So, it seems that my celebrity romance phase has now expanded from actors and singers to ATHLETES!!! What a time to be alive.
I’ve been inhaling this hockey series by Rachel Gibson like it’s oxygen and I’m suffocating. It’s so fucking good!!! I did skip the first book because it looks like there’s a secret baby trope and that’s not my thing, but, if it is yours, I’m sure she’s the best to ever do it, lol. I’ve even held off on starting Angelika Frankenstein by Sally Thorne because I just HAVE to finish this series, and I have no regrets!
See Jane Score is the story of Jane Alcott and “Lucky” Luc Martineau (I can’t even type his name without swooning like a nineteenth century debutante). Jane has been hired as a reporter whose task is to cover Luc’s hockey team’s… season? Is that what it’s called? No hockey where I’m from, please don’t hate me.
Anyway. She basically has to travel around with this team of untamed athletes who just want to talk shit all the time without having to worry about a sample sized reporter writing down their every unfortunate comment. Jane immediately becomes persona non grata to the team, and the one with the biggest hangup about journalists is, of course, Luc, the superstar goalie.
While Jane’s just trying to prove herself as a serious journalist and struggling with the team’s refusal to let her do so, Luc has his own personal issues, having been burdened (as he thinks of it) with raising his teenage half-sister, Marie, after her mother’s death. Marie is just a sad, moody teenager who needs a hug, and she just broke my heart.
Also, Luc is barely back in the game after injuring his knees and having to be treated for a painkiller addiction, which puts a whole lot of pressure on him.
Luc and Jane have a fiery, combative dynamic from the start; this was enemies to lovers at its best. Also, Rachel Gibson is such a pro at banter and made every single scene such a delight to read! I was in love with all the characters.
Finally, one of my favorite lines, for your reading pleasure:
“He felt as if he was sliding toward her smile, and his grasp on her leg tightened as if she were the anchor instead of the cause.”