Taking The Shot

Long Shot

What to expect:

🏒Hockey Romance

🏒Brother’s Friend

🏒Sassy Heroine/Protective Hero

🏒STEAMY, all the hotness in precarious places…

🏒Low Angst/HEA Guaranteed

Ellie

Before my junior year at Lincoln University, I promised myself three things. Just three.

Actually dig into the whole sorority girl bit.

Stay away from athletes.

Seriously, stay away from athletes.

When Professor Taylor posted our chem midterm partners and I got stuck with the captain of Lincoln's Ice Hockey team , I was sure I'd be able to abide by rules 2 and 3. After all, I was immune to Leo's whole 'hottest guy on campus' thing. I grew up with him— my brother's best friend .

That I've been obsessed with since I was eight.

F' me.

Leo

Senior year. Captain of the hockey team , already engaged to the NHL with the perfect union months away, my whole life mapped out ahead of me. All my dreams come true.

Except for the one with Eleanor Rhodes.

That one's reoccurring, starring her in nothing but my number and that perfect little blush that shows up every time she looks at me.

No biggies. I've worked that one out. In the shower. Numerous times. She never had a reason to get any closer than her Instagram until Professor Taylor assigned us as chem partners.

The one girl on campus who shouldn't be on my radar, yet she somehow seems to be the only one.

Snap Shot

Kameron

I was never happier than the day my mother (and grandmother) agreed that I could leave the great state of Texas to attend a college nearly two thousand blissful miles away from home.

They only agreed because:

  1. Delta is the top sorority at Lincoln University; therefore, I could and would become the third generation of Hunt women to hold the office of Delta President.
  2. Brad Kosta, my uncle, was the coach of the Lincoln Lions Ice Hockey team, and he could look after me.

I also had a secret obligation to fulfill to myself. I was going to pursue my passion—photography—and find a man to give myself to who my brothers couldn’t intimidate. A man who wouldn’t turn college into a cautionary tale of heartbreak and self-loathing, but instead a fond memory. A man who wasn’t a player, an F-boy, or some stupid jock.

The thing is, the only guy I’ve met on a campus who’s held my interest is, in fact, a jock.

Not just any jock; he’s one of Uncle Brad’s top players.

Evan

Senior year’s focus should be all about securing my spot with the Brooklyn Bears. I should be skating easy. I should be … but I’m not.

I’m about to make an enemy out of the one person I should be bowing to—Coach Kosta.

Not my fault he hired a smoke show to be our team photographer. One with hella curves, southern charm, and impeccable taste in men—me. One who confessed she’d never given herself to anyone but trusted that I’m the right man for the job.

They say, “sticks over chicks,” but whoever coined that phrase had obviously never met a girl like Kameron Kosta, the coach’s niece.

I’ll let that chick do whatever she wants to my … stick, no matter the cost.

Hot Shot

Dylan

As if losing my shot at nationals wasn’t enough, I now have to tutor the biggest player on the men’s team or get kicked off the hockey team my senior year. Not that it means sh*t anymore, anyway. Regardless, I have to play the game and rebuild my image for the sake of the team that I love— and I have to do that with him.

Bass

In my final semester at Lincoln University, Coach Kosta’s insisting I need a tutor to raise my Stats grade so I don’t tank the men's hockey team's GPA. With NHL dreams hanging in the balance, I’ll swallow my pride to prove I'm a team player. But hold onto your sticks, ladies and gents, because fate has an icy twist: Dylan Daniels, ice queen and center of Lincoln's women's ice hockey team, is going to be my tutor.

We go way back, all the way to the days we’d race in her old man's rink. My presence made her foot-stomping mad back then, and apparently, it still does. I'd hoped all those years might've thawed our chilly history, but it seems, if anything, Dylan's hatred for me has spilled over to every male athlete in her path.

It’s kind of hot.

Dylan’s not a little girl anymore, and now, she’s on my to-do list.