If you`re a fan of M/M romance and realistic portrayals of hockey and the men who play it, then Two Man Advantage is a sports romance that you'll want to own. Lay your eyes on this amazing cover!
Two Man Advantage is the first of three stand alone M/M hockey romance novellas contracted with Ellora`s Cave, and it starts the trio of books off with a bang! Here`s a small peek at the prologue showing what gets my man Vic, possibly one of my favorite leading men, booted back to the minors. Victor is also the first bisexual leading man that I've penned. If you are of a delicate nature then perhaps you shouldn`t read the excerpt or the book. As the blurb says, there is no pulling of punches where Victor Kalinski is concerned.
Blurb: Victor Kalinski, all-star forward for the Boston Barracudas, is one of the biggest jerks in professional hockey. Before long his aggressive attitude gets him shipped off to play in the minor leagues.
Furious, he takes to the ice with equal amounts of skill and scathing sarcasm, which doesn’t win him any friends—except for good-natured alternate captain Daniel Arou. He won’t take any of Vic’s crap, and he won’t take no for an answer.
But Vic’s troublemaking is pulling his career one way while Dan’s talent is pushing his in the other. However much they scorch the sheets, they might soon be separated by more than Vic’s fear of being hurt.
Inside Scoop: This book contains scorching gay sex and a heaping helping of no-holds-barred snark between hot hockey heroes who don’t pull their punches.
R-rated Excerpt: (Mature Language)
“Victor, are you impressed by the outstanding shots from point that Darren Wilson executed during tonight’s game?”
I looked up from my sock-covered feet to the obese reporter. His brow was speckled with perspiration, there was mustard dried on his pornstache and his breath reeked of garlic. Thirty men stood around me, eyes wide with expectation. The buzz of after-game interviews filled the dressing room. Sweat ran down the crack of my ass. I hated talking to the press still soaked in game-sweat.
Fuckers were like miserable old vultures, sitting on the sidelines of pro games, stuffing fried sausage sandwiches into their mouths while dreaming up asinine questions. The fat shits couldn’t play chess without hyperventilating, so they lived vicariously through the professional athletes they harangued.
Was it asking too much to be able to wash my balls before the flock of buzzard descended?
“Wilson is a good player but it was me feeding the puck to him that got that hat trick. Jim, you really need to find a container of fucking breath mints,” I moaned, shoving the fat bastard back a few steps. I mean, this is my cubicle with my clothes hanging in it. Who the double-shit wants to smell like fat, garlic-laced reporter when they’re dressed?
A subtle wave of disbelief mixed with lust went through the press crowded around me. Yeah, they were stunned that someone had told them the truth. They were also creaming their pants over their next sound-bite for the eleven o’clock news. I’d only said what everyone knew. Wilson wouldn’t have made half the goals he had if not for me shoving pucks at him all night.
“Kalinski!” someone shouted from the back of the pack. I wiggled around on the hard plastic bench, trying to see which gossip-whore had called my name. The dressing room was mobbed, as it always was after a Boston Barracudas game. We were odds-on favorites to win the cup this year, and my skills as center on the first line were a large part of those high odds. “Kalinski, can you substantiate the rumor that you were seen with Roxanne Mikkola last night?”
Shit. I turned my head slightly, just enough to see if Edvard Mikkola, our backup goalie, had heard the question. Seeing the big Finn sizing me for a pine box, I had to assume that he had.
“You heard wrong,” I stated loudly, “I was with Pete Dubroski’s daughter last night. Why would I pass up cherry for something that has fruit flies?” I chuckled, because it was a joke, folks.
The D-man came through the mob like a juiced-up rhino, which was a pretty good description of the guy to be honest. The press cleared a path, or was knocked aside, take your pick. I got to my feet and met the charging defenseman with a clinch around his middle. It didn’t stop him but it slowed him down. Then we both got tackled by an irate Finn.
Just for the record, I want it stated that I can handle myself. I’m a six-foot-three-inch, one-hundred-and-ninety-pound redheaded Pole who was raised in Englewood, Chicago by a single mother who spent her nights with Jack Daniels. For the unenlightened, Englewood has the distinction of being consistently rated one of the worst neighborhoods of the Windy City. I grew up learning how to fight, win face-offs and lead breakouts. Being blindsided by a goalie who was still in pads while wrestling with an angry dad wasn’t a fair fight. Just so everyone knows the situation. It was, however, the fight that left me with a black eye and a new team to play with.
Some fucking people just can’t take a joke.
Two Man Advantage is available for preorder at Ellora`s Cave but will be available at all major retailers soon.
And now for the gift card giveaway! To enter for a chance to win a $20 Amazon GC, I'm asking that you skate on over to Goodreads and put Two Man Advantage on your "Want to Read" shelf. After you do that, come back and tell me "I added Vic and Dan!" and your name will go into the drawing. Please remember to leave your contact information. I can`t get in touch with you if you don`t leave your email address. If you don`t leave your contract info I will have to skip over your entry, so make sure to leave that addy!
Here`s the link to Vic and Dan`s book on Goodreads-
Two Man Advantage on Goodreads
The contest will close on Sunday, April 5th at Midnight. After the entries are verified I'll then pick a winner on Monday, April 6th. Good luck!
Skate hard and love deeply,