she's gorgeous is just an added bonus. Will she be open to his offer to assist or will she skate circles around this hockey hunk's heart?

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CHAPTER 1

King

The dense urban environment suits me and I’m armed to the teeth, ready for action. The battlefield is my home.

“All right, let’s do this,” I mutter to myself, my eyes narrowing with focus.

I take off at a sprint through the city, along abandoned sidewalks and quiet alleyways. The adrenaline is pumping and as I round a corner, enemy combatants come into view. I duck behind a rusty car, but I’m spotted… bullets ping off the metal of the abandoned ’67 Chevy Impala.

The sound resonating through my headset makes my pulse skip a beat, only adding to the game’s authenticity.

“Gotcha,” I whisper, peeking out and aiming. The adaptive triggers on the controller resist slightly as I squeeze them, adding to the realism. I fire off a few rounds, taking down two enemies with quick headshots. The tactile feedback from the controller makes each shot feel shockingly real.

I glance around my living room for a split second, falling out of the fantasy as I take in the condo I moved into just a few months ago after being traded to the Pittsburgh Titans from the Houston Jam. My mom and sister spent a week here at the end of the summer helping me furnish and decorate the place. When I was in Houston, I rented an apartment and had two roommates. Now I have my own place and sometimes it’s surreal, even though I’ve been a professional hockey player for a little over three years.

As my mom reassured me, “You’re twenty-five now, Jack. It’s time you owned your own place.”

The sleek media console under the TV holds my gaming setup, my PS5 and VR headset neatly arranged. The framed photos of my family and teammates on the shelves remind me of the real world, even as I lose myself in the game.

An explosion rocks my virtual world, and the controller shakes violently. I hurry my character to cover, dodging debris. My heart races as I plan my next move.

I hear footsteps approaching from behind. Swiveling around, I spot an enemy sneaking up. I switch to my secondary weapon, a shotgun, and fire. The fool goes down with a loud blast, the sound echoing through the living room.

“Not today,” I say, grinning. I push forward, sprinting across an open courtyard, but before I can take on the next wave of enemies, my phone pings.

I pause the game and toss the controller onto the cushion beside me. Nabbing my phone from the glass coffee table, I lean back into the comfy, deep navy velvet sectional sofa that my younger sister, Jenny, said I just had to have.

It’s a text from my older brother, Mike. Dude… how are the knuckles this morning?

Grinning, I flex my right hand. During last night’s game, it connected three times in a row with the jaw of Andre Zelba, one of the first-line defensemen on the Boston Eagles. He had the temerity to take a swipe at my center, Penn Navarro, with his stick and that can’t go unpunished.

Mike’s text is within our Kingston family group chat and before I can answer, Jenny pipes in: You were an absolute hero last night.

My younger brother, Lucas, chimes in. At only eighteen and in his senior year of high school, he has the benefit of being the baby of the family and is the biggest smart-ass of us all. Hero? Ha! He slipped and fell before he could finish the guy off. Butter skates!

Snickering, I manage to get three words typed before my mom sounds off. Mary Kingston is the typical worrier. Seriously, Jack… how is the hand? Did the team doctor look at it?

My dad is fast on the draw. He’s fine. Aren’t you?

Jenny comes to my defense in a wholly unrelated matter. He likes to be called King, not Jack.

That is true. That’s been my nickname for as long as I can remember and while my mom calls me King ninety-nine percent of the time, sometimes she slips when she’s in worried-mom mode.

I finally fire off a response. All good, Mom. Just a little bruised. The other guy looks worse, I promise.

Lucas shoots off a GIF of Robert Downey Jr. rolling his eyes and then types, Can I get your autograph?

I’ll sign your forehead next time I see you, twerp, I reply. Any response is overshadowed by my phone alarm going off.

I shoot a quick text. Nice jabbering with you weirdos but I gotta get to work.

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When Foster McInnis’ ex-wife flakes and he finds himself with full custody of his daughter, the nanny he hires brings a new complication—an attraction he can’t ignore, no matter how hard he tries.

I love being on the ice and am grateful for my hockey career, but the off season is my favorite time of the year because it brings me my one true love—my daughter, Bowie Jane. Between my job and my ex-wife living across the country, the time I get to spend face-to-face with my kiddo is limited, though we make up for it with summers full of fun adventures. We’re thick as thieves and take full advantage of our time together, but the distance away from her is killing me.

My fortunes change when my ex walks away and I find myself with full custody. But with the hockey season looming, I know I’m going to need help taking care of Bowie Jane. Enter Mary Elizabeth Archer—otherwise known as Mazzy. Highly recommended to me through the Titans’ network, Mazzy crashes into our life like a hurricane. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met and to say I’m intrigued is an understatement. But no matter how attractive she is, no matter how I crave to know everything about her, I can’t go there. It’s inappropriate. Just wrong, wrong, wrong, even though she might be the most right thing I’ve ever known.

Being the indescribable force she is, there is soon no corner of our lives that Mazzy hasn’t impacted in a positive way. And my desire for more with her becomes far stronger than my misguided idea that I could ever resist this woman. Our attraction burns hot and keeping our eyes, hands and mouths off one another gets harder by the minute. It doesn’t take long for me to know that I’m all in with Mazzy. She’s my end game and, lucky for me, winning is my specialty.

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Foster

Glancing in the rearview mirror, I adjust in my seat so I can see Bowie Jane in the back. She’s slumped sideways, head against the window and her mouth slightly parted as she slumbers. Her long dark hair is in two braids with loose pieces pressed against what had been, not too long ago, a hot and sweaty face.

My daughter.

My reason for existing.

Having just turned ten years old, she looks so much younger when she’s sleeping like this.

She’s out cold, so I turn up the music a little and bop my head along to Taylor Swift, knowing it won’t wake her. A full day at Idlewild—an amusement park here in Pittsburgh—has her down for the count. Hell, my grown ass is exhausted from the heat of the day, the spinning rides and roller coasters, and keeping pace with my kid.

I glance back again at her, a smile coming to my face, but I can’t ignore the heaviness in my heart. We’re leaving in four days to take her back to her mom in California. My summer with my little angel is rapidly coming to an end as she’ll be starting school next week.

And what a summer it’s been.

I flew out to California to get her the day after our team—the Pittsburgh Titans—lost our bid for the championship in the second round. Yeah, I was bitter and broken up about the loss but when the wheels touched down in San Francisco, I put it out of my mind. The season was over and my summer with Bowie Jane was starting. I spent a few weeks in the Bay Area until she finished school, then we were on a plane and back in Pittsburgh for a full three months of daddy-daughter goodness.

Divorced from her mother, Sandra, for the last two years, it’s been an adjustment, to say the least. At first, it was managing shared custody and my hectic career as a second-line center for the San Francisco Bay Brawlers. Those first six months were all about eking out every bit of spare time I could to spend with Bowie Jane on my days in San Francisco to help ease the pain and heartbreak of her parents divorcing. Then I came to Pittsburgh to join the newly reformed Titans after their original team died in a plane crash and my world turned upside down.

Getting traded is always on the table in professional sports but I wasn’t prepared for how hard it would be moving across the country from my daughter. At least in San Francisco, I had proximity to Bowie Jane and she was with me as much as possible. Sandra and I had agreed on fifty-fifty split custody, but it didn’t always work out that way. Even when I wasn’t on the road, the nights I had home games meant she was with my ex instead of me.

Still… I got to see her every week for at least a few days and while I never thought it was enough back then, in hindsight, I realize it was such a luxury.

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Callum Derringer was hired by the Pittsburgh Titans to help rebuild the organization after a devastating plane crash left its future unknown. Now that he’s got the team back on track, it’s time to put some effort into his own life.

When I accepted the job of general manager with the Titans, it was just the opportunity I needed to prove myself to the sports world. Unfortunately, my career isn’t the only area in which I’ve previously made mistakes and the past is about to come back in a big way.

Juniper Ryan is…complicated. Smart, funny and insanely gorgeous, she was my first love and my first heartbreak. But my loss was my stepbrother’s gain and she’s been his wife for five years now. I’ve done a decent job of putting her out of my mind but when I’m brought home for a family emergency and see the bruises on Juniper, I’m gutted to learn that she was pushed into the arms of a monster.

Vowing to put our past aside, I learn dark truths about my brother and his marriage to my first love. And to make matters worse, I’m beginning to realize the feelings I once had for Juniper aren’t tucked quite as far away as I had hoped.

When things take a dangerous turn, I’m willing to put myself in the line of fire to keep my girl safe. I was a fool to walk away from Juniper the first time and I’m a man who knows better than to make the same mistake twice

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CHAPTER 1

Callum

Kicking my feet up on the desk, I lean back in my chair and tuck my hands behind my head. The Pittsburgh skyline is displayed before me, still glorious despite the gray skies and misting summer rain.

The Dallas Mustangs won the Cup last night in a hard-fought, seven-game battle against the Florida Spartans. All the Titans got together to watch it at Brienne’s house. It wasn’t exactly a somber affair, but it wasn’t a rousing party either. Just a slightly bittersweet team gathering to say a final goodbye to the season before everyone disperses for much-needed vacations and time off.

That doesn’t apply to me, though. Being the general manager is a full-time job with very little downtime.

“Danny,” I say, angling my head toward the phone on my desk so that the speakerphone picks me up clearly. “I don’t have room under the cap. If I had it, you know I’d be interested.”

I listen patiently as Danny Sorbino goes over the stats for the player he represents. He’s a good agent, savvy and keyed in on the specific talents any given team might be seeking. I could cut him off because I’m truly not interested. If I’m going to dent the padding on the money I have to spend on good players, it’s going to be for someone whose plus-minus isn’t so erratic in the second half of the season.

When he’s finished, I give him validation. “You present a compelling case. As always, you know your men inside out.” Then I let him down. “But I’m going to pass.”

Danny’s a professional and I’ve known him a long time. Not but fifteen years ago, we were working at the same sports agency. I went on to do some scouting, but he never left the world of representation. “I appreciate you taking the time to listen, Callum.”

“You bet. Next time you’re in Pittsburgh, let’s grab drinks.”

“Yeah, sure,” he says, and then catches me completely off guard when he says, “The Vipers are showing interest in Highsmith.”

Danny represents one of our best players, Coen Highsmith, and his contract ended after our playoff run was squashed. We haven’t entered into renewal talks yet, but in the next few weeks, I’ll be gearing up for this. Much of that salary cap I had just harped on is reserved for players like Coen.

“I’m not worried the Vipers can offer more than we can,” I say smoothly.

“Maybe not, but it’s not going to be just about money to him… more’s the pity.” That’s a true sentiment coming from someone who operates on commission.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“His wife’s being courted to be the artist in residence at a gallery in Manhattan.”

That gets my attention and I swing my feet off my desk. It’s the off-season and while business never stops for the Titans, it’s a Saturday and hardly anyone is here. I wore a pair of shorts and a polo shirt today, the casual flip-flops I’d slipped on slapping on the hardwood flooring of my luxurious corner office.

“Highsmith wants a trade to New York?” I ask as I grab my phone from my desk, disconnect the speaker through which I’d been talking and bring it to my ear.

“He’s asked me to put feelers out,” Danny says.

Fuck. I scrub my hand through my hair, which is in desperate need of a trim. Since the playoffs ended, I’ve been in semi-vacation mode, even though I’m still working my ass off for this team.

If Coen is the one pushing a move, the price to keep him just got immensely steeper. Add on that he’s doing this for Tillie and I’m already figuring out that no amount of money will prevent him from giving his wife what she wants. Coen Highsmith was the reigning douchebag of this team a little over a year ago, but he’s a changed man through and through with Tillie by his side. He’d give up hockey for her if she asked, but she won’t.

Hell… maybe she won’t be interested in this artist gig. She’s a Pennsylvania girl. She has deep ties to this area by birth and still has a business back in Coudersport.

A beeping interrupts and I pull the phone back to check who’s calling. I frown to see Joshua’s name. Without a second thought, I send it to voicemail because he’s the last person on this planet I want to talk to.

Besides, I need to do something more important. I need to talk to Coen, but first I think I’ll call our head coach, Cannon West. Coen is a key player on our first line. If we lose him, we’re going to have to change a lot of things and I need to know if we’re truly pigeonholed here. West will be able to answer that.

“Listen… I’ve got some things to take care of,” I say casually, as if this most recent news hasn’t rattled me. “If the Vipers make a play, give me a heads-up, okay?”

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Boone Rivers uses his fame and fortune as a professional hockey player to his advantage, but not in the way most people would think. Volunteering as often as his busy schedule will allow, Boone meets one brave young boy who turns his world upside down.

As a first-line right winger for the Pittsburgh Titans, I thrive on the thrill of the game. I live for the smell of the ice, the cheer of the crowd and the way my heart pounds whenever I step into the arena. But once I’m out of my skates, my focus is on giving back to the city of Pittsburgh.

It’s funny how life puts people in your path. I meet Aiden while visiting the children’s hospital and I’m struck by the strength and resilience of this 12-year-old kid fighting for his life. As my visits continue, we bond over video games and hockey until one day Aiden’s older sister walks into his room and I realize there might be a bigger purpose here.

Lilly Hoffman has the weight of the world resting on her slight shoulders. Aiden’s illness isn’t getting better, she’s at risk of losing her job and their father is looking for the answers to his prayers at the bottom of a liquor bottle. I find myself wanting to lessen Lilly’s burden and what starts as a simple act of friendship turns into so much more. As we grow closer, I can’t help but fall for this fiercely protective and independent woman with a tender heart and bruised but not yet broken spirit.

As we face a future of never-ending uncertainty, I vow to be Lilly’s source of strength and comfort. Lilly and Aiden have reaffirmed to me the importance of giving and receiving love unconditionally, even in the darkest of times. And no matter what happens next, no one can take that from us.

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CHAPTER 1

Boone

Studying the grid of yellow and red pegs, I focus on a decidedly barren area. Leveling a confident smirk across the top of my game board I say, “D-6.”

I whistle—my missile firing from my destroyer to sail over to Aiden’s side, where he should take over the sound effects and give me a definitive explosion.

Instead, he grins. “That’s a miss.”

“What the hell?” I mutter, plugging the D-6 hole with a yellow peg. I glance up at him suspiciously. “You do have all your ships on the board, right?”

Aiden rolls his eyes, something only an eleven-year-old can do with utter perfection. “Don’t try to put this on me just because you suck at this game.”

“Whatever,” I say with a wave of my hand. “Make your move, dude.”

“J-2.” I don’t have to look at his face to know he knows it’s a hit. I can hear it in his smug tone.

Aiden emits the whistling sound of his missile and arcs his hand up and over the board, mimicking its theoretical flight path. I scowl as I make a less-than-effusive bombing noise. “Direct hit,” I grouse.

Pumping his fist, Aiden exclaims, “Yes!”

“You must be psychic or something.”

“I just have good deductive reasoning,” he replies with a shrug and then glances at the clock. “For example, a nurse should be rolling in anytime now to hang a new bag.”

And as if Aiden knew she was standing right outside his hospital room door, said nurse walks in. A cheery, middle-aged woman with burgundy-tinted hair that she wears cut super short glances at the board, then to me, then to Aiden. “How bad are you kicking his butt today?”

“Bad,” Aiden says.

“I think he’s a cheater, Lori.” Yes, I know her name is Lori, just as I know she’s been a nurse for twenty-two years and she’s married with three adopted children.

Hang out in the children’s hospital enough, you get to know people, and Lori is one of the regular pediatric oncology nurses.

“Not my sweet Aiden,” she croons as she works to change out a bag of some IV medication. He’s on a lot of different ones.

Aiden has acute lymphoblastic leukemia.

More specifically, secondary refractory leukemia.

I’ve learned some stuff about this kid and his incredibly long journey battling this disease. Diagnosed at five, he underwent induction therapy for a month, which was a combination of chemotherapy drugs designed to kill as many of the leukemia cells as possible in the blood and bone marrow. After that he had consolidation therapy, which was higher doses of drugs over a few months designed to kill remaining cells that couldn’t be seen on tests. After that, over two years of maintenance chemotherapy to kill anything that survived the first two phases and to keep it from coming back.

By age eight, he was deemed cancer-free and living his best life.

At age eleven, it returned. I first met Aiden at the beginning of March when he entered the hospital for another round of chemotherapy to attempt to put him back in remission. Unfortunately, he didn’t respond to treatment the way he had before and it was determined his best chance was an allogeneic bone marrow transplant.

That was completed three weeks ago and I haven’t been able to see him until this week as he was at an increased risk of infection, thus his visitors were limited. Even today, I still have to wear a gown, gloves and mask to sit in the room with him and that’s because in addition to killing the cancer, the chemotherapy kills his red and white blood cells. He needs those—particularly the white—to fight infections. It makes his situation very precarious since he’s highly susceptible to many types of complications, which means he’s going to be in the hospital a while. This isn’t a treatment you can recover from at home.

Now it’s a waiting game to see if his bone marrow recovers, his blood cells reform and the leukemia has been eradicated.

“Your dad not here yet?” Lori asks Aiden.

I glance at my watch. Steven Hoffman is usually here during the days with his son and I’ve met him a few times. Nice guy who’s quite jovial, despite the sad nature of what his boy is going through. He’s always quick with jokes and never fails to make his son laugh.

Aiden glances at the clock and frowns. “I don’t know where he is. He’s usually here by now.”

“I don’t have any major plans today,” I say, studying my battleship grid for my next move. “I’ll hang until he gets here.”

I peek up at Aiden and see the relief on his face. He’s still mostly bald from the intensive round of chemo he got before the transplant but I notice a light coat of peach-like fuzz starting to come in. For some reason, that signifies hope to me even though I’m not sure it means much.

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Van Turner found fame as part of the Carolina Cold Fury, helping the team bring home a championship. He also found love and married his teammate’s little sister, eventually retiring from the game to enjoy a quiet life in the verdant hills of Vermont. Now, Van’s dark past threatens to unravel his future.
I never once regretted my decision to walk away from hockey. I attained what so few in the league are able and retired at the top of my game. Besides, I had the ultimate prize by my side—my gorgeous wife, Simone. We settled into married life in Vermont and were ready to expand our family when I was blindsided by my sociopath of a parent, this time from the grave.
Before dying from cancer while in prison, my serial killer father left his private diaries to a journalist. From that one bequest came a tell-all biography detailing his deranged crimes along with a litany of lies meant to ruin my life. Knowing first-hand the horrors of growing up the product of a monster, I know there is no way I can bring a child into this drama. I refuse to allow my kid to suffer the taunting and harassment I did, so I do the only thing I can think of—I walk away from Simone and our beautiful life together. With the knowledge that she will be safe from the publicity of my shameful past and able to find a love she deserves, I return to hockey, joining the Pittsburgh Titans.
The long hours on the ice are the only thing that will even remotely keep my mind off everything I’ve left behind and I know that I’ve given Simone her best chance at happiness. But I’m clearly a man who doesn’t learn from the past and I should have known better than to underestimate my wife. The woman doesn’t know how to take “no” for an answer. She’s as persistent as I am stubborn and it’s a battle of wills as she uses all her powers of persuasion to save our marriage. Simone wore me down once, but she won’t do it again. I’m keeping my wits about me and my pants on, no matter how much she tempts me with her sexy ways. But those, my friends, are what they often call ‘famous last words’.

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CHAPTER 1

Van

I hate this shit. The press is a necessary evil but I never forget it’s inherently evil. I’m required by the Titans to attend this press conference held at the arena. The room hums with anticipation as I follow Coach West and our GM, Callum Derringer, through a side door and up onto a raised dais. The polished surface of the long mahogany table reflects the bright lights that illuminate the room. Three chairs are set behind it and before each chair a microphone.

The room is abuzz with chatter as the crowd engages in speculative conversation, their theories about my comeback. When we’re spotted, I hear the whir of camera shutters and voices are amplified as the press poise on the edge of their seats, ready to capture the first words of this new chapter in my career.

Derringer takes the first chair, Coach West the next and I sit down on the end. Luckily, there’s a swath of heavy canvas fabric pinned to the front of the table with the Titans’ logo centered. It prevents anyone from seeing the nervous bounce of my leg.

Arranged in semicircular rows facing the dais are the cream of the sports press corps, armed with notepads, voice recorders and cameras, their gazes fixed on me. Some reporters are seasoned stalwarts, their faces marked by years spent under the harsh lights of arenas, while others are more wide-eyed and eager, their fingers poised above iPads to take copious notes.

On one side of the room, a sideboard holds coffee and bottled water accompanied by an assortment of pastries. On the other side, a large LED screen displays a live feed of the event for those outside the room.

Callum pulls his microphone closer and clasps his hands on the table before him as he looks out over the forty or so people in attendance. “Ladies and gentlemen, members of the press, good afternoon. As you know, I’m Callum Derringer, general manager of the Pittsburgh Titans. We’re here today to welcome an extraordinary athlete back to the sport we all love, Van Turner, a man whose talent and dedication to hockey are well known and respected. We understand this is big news and want to do our best to appease your curiosity. We will only be allotting fifteen minutes, as I’m sure you can all appreciate we have to get Van on to his first practice. Please respect this time frame and make sure your questions are succinct and respectful.” He pauses, surveys the rows of reporters and there’s a hard glint in his eye. “We understand the high level of interest and the numerous questions you all have, but we request that you maintain a level of decorum. This is important sports news and we want to be open, but it is not a tabloid frenzy. Let’s keep our focus on the sport and on the exceptional talent we’re adding to our team.”

A young reporter in the front stands holding a digital recorder. “It’s been three years since Van Turner’s retirement. What prompted the decision to bring him back into the league, especially after such a significant break and was it worth it to send Perry Veleno down to the minors as he’s been putting up some impressive stats?”

Callum doesn’t wait for me or Coach to weigh in, instead leaning toward the microphone. “Van Turner’s legacy with the Carolina Cold Fury speaks for itself. He brings not only a wealth of experience and skill but also a unique resilience and tenacity that is the cornerstone of this new team. He aced all his strength and endurance tests, demonstrating he’s still in peak condition, reinforcing our belief that his addition to the Titans will be invaluable. And I wouldn’t have sent Perry Veleno down to the minors if I didn’t think this was the best move for the Titans in its entirety.”

The reporter lobs a follow-up. “It’s one thing to maintain strength and stamina… it’s another to keep your ice skills sharp.”

Not a question, but an observation that still demands a response. Coach West takes it. “We did significant on-ice testing. We put Van through every skill imaginable and he’s as sharp today as he was three years ago.” This is true… I never left the ice, even when I retired. I played in a rec league and helped coach the Dartmouth team. “However, I think the mere fact that we signed him to a three-year contract should tell you all you need to know. We have confidence he will not only be an immediately impactful player but a long-term cornerstone for our defense.”

Eager to be the next afforded the opportunity to ask a question, several are tossed out at once. Callum points and a female reporter stands. “With Van Turner joining the third line, what specific changes or improvements do you hope to see in the team’s performance?”

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