HOCKEY WIFE, the latest standalone in the Rookie Rebels series, is almost here!
Now Live exclusively at Kate Meader's store: katemeaderstore.com
Classic cover also available, exclusively at Kate Meader's store : https://geni.us/HW-classic
9/9: Release of paperback for both illustrated and classic covers on Amazon. (Links will go live on the day; print will not be available in the KM store)
9/16: Print and audio available on release day. -
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"I need us to stay married, Big Guy."
Recently traded to the Chicago Rebels, hockey veteran Dylan “Banks” Bankowski is adjusting to what might be his last team and his final year in the NHL. That means taking care of his battered body while he strives for the one goal that’s managed to elude him: a championship ring. What he does not need is a visit from the woman to whom he gave a different kind of ring months ago.
His young, flighty, socialite wife.
Apparently, signing the annulment papers within a week of their quickie wedding in Vegas didn’t quite take, and now she’s back, right before the playoffs when he needs his focus most. Only this time she has a different request: let’s keep up the charade. He should say no, but he once said “I do” and surely that means something …
Georgia Goodwin has good reasons for wanting to keep her hockey player husband. Convincing the big lug to cooperate is the easy part. Not so easy? Ignoring the flutter in her chest when he grunts in jock, kisses her neck, or calls her wife. But it’s only for a few weeks, and as soon as the playoffs finish, so will they.
But the more time Georgia and Banks spend together, the more real their marriage feels. Less Vegas mistake, and more like the start of something amazing. They said goodbye once. Can they do it again … or will they figure out that a love this good is worth fighting for as much as that championship ring?
Tropes:
Accidentally married, age gap, grumpy x sunshine, forced proximity, only one bed, fake kisses turned real, hockey player x Chicago socialite, big guy x petite gal, “my wife” moments galore
➡️ Learn more & pre-order: https://www.katemeader.com/hockey-wife
➡️ Classic cover also available, exclusively in my store: https://geni.us/HW-classic
➡️ Print and audio available on release day. (9/16)
REVIEW: HOCKEY WIFE (ROOKIE REBELS) BY KATE MEADER
EXCERPT
This was a terrible idea in a playoff series of terrible ideas.
1. Coming here instead of going home to ice his shoulder;
2. Agreeing to Georgia’s request to stay married, but most of all,
3. Sitting in this tiny space while temptation herself bent over and wiggled her ass.
She was looking for something, a completely innocent task, but that didn’t stop his imagination from running wild about that peach-perfect ass inches away from him. His cock twitched. His fingers tingled.
He sat on his hands. “Georgia—”
“Oh, here it is!” She placed a Barbie lunch box on top of the vanity and opened it. First, out came Nurse Barbie, who was placed near a tap, for moral support, he supposed. Next emerged an assortment of tiny Band-Aids, mostly of the Hello Kitty and Disney princess variety. His nieces had taught him well.
Georgia assessed the meager options and blinked a few times before meeting his gaze. “Any cuts? The smaller the better.”
He repressed a smile. “It’s more of an ache.” And not just his shoulder.
“Well, I have hydrocortisone, a sewing kit, and, hmm, one latex glove.”
“Could have ourselves a real party.”
She laughed, and God, that brought it flooding back. Georgia skipping down the Strip, her eyes bright as blue suns, reflecting the lights and energy of the city. “We need to see the fountains!”
His heart rate soared. This was why it happened.
This was why he was letting it happen all over again.
Someone tried the doorknob again.
“Busy in here!” Georgia called out. “Try the other bathroom!” She rummaged further and took out a single pack of aspirin. “Would this help?”
Christ, she was so sweet with her pathetic medical supplies and her nervous energy that was somehow sexy at the same time.
“Probably.”
Her eyes lit up. “Oh, good!” She rinsed out a glass and handed him the pill, which he downed with a gulp.
“I feel better already.”
“Banks,” she murmured with a head shake, and just the soft way she said his name made him warm. “How did you get hurt?”
“Some asshole D-man from the Motors shoulder-checked me against the boards.”
“I understood about one in three words there.”
He shrugged, which sent a stab of pain through his shoulder. “Occupational hazard.”
“Will you get to rest before the next match?”
“It’s game. And yeah, a few days.” He stood, anxious to get out of this small space before he did or said something truly stupid. “So have your circumstances changed, Georgia?”
“About needing to stay married?”
He nodded, while his pulse rate picked up. Say no. Say no.
“No, they haven’t changed.”
Fuck, yeah.
Tonight, he walked into this party with every intention of having an adult conversation with Georgia, one that would lay out a clear path to marriage dissolution. Offer her the courtesy she hadn’t bothered giving to him.
Seeing her alone in the crowd, something tripped in his chest. She had looked so exposed, in need of someone to shelter her from this crazy world she’d built around herself.
For a few wild seconds, he thought: I could be that someone.
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