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Rob slowly moved closer, giving Alaina
a chance to back away. She didn’t, and with a slight tightening of
his hand in her hair, he brought her the rest of the way, then kissed
her. Alaina had him under some kind of spell. When he’d first met
her, he’d thought she was a frump with a stick up her ass. Now he
realized she was just serious about her work. Considering what he’d
given up to be a hockey player, including friends, free time, and
many experiences others took for granted, like going to his high
school prom, he could respect her attitude.
Their tongues circled each other
briefly before she retreated and allowed him to take over the kiss.
With a moan, he aligned their bodies, sliding his other arm around
her waist. After several moments, his lungs screaming for oxygen, he
pulled back.
Her eyes were wide. “Wow. Do that
again.”
His laugh sounded almost maniacal to
his own ears. “With pleasure.”
Leaning over her more, he pressed her
into the couch, and the cushions groaned under their combined weight.
Rob put as much weight as he could on his forearms so he wouldn’t
crush Alaina as he laid open-mouthed kisses along her jaw to her ear.
She moved restlessly beneath him, breathy moans escaping her open
mouth, and he felt his self-control crumbling. He hadn’t come in
his jeans in years and didn’t relish the thought now.
But he couldn’t stop kissing her.
Like an addict, he had to have more.
Professional hockey player Rob D'Amico is
confused when he's chosen to take part in a reading program for
inner-city students. While athletes are role models, he tends toward the
gregarious and playful side, rather than a studious bent.
Despite
the lack of funding plaguing her inner-city district, every day
kindergarten teacher Alaina Rossa ensures her students learn something
to prepare them for life. At first she's unsure how a hockey player will
help her achieve that goal.
When
Rob visits Alaina's class for the first time, they welcome him with
open arms, despite the lack of even the basic supplies for their
education. He takes it upon himself to get the students what they need,
sweeping Alaina up in the excitement.
As
time goes by and she learns more about Rob, Alaina finds her heart
opening to him. Is it possible her soul mate could be found in a world
so different from her own? And for Rob, the last person he thought he'd
find forever love with was an elementary school teacher wearing clothes
permanently stained with finger paint. But when you're playing for
keeps, sometimes you have to get a little dirty.
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Cassandra
Carr is an Amazon-bestselling and award-winning erotic romance writer
who lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her
daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching
hockey and reading an astounding number of books her husband has no idea
she's snuck onto her Kindle. Cassandra's books were nominated by The
Romance Studio and The Romance Reviews for their "Best of 2012" awards.
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Sebastian met them at the door. “I’m
so happy you could make it, Alaina.” He stuck out his hand and
Alaina shook it. “Come in. Sarah’s doing some long word to the
salad dressing.”
“Dork,” Rob gave his friend his
standard greeting.
Sebastian didn’t even react, but
Alaina whacked Rob on the stomach then raised one eyebrow.
He smirked. Yeah, abs of steel,
baby.
“Be nice,” Alaina reprimanded.
“English isn’t his first language, right?”
“Yeah, Rob, be nice,” Sebastian
echoed, his gaze darting between him and Alaina.
The kid was many things, but stupid
wasn’t one of them, and no way could Rob hide his interest in
Alaina. Then again, why should he?
“I wasn’t even making fun of his
language skills,” he said, shaking his head in mock sadness. “It’s
how I always say hi when I see him.”
“That’s even worse,” Alaina said.
“Yeah,” Sebastian retorted.
“Kids,” he muttered.
“Who’s talking about kids?” Sarah
asked, breezing into the room and wiping her hands on a dish towel.
Turning to Alaina, she said, “A pleasure to meet you. As I’m sure
you’ve guessed, I’m Sarah.” Then she regarded Sebastian. “Did
you tell them to sit down? Offer a drink? I know you weren’t raised
in a barn—I’ve seen your parents’ house.”
Sebastian gave her an unrepentant
smile, and she patted the side of his face. Rob tried to control his
envy. Normally it didn’t bother him to see his friends being all
lovey-dovey, except when they went too far with the cuteness. But as
he watched the pair, he realized how badly he wanted that for
himself. He’d been so close with Christa all those years ago and
had played the field since then, not wanting to go through the agony
of another breakup. It still freaking hurt every time he let himself
think about it. But he wanted to settle down. The realization hit him
like a puck aimed at his head, leaving him disoriented.
Shaking his head, Rob pulled Alaina
down on the couch with him and put his arm around her, which earned
him patronizing looks from his friends. Yep, the gig was up. Oh
well. As they conversed, he played with Alaina’s hair,
lost inside his head, thinking about his recent revelation until she
elbowed him.
“Sarah asked you a question.”
“I’m sorry, what was that?” He
looked up at the woman standing in front of him, tapping her foot, a
smirk firmly in place on her face.
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