Ten Minutes In the Sin Bin (Devilish Desires #1) Read Online M.J. Schiller

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Devilish Desires Series by M.J. Schiller

Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)

Scottie McCord is a busy NHL player. And, as a forward, he doesn’t do a lot of looking back. But when Elise Scofield moves to the same West Coast city he plays for, he can’t help but reminisce about his first kiss with her.
I’m psyched Elise will be close by. She’s a lot of fun, and I need to get the 411 on her breakup with Hunter. I thought wedding bells would be ringing for those two soon. If Hunter broke her heart, I may have to pay him a visit. I warned him when they first started dating that I would be none too happy with him if he hurt Elise. Not that I have a thing for her. Sure, that kiss when we were kids was the hottest moment of my life, but that’s just because it was a first. She’s like a sister to me now.
Elise Scofield is making a fresh start. She still loves Hunter, but they want different things and he’s found someone else. A move to sunny California may be just what she needs, especially with Scott there.
Scottie and I have always been close, “two straws in a soda” is my mom’s weird way of putting it. We’d gotten over that awkwardness of having kissed a long time ago, and fallen into an easy brother-and-sister-type of relationship. He’s the best. Always there for me and he’s the one who picks me up when I’m feeling down. And who knows? He might even introduce me to an eligible hockey player or two.
But when Scott’s teammate says he’d like to spend TEN MINUTES IN THE SIN BIN with Elise, for some asinine reason, Scott becomes hot enough to melt the ice that he plays on. Then Elise and Sergei start dating. When Scott finds out his opposite winger is only trying to win a bet by bedding Elise, he wants to check his teammate into oblivion. But why are his feelings always so amped up around Elise?
One thing’s for certain; he’s determined to keep Sergei from hurting Elise. And when he’s determined, —like in his rookie year, when he made his team’s list of top five goal scorers of all time—he gets what he wants.

The only problem, though, is this time around he’s not sure what it is he wants.




There was only one thing to be done about a guy taking your parking space. Drive him into the nearest hard surface with as much force as humanly possible. This time it happened to be ice. The fact Sergei’s obnoxious snoring kept me awake last night simply meant further retaliation was a matter of course.

“Uhh...McCord. We need him. Please do not injure teammates.”

“But, Coach, he took my parking space.”

“Oh, by all means, then, take him out.”

I eyed my prey, currently trying to pull himself up the boards and onto his skates.

“Kidding, McCord. Cease and desist.”

Sergei scowled at me and spit. “He purely lets you get away with that shit because of your Conn Smythe trophy.”

I grinned. “Yeah. Ain’t it great?”

“You won’t think so when I poison your food tonight.”

“All right. Knock it off,” Coach said wearily, for the hundred and eightieth time.

Sergei’s focus shifted to something behind me. “Holy shit! I’d love to get ten minutes in the sin bin with her.”

I twisted to see who he was ogling.

Down the steps of the stands of our practice arena came a pair of legs, topped by one of those short, tight suit skirts, a silky white blouse, and red blazer. I’d have been drooling myself if said legs hadn’t been connected to one of my best friends in the whole wide world.

“Ain’t happening,” I commented absentmindedly to Sergei.

At the same time, Elise, who had been searching the ice, apparently spied me, as she released a high-pitched squeal and yelled, “Scottie!” She ran over the concrete stairs in those heels of hers, bound to turn an ankle and face plant against the glass like someone had checked her into it. I tore off without thinking about anything besides Elise being there. It had been too long. I picked up speed before my skates bit into the ice at the rink’s edge. “What are you doing here? I thought we were meeting at my place.”

She bent over the half-wall and wrapped her arms around my neck. I responded to her hug with such exuberance I almost pulled her out of the stands and onto the ice.

“Oh my gosh. It’s so good to see you,” she whispered in my ear. “It’s been too long.”

I squeezed her. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

One of my teammates whistled appreciatively and we broke apart, Elise sliding until her heels met the steps. She glanced in the guys’ direction sheepishly, but she still glowed with excitement, which, I’ll admit, gave me a little high.