Chance rapids books 1 5, p.83
Chance Rapids: Books 1-5,
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Their friends clapped and cheered, but Charlie didn’t think that either of them heard. He wiped the tears from Emma’s cheeks and kissed her again, letting his own fall freely down his face and into his beard. Everything that he’d ever wanted, anyone who mattered, was in that room that night.
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Not a Player
Introduction
Don't sleep with your teammate's sister.
That's hockey player code 101.
But, then again, I don't play by the rules.
In this small-town hockey players are bigger than movie stars.
I can have any puck bunny that I want.
I don't need to go after my right-winger's sister.
Even though she makes my heart hammer and those dimples render me unable to form complete sentences...
And, everyone knows that hockey players and figure skaters don't mix.
I have to focus on one thing, and one thing only, and that's going pro.
My coach has even hired a power skating specialist to take my skating to the next level.
I can't let a pretty girl from the wrong side of the tracks derail me now.
Sparks fly and heads butt when superstar forward Kane discovers the identity of his new power skating coach...
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Not a Player is a small-town romance sprinkled with a little bit of hockey, a lot of skinny dipping, and one too many toe-picks. This book can be read as a stand-alone or as book one in the Laketown Hockey Series.
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One
Jessie
Laketown is known for two things: hockey and more hockey.
If anyone found out what I was doing to the precious ice surface at Laketown’s McManus Place Arena I would be crucified. Triple toe loops, flying camel spins, and plenty of toe-picks, every single one of them gouging up their precious ‘hockey players only’ ice.
There is only one thing in the world that quiets the sound of the twisting metal of the car accident that killed my parents, and that’s figure skating. Out here on the ice, I forget that my world has been turned upside down.
My ponytail flicked at my cheek as I skated backward around the faceoff circle. I’ve always done my warm-up to Queen. Freddie Mercury’s voice had been with me over the years, from my first shaky single axel to my first solid triple, but this morning I strained to hear his voice coming out of my little speaker over the sound of my skates cutting into the ice.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a dark figure standing by the boards. I smiled and waved, and my dad’s friend Andy, the arena’s custodian, waved back. I’ve known Andy for as long as I can remember, from back when I was a little kid and he had long hair and drove a rusty old van filled with guitars and amplifiers.
I picked up where I left off, and my breath started to come harder, puffs of steam escaping through my lips. Suddenly Freddie’s voice blared through the arena’s sound system and the full lighting system flickered and then blared brightly. Andy gave me a thumbs up from the system controls. Now that I could feel the music through my entire body, my chest felt like it was pounding with the bass. I stepped into my favorite jump, a triple toe-loop, and stuck the landing right in front of Andy.
When he clapped, my eyes stung with the worst kind of tears, the surprise kind. With a quick swipe of my sleeve, they were gone. “Thank you,” I yelled over the music, but Andy had already turned and disappeared into the belly of the arena. Andy could lose his job for letting me skate here, and as intense gratitude washed over me, those sneaky surprise tears made another appearance.
I ran through my jumps and spins, finishing off with a flying camel spin and the only jump that still haunts me, my triple lutz. But, no matter how hard I flung myself into the air, it was under-rotated. I ran through the cues that my coach Veronica always shouted at me in her snooty British accent, but some days the lutz just eluded me – this morning was one of them.
Andy sounded the buzzer and I glanced at the time, 4:49 – early enough for him to get on the Zamboni and erase any signs that Jessie Moss had ever defiled the rink with her toe-picks.
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Also by A.J. Wynter
Laketown Hockey Series
Not a Player
Hating the Rookie
The Coach Next Door
Chance Rapids Series
Second Chances
One More Chance
Accidental Chances
A Secret Chance
Reckless Chances
Titan Billionaire Brothers
For Richer, For Poorer, Book 1
For Richer, For Poorer, Book 2
Her First Time Series
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The Rancher’s Virgin
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