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275 pages, Paperback
First published April 5, 2014





1. This is the 3rd book in the Rear Entrance Video series. I did not read the first 2 books. Those books concentrated on different characters, but all were present in Straight Shooter. I did feel a little lost at times because of not knowing any of the back story.
2. Pre-release buzz for this book was extremely positive from highly admired GoodRead friends, so I will be sending you over to the Straight Shooter page at the end of my review so you can read those before making your book buying and reading decision.
3. Hockey and BDSM are 2 of my absolute favorite categories in the M/M romance genre. Combined, it's close to "perfect storm" level in my book. Yee Haw!
He was a hockey player, dammit. He wasn’t fucking built to do this much thinking. Split second decisions, that was what Austin was good at.
“Austin was nothing, on his own. But in a team, even a team of two, he was a giant.”
He wanted to lose, and badly. Wanted to lose everything to Liam, be taken down to nothing, give into his terrible urges but take on none of the fault. Because it would be Liam’s fault, Liam’s responsibility. Liam’s responisbility for turning Austin and changing him and breaking him, and then it would be over and Austin would be himself again, and there’d be no guilt at all, except for whatever Liam carried.
“Being a part of a team meant conforming.”
And that’s what Austin wanted. To be overpowered and used. Sexually. He wasn’t about to start scrubbing Master Puck’s floors unless he was doing it butt naked on his hands and knees.
“As much of myself as I can, for as long as I can.”
You made me feel like there was still order in the world. Like even if it felt like everything was falling apart, I knew it never would completely, because you would always be there. In the centre.
Who needed music when you had self-hatred? Now there was a playlist that never ended, that never seemed to lose its motivational power.
Austin had this mental image of strapping down the Westboro Baptist Church and forcing them to watch gay porn until the only things they wanted to protest anymore were bad tattoos.
“Breed me.” “That’s right, buddy. And where do I breed you?” No question where this was leading. Liam lowered himself, nipping a trail down Austin’s neck to his shoulder. The pleasure of that was enough to distract Austin from the humiliating words his mouth was forming: “Breed me in my boypussy.”
Who needed music when you had self-hatred? Now there was a playlist that never ended, that never seemed to lose its motivational power.
"This time, when Austin moaned, there was nothing miserable about it. Fag. He loved and hated that word. Hated being insulted, hated being thought of as less of a man. Hated his uncontrollable reaction, that sharp feeling of arousal he felt every time he heard it used against him.
Loved that for the first time in his life, he didn't have to hide how much it affected him. The way it made him hot and hard and needy, even as he despised himself. Despised being like this."