As our offseason book club winds down, I wanted to share with you the one hockey themed romance novel I’ve read this summer that I can actually recommend. This series had the three things in it that are incredibly rare for this breed of book:
A believable romance
Actual (and accurate) descriptions of hockey
Hockey star Alexander Crossman has a reputation as a cold-hearted player on and off the rink. Pushed into the sport by an alcoholic father, Alex isn’t afraid to give fans the proverbial middle finger, relishing his role as the MVP they love to hate. Management, however, isn’t so amused. Now Alex has a choice: fix his public image through community service or ride the bench. But Alex refuses to be molded into the Carolina Cold Fury poster boy . . . not even by a tempting redhead with killer curves.
As a social worker, Sutton Price is accustomed to difficult people—like Alex, who’s been assigned to help her create a drug-abuse awareness program for at-risk youth as part of the team’s effort to clean up his image. What she doesn’t expect is the arrogant smirk from his perfect lips to stir her most heated fantasies. But Sutton isn’t one to cross professional boundaries—and besides, Alex doesn’t do relationships . . . or does he? The more she sees behind Alex’s bad-boy façade, the more Sutton craves the man she uncovers.
Said one fan girl to another fan girl, “Man, I love his puck possession AND his face.” (Spoilers, that fan girl was me.) (I might have been talking about Jamie Benn.)
Said the other fan girl back to me, “I frickin’ know, right!?” (That fan girl was my friend Steph.) (She was talking about Curtis McKenzie.)*
Last week I introduced you to 2BL’s metric for measuring the hotness aesthetic of hockey players and took a look at how the Stars’ top six forwards measured up. (Top six here, since there was some confusion on twitter, does not mean in looks. I’m talking about roster position. Clearly Patrick Eaves would be top 4 in a hotness roster, y’all.)Read More »
Though I have never played hockey at the NHL level, or any sport for that matter, I still grow a playoff beard. Admittedly the last two playoff beards I grew were in 2013 and before that 2004, (YES I am a fan of the Toronto Maple Leafs). Call it a superstition or a tradition, but the playoff beard is something I treasure like the memory of connecting to a BBS for the first time, listening to my old Modem beep bopping away, anticipating play my first day on L.O.R.D.
Back on June 9th, Mark Lazarus, NBC network’s chairman, told the Chicago Tribune many weird and wild things:
“The players won’t like this, but I wish they all would stop growing beards in the postseason,”
Ok Mark, I challenge you to knock on Brent Burns’ door and ask him to shave his beard. Better yet, call Jason Garrison and plead with him to be clean-shaven. Both men, like myself, treat their beards as artwork, requiring care and grooming 365 days a year, they would most likely give you the good ol’ BIRD. And I don’t mean a Blue Jay.
“Let’s get their faces out there. Let’s talk about how young and attractive they are. What model citizens they are. (Hockey players) truly are one of a kind among professional athletes”
Is there a chance that hockey fans out there have not watched The Mighty Ducks?
The answer is apparently yes, as Carolyn and I were DISMAYED to discover when we planned a movie night with some local friends. With that in mind, we present this review of the entire trilogy (because yes, we watched the entire trilogy in one afternoon, because you can, and because why not) to entice any other unfortunate souls who have not had the pleasure.
You know how sometimes you get tired of reading free books because they can be of such dubious quality that you finally say “man fuck it let’s try a book you have to pay for, that’s gotta be better, right?”
Sometimes you’re so, so wrong.
Amber “AJ” Johnson is a freelance writer who has one chance of winning her dream-job as a full-time staffer: capture an interview with the very private goalie of Baltimore’s hockey team, Alec Kolchak. But he’s the one man who tries her patience, even as he brings to life a quiet passion she doesn’t want to admit exists.
Alec has no desire to be interviewed–he never has, never will. But he finds himself a reluctant admirer of AJ’s determination to get what she wants…and he certainly never counted on his attraction to her. In a fit of frustration, he accepts AJ’s bet: if she can score just one goal on him in a practice shoot-out, he would not only agree to the interview, he would let her have full access to him for a month, 24/7.
It was a bet neither one of them wanted to lose…and a bet neither one could afford to win. But when it came time to take the shot, could either one of them cross the line?
In this episode, we crack Jamie Benn’s secret code, talk about our new favorite team, the Dallas Starhawks, Merrin nearly kills herself, Carolyn waves her arms around, and everybody wants to see more of Johnny Oduya.