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282 pages, Paperback
First published February 20, 2015

Baller was panting, wrecked, his lips swollen. Begging to be abused further. “Fuck,” he repeated. And then he hesitated, because he couldn't—could not—call the man he was sleeping with a stupid, childish nickname given by a bunch of overgrown boys. Not even if he wanted to. So he lowered his voice and tried something different. “Dante.”
Dante moaned and arched his hips up. Was that—?
“Dante,” he said again, and Dante let out another noise. Gabe’s stomach tightened, because that was definitely approval. “You like that, eh? Like it when I say your name?” He leaned in, placing his mouth right next to Dante’s ear. “Dante.” The whimper he got in response was beyond gratifying.
“Fuck, you’re good at this. You should-you should teach me.”
Gabe had been doing a decent job ignoring his own cock, but he wasn’t a saint-that image made him groan. “You’re a menace.”
And then Dante, whose presence Gabe had completely forgotten about in his surprise of seeing Kitty, yelled from the kitchen, “Hey, Gabe, where do you keep the maple syrup?”
Kitty met Gabe’s eyes.
Gabe panicked. “Um.”
On cue, Dante emerged from the back of the house. “Breakfast is just about-uh. Hi, Kitty.” He flushed.
Kitty looked at Gabe. “I’m hope maple syrup is for breakfast.”
My original review:
I liked Ashlyn Kanes' American Love Songs quite a lot. I enjoyed her writing, and though this book has quite a different setting (rockstars vs hockey gods) I was curious enough to pick it up.
Where I live, there is hardly a hockey culture, or it has to be fieldhockey, which is a complete different sport. But I do like to watch those hot ice hockey jocks :) So, I usually enjoy reading about them too, even though I am not familiar with all the rules and the play itself. When going into this, I knew there was quite some talk about the game itself, but I thought it wouldn't bother me a whole lot. I was wrong, unfortunately. It did bother me, I skipped quite some parts when it was all about the game that went on and on. That's not my only complaint, though. Even if the writing was good, I didn't really connect with Gabe and Dante as a couple, and not with them individually. I didn't dislike them, but just didn't feel them.
The beginning of the story felt promising, but eventually I started losing interest, specially in things going on outside their relationship. I didn't get why Gabe kept Dante at a certain distance, also why he was so afraid to trust him enough that he wanted more out of their relationship than just sex. So, considering what I expected, I must admit that I was a bit disappointed in this, but I'm sure diehard hockeyfans will love this a lot!
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Where's my 5 stars books?*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
Dante met his eyes and quirked half a smile. “Pirates and ice cream?” Under other circumstances, Gabe might hoard their ritual a little more selfishly. But like fuck could he leave their pet rookie to deal with this on his own. He could share for one night.
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