Blurb:
He knows how to score, on and off the ice
Allie Hayes is in crisis mode. With graduation looming, she still doesn’t have the first clue about what she’s going to do after college. To make matters worse, she’s nursing a broken heart thanks to the end of her longtime relationship. Wild rebound sex is definitely not the solution to her problems, but gorgeous hockey star Dean Di Laurentis is impossible to resist. Just once, though, because even if her future is uncertain, it sure as heck won’t include the king of one-night stands.
It’ll take more than flashy moves to win her over
Dean always gets what he wants. Girls, grades, girls, recognition, girls…he’s a ladies man, all right, and he’s yet to meet a woman who’s immune to his charms. Until Allie. For one night, the feisty blonde rocked his entire world—and now she wants to be friends? Nope. It’s not over until he says it’s over. Dean is in full-on pursuit, but when life-rocking changes strike, he starts to wonder if maybe it’s time to stop focusing on scoring…and shoot for love.
Rating: 5/5 stars
Side Notes:
- Genres: Contemporary Romance, New Adult Fiction
- Highly recommend for 16 years and above
- TW: Explicit language, Sexually graphic scenes, Alcoholism, Car accident, Death, Drug use, Grief, Slut shaming
- 3rd book in the Off Campus Series
Book Quotes:
- “Seriously, just find yourself a rebound.” Dean whips up his arm. “I volunteer as tribute.”
- “You know, I don’t think we’re dealing with a Bella’s-magical-blood situation here.” “No?” “No. I think you’ve imprinted on this girl’s pussy.” “What do you mean?” “I mean you’re facing a Jacob quandary. You imprinted on her pussy, and now it’s the only pussy you can think about. You exist solely for this pussy. Like Jacob and that weird mutant baby.”
- “I do what I want, when I want. And I don’t give a shit what people think about me.”
- “All my senses are filled with her—her sounds, her smell, her touch. Her.”
- “You’re lucky I love you, babe. If any other girl had done this to me –” “You love me? You just said it.” “I … Well, damn. I guess I did.” “Did you mean it? I want to hear it again.” “Aw shit, babe. Don’t make me say it again. It’s bad enough I said it first.”
- “Wait—do angels even get laid? And if so, are heaven orgasms a million times better than earth orgasms? I bet yes.” “Uh-doy. Where do you think rainbows come from? Whenever you see a rainbow, that means an angel just came.”
- “Life hack: if you don’t want someone asking you questions, say the word tampon, and the conversation ends.”
- “I think it takes a certain level of trust to sit next to someone and not feel the pressing urge to babble away.”
- “See, if you take away my dick privileges, I’ll be fine for months. Years, even. But if I take away your pussy privileges? You’ll be utterly lost. Like a drowning man at sea, desperately grabbing for the vagina preserver.” She beams. “Therefore, vagina trumps penis.”
- “Hey, Heaven? Dean Di Laurentis here. Thanks for letting me visit.”
- “Dean Di Laurentis is in my blood now. I didn’t expect the intense sexual chemistry between us, but it’s here, and it’s addictive, and I don’t know how I can ever give it up.”
- “I told you, my dad made sure I knew self-defense.” “Well, kudos to your dad for making sure you could protect yourself. Followed by a fuck you to your dad for turning you into a deadly weapon.”
- “Relationships are a fucking pain in the ass sometimes.”
- “Not only did I seduce him, but I tied him up and rode him like he was my own personal amusement park ride.”
- “Get over yourself,” I mutter. “I’d be wet if any guy was rubbing up against me.” “Bull. Fucking. Shit.” His thumb brushes my clit. I almost fall over. “It’s me. You want me.”
- “I know women. And when they clam up like this? They’re not just working one thought over in their brains. Nope, they’re constructing a complicated web of scenarios and what ifs, each thread layering over another, thickening and twisting until suddenly they’re mad about something that never even occurred to you.”
- “Sowing oats is fun,” he agrees solemnly. “One time I sowed this really hot oat who poured maple syrup all over my dick and then licked it off.”
- “You have ten minutes,” he told me. “Ten minutes to think about what you did wrong and how bad you feel right now. Are you ready?” He’d actually clicked a button on his watch and timed me, and for those ten minutes I brooded and sulked and wallowed in humiliation. I remembered the errors I’d made on the field and corrected them in my head. I imagined punching every player on the opposing team square in the mouth. And then Dad told me my time was up. “There. It’s over now,” he said. “Now you look forward and figure out how you’re going to get better.”
- “I was a perfect gentlemen.” Logan snorts. “Well, that’s a first.” “Fuck you very much. I happen to be skilled in the art of gentlemanry.” “That’s not an art. Or a work.” Logan rolls his eyes.”
- “My face? Turn-on. Chest? Turn-on. I’d roll over and show you my ass, but we both know the answer will be ‘turn-on’ so I’ll skip that one. Dick? Turn the fuck on. And then we get to the non-physical awesomeness that is Dean.”
- “I didn’t like the way he looked at you.” “How did he look at me?” Allie asks warily. “Like you were his entire world.” She frowns. “And that’s a bad thing?” “Damn right it is. Nobody should ever be someone else’s entire world. That’s not healthy, AJ. If your whole life is centered on one thing—one person—whatcha going to be left with if that person goes away? Absolutely nothing.” He gruffly reiterates, “Not healthy.”
- “You’re giving me a lot of responsibility here, baby doll. I don’t like responsibility.” Shocker. “You can handle this, baby doll. I have faith in you.”
- “Ugh. You even have perfect nipples,” I gripe. His lips twitch. “Do you wanna touch em?”
- “Me: u + me = wild animal sex 2nite? She responds right away. Good, she’s still up. Her: u = tempting – me = already in bed ÷ sleep. Me: Why the division sign?? Her: I don’t know. I was trying to answer in math. Bottom line: I’m in bed. Me: Perfect. That’s right where I want u to be. I’ll be there in 45.
- “My cock tents in my pants and nudges the porcelain, needing to make contact with something, anything.”
- “I think it takes a certain level of trust to sit next to someone and not feel the pressing urge to babble away. My dad once told me that the way a person responds to silence reveals a lot about them.”
- “Yeah…I need to nip this Dean idea in the bud. I don’t know why he’s so eager to jump into bed with me again, but I’m confident he’ll get over it eventually. The guy has the attention span of a fruit fly, and the affection-giving habits of a puppy, offering his sexual devotion to whoever happens to be holding the treat. By which I mean the vagina.”
- “He looks way too comfortable sitting there on my couch. A blond Adonis with his golden chest and sculpted muscles and perfectly chiseled face. If the hockey thing doesn’t work out for him, he ought to consider going into modeling. Dean Di Laurentis oozes sexuality. He could slap his face on a laxative label and every woman in the world would be praying for constipation just to have an excuse to buy it.”
- “She studies my face as if she is playing Where’s Waldo, except she’s hunting for a lie instead of a weirdo in a hat.”
- “Who am I to decide what someone should or shouldn’t do? People skip funerals and memorials all the time, for all sorts of reasons. Maybe they want to grieve for their loved ones in private. Maybe it’s too hard for them. Maybe they just don’t believe in funerals. It’s not my place to judge”
- “Squish. That’s the noise my heart makes. Because it’s so fucking full of love it can no longer contain it all.”
- “I will do anything that woman asks. I’d sell my soul to the devil himself if Allie told me to do it.”
- “Maybe it’s time to stop scoring…and shoot for love.”
- “- “Because you also look at him like he hung the moon. And I get the sense he feels the same about you.”
- “If your whole life is centered on one thing—one person—whatcha going to be left with if that person goes away? Absolutely nothing.”
- “Do you know how jealous I am right now? Do you think I like seeing every guy in the bar drooling over you? I want to rip their eyes out just for looking at you”
- “I like the idea of getting caught.”
- “Be nice to me, and I promise I’ll be even nicer in return.”
- “Do you ever take no as an answer?” “I’m not familiar with that word. Nobody’s ever said it to me before.”
- “She lifts her head at my entrance, and the desolate look in her big blue eyes shreds my heart to pieces. “Baby,” I say softly.”
- “The only one of Logan’s crazy acronyms I live my life by—STAG.” His mouth stretches in a broad smile. “Stand there and grind.”