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JUST DON'T CALL IT LOVE by @erinnicholasbooks releasing January 23!
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#Excerpt
“You decided to jump on me?”
It was spontaneous, I’ll admit. But I couldn’t risk him doing something like running in the other direction, thinking I’m a crazy stalker fan.
Oh, I know all of his stats and am thrilled he’s here, but not like that.
I don’t want to tie him up in my basement and turn him into my sex slave.
Well, the teeny tiny part of my primitive brain may want the sex slave thing a little bit. But that’s just because the man is gorgeous. He just exudes that something that makes women want to get closer to him. It’s nature. Instinct. Survival of the species. Our species should definitely want more Alex Olsens in it. It’s not my fault.
And yeah, it’s been a while—a long while—since I did anything with anyone that was even remotely sex slavish…
No. That’s not why I need Alex Olsen to get his fine ass in my truck and let me drive him to my tiny hometown.
He’s here to save my town and get Harley re-elected as mayor.
And I don’t need everyone scaring him off before he’s even out of the airport.
I smile. “We’re in an airport. People are jumping into each other’s arms everywhere. It helped us blend in.”
Welcome to Rebel, Louisiana—where the humidity feels personal, even the otters hold grudges, and chaos is a competitive sport.
I used to play hockey in sold-out arenas. Now my wrecked knee and I are stuck in a little bayou town that’s been mad at me for a year. I need a big comeback–and ZERO drama.
So first thing, I get tackled at the airport by a sunshiny woman in yellow overalls who’s thwarting my kidnapping… by her grandpas.
That’s Nora Delaune—Parks & Rec director, caffeine-powered menace, and the only person in Rebel willing to give me a chance. She needs me to win games and help save the town’s ice arena before it gets turned into a laser-tag nightmare.
And I… kind of like being needed by her. Even when she’s producing a singing, dancing, wig-wearing ice extravaganza that is definitely not hockey.
Then my sister—the team’s new owner—drops the bomb: if Nora and I “date,” the town might stop hating me.
Fine. We’ll fake it. As long as we don’t call it love.
But between late-night practices, the sugar-addicted swamp-werewolf mascot, otter drama, and the way Nora looks at me like I’m worth rooting for…I’m in trouble.
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