Lia Papad

“Can you spare me the veteran hockey player wisdom?" Lane leaned in again.

"Sure. But let me tell you something, pipsqueak." At Lane's angry glare, Jared kissed him again. "You weren't on my team, and you weren't my captain, but you taught me how to love this game again. You showed me it was ok to think more of myself than I did and believe I could do more than throw my fists around. You gave me back something I didn't even realize that I'd lost."

"You're saying it's my fault you made a sick glove save on me?"

"It was pretty sick. Wasn't it?" Jared agreed, unable to help himself. But he smiled at Lane and kissed him.”
― Avon Gale, Breakaway

“I’m so proud of you. I wanted to blow you, like, eighteen times.”
“I made thirty-four saves. Weren’t you paying attention?”
Isaac threw his head back and laughed. “Oh my God. You made a joke.”
“Who said I was joking?”
― Avon Gale, Empty Net

“But its hard to believe Coach Ashford...like he's that hot and a good guy. And bisexual? So a fucking unicorn, then.”
― Avon Gale, Power Play

“Isaac stared at Laurent and searched his warm eyes, which were just the color of melted chocolate. Maybe with bits of caramel. Great. He was thinking about Laurent’s eyes like candy. Was he hungry or horny? Hard to tell.”
― Avon Gale, Empty Net