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Hooking Hannah
Hooking Hannah
Hooking Hannah
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Hooking Hannah

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Watching her twin sister deal with being a hockey wife putting up with moves across the country and injuries has made Hannah Howard determined not to date hockey players. Ever. When she’s introduced to gorgeous center Scott Richards after an all-star game, though, her resolution is tested. She's pushed into going out with him afterward, but as their chemistry rockets off the charts that night, Hannah begins to wonder if her hands off hockey players rule is about to go up in smoke.

Scott, a star playing for New York, is tired of puck bunnies and playing the field and longs for that home and family stuff he’s heard about. When he spots stunning Hannah across the room, those visions start solidifying in his head and he becomes determined to win her over, using his best techniques both in and out of bed to snag her for his future. Hannah's reticence means some fancy footwork, though, and not the kind he’s used to on the ice.

Now Hannah must decide if Scott is worth the worry and uncertainty that comes with dating a player. Scott, for his part, needs to go after the most important goal of his life: making Hannah his forever.

NOTE: This story was previously published in the Seduced by the Game charity bundle in 2014.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 2, 2015
ISBN9781507051320
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    Hooking Hannah - Cassandra Carr

    Hooking Hannah

    by

    Cassandra Carr and Cynthia Carr

    Copyright © 2015 by Cassandra Carr and Cynthia (Carr) Racette; previously released by another publisher

    All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this e-book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without prior written permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author's rights. Purchase only authorized editions.

    Published by C-Squared Publishing LLC

    Cover by Carey Abbott; stock photos Safari Heat

    Contact information: AuthorCassandraCarr@gmail.com

    This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

    Table of Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    About The Authors

    Hooking Hannah

    Chapter One

    Ice blinded Scott Richards, a fine, snowy film covering his visor as he waited for his turn in warm-ups. As he wiped it with the back of his sleeve, he glowered at the man who’d started the shower of ice.

    I’ll get you for that, Mickey. Mark Mickey McDonald didn’t seem fazed in the least.

    It’d be the first time this season you’ve hit anybody. Bring it on.

    The players near them laughed, but Scott grinned. Who needs to bang bodies when I can put the biscuit in the basket instead?

    Mickey made a derisive noise. Yeah, yeah.

    Scott loved the All-Star Game. Every player there was the best in the sport, and it was the one time, barring perhaps the Olympics, where the guys really mixed and played for a common cause. Sure, the game couldn’t exactly be called riveting hockey, but it was fun for both players and fans. He was happy to be a part of anything that increased the popularity of the sport.

    The game started a little while later, and Scott, a centerman, lined up for his first shift against a guy he’d played with in juniors. Hey, man.

    Who let you in the building? the guy sneered, but followed it up with a toothy grin which displayed his mouthguard more than his actual teeth. It was neon yellow and Scott had to blink just to regain the focus in his eyes.

    Top five in faceoffs, seventy points already, baby.

    Still gonna kick your ass.

    Love to see you try. The linesman dropped the puck and a scrum ensued to gain possession. Scott came out with it, skated a stride and then stepped neatly around his opponent, and passed off to his winger. He heard the guy swear behind him and laughed. Man, he freaking loved playing hockey.

    Scott streaked through the slot. The defenseman at the blue line who’d been passed the puck by the winger must’ve seen him raise his stick, because he sent a smooth saucer pass that Scott one-timed, catching the goaltender off guard and recording his first goal of the game on his first shift. He and his teammates did a brief celebration and then changed lines.

    By the final buzzer, Scott’s line as a whole had eight points, three of them Scott’s with a goal and two assists. It didn’t really matter in an All-Star Game, but every guy in both locker rooms was a competitive SOB. Guys who’d make it this far in the NHL didn’t just dislike losing, they hated it. Absolutely loathed the entire concept. Fortunately, on this night, his team came out the winner and the atmosphere in the locker room was jovial and jubilant.

    He quickly stripped off and showered, then got back into his favorite dark blue wool suit. A lot of the guys hated wearing suits to games, but Scott didn’t mind. Sure, he was no accountant or lawyer or anything, but he was a professional in his own right and in his opinion shouldn’t be any more willing to come to work in shorts and flip-flops than any of them.

    The media had been allowed into the room by the time he finished dressing in the players’ private area, along with the families and various other VIP types. The beat reporter from New York Newsday pushed his way through the throngs.

    Great game, Scott! Can you tell us about your linemates tonight? He thrust his microphone in Scott’s face, but Scott was so used to it he didn’t even flinch.

    It’s a bunch of talented guys here, that’s for sure, he began, knowing they wouldn’t expect more from him than a couple of platitudes. After all, these guys would be his opponents when he went back over the bridge to New York. He was glad he’d hired a car to take him to and from the arena in Newark. It was a rough area and no way would he trust his BMW around here.

    Do you like the new format of the All-Star Game?

    Eastern Conference versus Western Conference makes perfect sense to me. I never quite got North America versus the world. But I’m sure the league always has their reasons for why they do things. I just come here to have fun and play hockey.

    Scott was rolling his eyes to himself at the ridiculous words, but on the outside, he flashed a smile and turned to another reporter. Several others asked him questions, mostly along the same vein, and though he answered each patiently, Scott started to get a little antsy. Didn’t they listen to the answers he gave the other guys?

    Then he spotted her. A wave of heat hit him like a freight train and he ran a hand over his face. God, she’s gorgeous. Clad in a pair of skinny jeans with boots and a jersey – wait – a jersey? Scott looked again. Yes, a Sutton jersey. One of his teammates for the All-Star Game, but normally an archrival considering he played in New Jersey and Scott played in New York. What was this girl to him? A wife? That would be a total bummer.

    He looked again. No, there was another woman standing closer to him, also wearing a jersey. Her body language made it apparent she was with Sutton.

    Getting his stallmate’s attention, Scott jerked his head toward the small group. Any idea who the woman is? The one in the skinny jeans?

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