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    Icing Isn't Only for Cookies: The Renegades (Hockey Romance), #9.5
    Icing Isn't Only for Cookies: The Renegades (Hockey Romance), #9.5
    Icing Isn't Only for Cookies: The Renegades (Hockey Romance), #9.5
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    Icing Isn't Only for Cookies: The Renegades (Hockey Romance), #9.5

    By Melody Heck Gatto

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    This novella was previously published in the Hockey Holidays Anthology in November 2018.

    Avery James was finally getting her life together after an ugly break-up. It had taken almost an entire year, but she could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. The Pink Ribbon Cupcakery was busy with orders for Christmas cookies, holiday cupcakes, and preparing for the local orphanage's annual Christmas Eve party. She was enjoying the busy holiday season. When she came face to face with her one-night stand from last New Year's Eve, her jolly mood came to a crashing halt. Literally.

    In his brash, self-important, smug way, Kyler Wilson flirted his way into her life, her bakery, and her heart. Her brain wanted her to square off her shoulders and tell him that this was her bakery, and her rules, and that he could save the smooth talking for some other girl, because she wasn't ready to be hurt by love again. However, her heart seemed to be in charge. Her legs felt like they were going to crumble each time hockey-boy flashed a grin.

    It wasn't that she didn't find him deliciously handsome and irresistible, but after being so vulnerable at the hands of her former fiancé, she never wanted to be in that position again. She'd be damned if she was going to swoon like a groupie. Even though tall, dark and handsome Kyler made her weak in the knees with every smoldering look. The deep rumble of his voice sent her heart a flutter. His kisses were pure heaven, and his rock-hard body had her craving more.

    Kyler could see right through the sugary sweet baker. She wanted him. But then again, what girl didn't? But unlike the usual bunnies that fell at his feet, she was one tough-cookie. And the challenge of breaking through that defensive outer shell was riveting. A year ago, a bottle of tequila helped him get a glimpse of the fun, and free-spirited Avery, and he was on a mission to find that girl again.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMelody Heck Gatto
    Release dateDec 10, 2018
    ISBN9781386556695
    Icing Isn't Only for Cookies: The Renegades (Hockey Romance), #9.5
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    Melody Heck Gatto

    Melody was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where she lives with her husband, son, cat and puppy. She likes to read when she isn't writing or watching a Pittsburgh Penguins hockey game. You can often find her at the local Starbucks ordering her favorite drink, Iced Mocha. The whole family are avid Pittsburgh Penguins fans and like going to hockey games when they get the chance. Having met some of the players has fueled her interest in writing about them and creating wonderful stories. Melody has loved writing since she was small, in school she never met a creative writing assignment that she didn't love. She is lucky enough to have a wonderful husband who encourages her to write. When she was laid off from her job of 14 years, he was supportive about letting her stay home and take care of their son. During that time she discovered hockey-romances and found a renewed love of reading as well as a passion for writing. She spends her spare time reading hockey romances. At holiday time she really enjoys any romance about Christmas. When it is the hockey off-season, she enjoys swimming and spending her days out in the sun. Basically if she’s not writing or reading, then she’s doing something that has to do with hockey!

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      Icing Isn't Only for Cookies - Melody Heck Gatto

      Icing Isn’t Only for Cookies – A Renegades Holiday Tale

      Renegades 9.5

      By Melody Heck Gatto

      Copyright © 2018 by Melody Heck Gatto

      License Notes

      All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favorite e-book retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      The Pittsburgh Renegades™ is a fictional sports team. Their name and logo are created for the sole use of the owner and covered under protection of trademark.

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      Cover Art by Kat McCarthy - Aeternum Designs

      Author’s Note

      This holiday novella was previously published in the Hockey Holidays Anthology in November 2018,

      for charity. It was only available until 11/30/18, and we raised over $4000 for USA Warriors Ice Hockey.

      Chapter One

      Avery

      AVERY JAMES LOOKED over the sea of people that were partying like it was New Year’s Eve, because it was. The room was hot and loud, and the bass from the music pounded in her chest as she downed another glass of wine. She had lost count of how many she had, and since she had already handed over her keys in favor of taking an Uber home, the bartender kept them coming.

      The night was still young, it was only eight o’clock in the evening. Her wine intake already had her relaxed and calm, just the feeling she was looking for.

      The music changed to a hard ballad, and the words reminded her of her ex-boyfriend, Jack. She was supposed to spend tonight with him. Avery thought for sure he was going to propose to her tonight. She couldn’t think of a better way to start off the New Year. Happy, and in love, and as a newly engaged couple.

      But, things don’t always work out the way you think. The day after Christmas, Jack asked her to dinner, and what had the potential for a romantic night out turned out to be the complete opposite.

      Jack was smart to break her heart in a public place. He knew she wouldn’t make a scene, and she didn’t. She didn’t yell, and she didn’t cry. Instead, Avery just sat in silence, and watched him walk out the door. After two years together, and what she thought was leading to a walk down the aisle, ended abruptly. Jack cited them growing apart, and it was as cliché as it sounded. He had done the growing – closer to his secretary.

      Avery had no idea why she was at this party, other than Becca dragged her here. She should call it a night and get her Uber home. Against her own better judgement, Avery waved her hand to the bartender for another glass of White Zinfandel. One more, then I’ll leave. A tall, muscular man sat down beside her and loudly called for the bartender’s attention.

      Keep your shirt on, buddy. He’s waiting on me next. Avery said, annoyed at the self-important yuppy who claimed the seat next to her. Why did he think he should be waited on before anyone else?

      I try to keep my shirt on, at least in public. He mused. But, seriously, you should see me without it. I’ve been told it’s quite transcendent. He flattened his large hand along his stomach.

      Avery rolled her eyes, not finding his humor funny, or maybe it was just the company. Or, maybe it was the alcohol feeding her already miserable mood. Well, no one wants to see your transcendent abs tonight, sir. Just wait your turn.

      You sure? The tall, dark stranger grabbed the back of his shirt at the collar and prepared to pull it over his head.

      Avery shook her head but couldn’t help that her glance lingered at the waist of his pants. As if she was waiting for a sneak peek.

      Okay. He shrugged and fixed his shirt. You look like you could use another drink. What’s got your panties in a bunch anyway? he still thought he was humorous.

      Avery spun the bar stool to look this annoying man in the eye, but what she found stopped her dead in her tracks. You seem to think you’re pretty– The man that stood before her had the most mesmerizing hazel eyes. His smile was as cocky as his attitude, but those eyes. She couldn’t look away.

      Uh, he carefully shook his head, that cocky smirk still on his lips. His eyes squinted as the smirk reached them, and he jutted out his muscular chest. I don’t typically call myself pretty. I tend to use handsome, attractive, and some girls say sexy. But if you want to call me pretty, then I’m okay with that. I can be a pretty boy too. He ran his hand through his short dark hair.

      The stranger exuded cockiness. The scary thing was, she liked his flirtatious spirit. And his five o’clock shadow gave him a rugged look.

      Avery was tongue-tied and couldn’t come up with a smart comeback. She just stared at his strong arms. Her head was already fuzzy from the wine and her wittiness had suffered because of it. The bartender appeared in front of her and refilled her wine

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