Padme's Library: 08/17/23

Thursday, August 17, 2023

📚⏳Throwback Thursday's Time Machine(Back to School Edition)⏳📚: Ryker by RJ Scott & VL Locey

Summary:
Owatonna U #1

Ryker is hockey royalty, Jacob is a poor country boy. Can two vastly different people find common ground and become the men they want to be?

Ryker comes from a long line of championship-winning hockey players. Playing college hockey to develop his game is his only focus, and nothing will stand in the way of him working to become the best player. He has no room for relationships, people that point out his flaws, or anyone who calls him on his dreams. He certainly has no place for love, and meeting Jacob is nothing but a useful distraction on the side. After all trying to get his Owatonna Eagles teammate into bed is less work and more play. When tragedy rocks his family, his charmed life crumbles, and the only person he can turn to is the same one who claims to hate him.

Jacob Benson has only known hard work and stifling conservative values his whole life. Born and raised in the small rural community of Eden Crossing, Minnesota, he’s the only son of a hard-working but struggling dairy farming family. Jacob is using his skills in hockey to finance his way to an agricultural science degree. These four years at Owatonna U. will probably be the only time he has to enjoy life, gain acceptance about his sexuality, and live openly before his inevitable return to the farm. Running into a pretty rich boy like Ryker Madsen is putting a damper on his enjoyment of life away from home. Ryker’s flip, conceited, carefree attitude grates on Jacob’s every nerve. So why, if Ryker is everything he dislikes, does he want nothing more than to explore the sinful dreams that his annoying teammate stars in every night?

Original Review October 2018:
Ryker Madsen comes from hockey legends, not exactly a silver spoon but not a hard upbringing either. Jacob Benson is from a small farming community in Minnesota, a land where hockey is steeped in tradition. When the two meet at a month long hockey camp for the summer, lives are changed. Ryker begins to look at himself through Jacob's eyes and the two find a connection beyond hockey. When they meet again on the ice at Owatonna University after Ryker transfers in, will they be able to reconnect or just make nice for the sake of the team?

WOW! I could really end my review with that one word, Ryker is just WOW! In this first entry in the new and sure-to-be-a-hit spin-off of the Harrisburg Railers, we are reacquainted with Ryker Madsen, the son of Coach Jared Madsen who we originally were introduced to in Changing Lines(Harrisburg #1). We never really saw a lot of Ryker throughout the original series but it was enough to realize he was a strong independent player who, perhaps didn't take for granted where he came from but wasn't really looking at all the pluses from outside eyes. When he meets Jacob at hockey camp he gets a chance to see himself from the other side. It was a nice change of pace to see a young character who was open to seeing someone else's angle without getting super defensive causing undo drama. No one likes to have their faults pointed out to them but most people can step aside(eventually) and accept some level of criticism for what it is: a chance to change. In my opinion it can be an overused plot point to have unnecessary drama created in that situation so I really liked how the author's dealt with this element realistically.

As for Jacob, well I'm from a small farming community in Wisconsin, western Wisconsin to be more specific and only minutes away from the Minnesota border so we have always been kind of held hostage by the Minnesota media so I am very familiar with the state's love of hockey. I remember well the uproar when the North Stars were sold and moved to Texas as well as the excitement and celebrations over getting an expansion team in the Wild. So even though I am not a hockey fan I can say with very little doubt that the authors' portrayal of Jacob's love of the sport and it being his opportunity to further his education and help the family farm is pretty spot on. I will say I had my doubts about whether I would like Jacob's parents but they turned out to be decent folks(that's as close to a spoiler in that area that you are going to get from me😉😉).

I really won't speak too much on other little factors seeing as this story partially coincides with Goal Line(Harrisburg #6) and I don't want to spoil anything for those who haven't read that one yet. I'll just add that Ryker is a tale with engaging characters, lovely settings, and the right blend of drama and romance. If asked whether you need to read Harrisburg Railers first my answer would be probably not. However, if you are asking what I would personally recommend then I say read that series first. As I said, this story partially coincides with Goal Line but plot wise you don't have to know the Railers individual stories to enjoy this spin-off but there are mentions of team members and I just think the atmosphere as a whole flows better knowing all their journeys but you won't be lost if you start with Ryker.

RATING:

Prologue

The commentator was agitated. “It looks like we have a Railer down… it’s Tennant Rowe. I can confirm that Tennant Rowe is on the ice. Is he moving? It doesn’t look as if he’s moving.”

There was so much blood. When the teams backed away, all I could see was Ten splayed on the ice as if his strings had been cut.

“Tennant Rowe isn’t moving. This looks bad. The paramedics are with him.”

The door to my room flew open, Mom standing there, white as a sheet. “Ryker.” She looked from me to the television.

“I need to go to…”

“Ian will take you where you need to go, grab some stuff. He’s getting the car out now.”

I was crying, I think, and I felt sick. So fucking sick.

All I knew was that I had to get to Dad, needed to be there for him.

And for Ten.

One

Ryker

Four months before

As much as Tennant Rowe, hockey phenom and face of the Railers franchise, tried, there was no way he was going to go undetected attending this year’s NHL draft as one of my family.

I knew that. Dad knew that.

Ten, on the other hand, was convinced that a ball cap pulled low over his face would be enough to stop anyone from knowing he was in the building.

The place filled with hundreds of potential hockey draftees, their hockey-loving parents, siblings, coaches, and managers of all the NHL teams, camera crews, and anyone else who’d managed to get a seat in the vast auditorium.

“It’s not going to work,” I said, tugging the bill of the cap lower over Ten’s forehead.

“I just won’t look anyone in the eye.” Ten used a single finger to push the cap back up again.

Dad thrust his cell phone in front of Ten and wiggled it a little.

“I can’t read it if you keep moving it,” Ten muttered, and held Dad’s hand still.

Dad huffed and read it out. “Ten-Watch have one hundred and ten thousand ‘yes’ votes on a poll of whether you’ll be here to support your, and I quote, sexy husband and his adorable son.”

I couldn’t help the snigger that escaped me at that point. Ten-Watch was a fanatical group of Railers’ hockey fans who had decided Ten was edible, and yes, those were the words they used. Dad and I figured on the account as well. Jared Madsen, a former hard man of the NHL, had been labeled as the sexy husband. I was the adorable son, and it never failed to make me smile, given there were only a few years between Ten and me. I quite liked being called adorable as long as people remembered I was also a hockey player, but Dad found the whole sexy-husband-of-an-NHL-star discomforting.

Ten leaned into Dad and kissed him, then patted his cheek. “You are sexy,” he pointed out.

Which led to Dad huffing and then kissing him back. I loved the small shows of affection I saw between them. Mom and Dad had divorced some time back, and even though she was happily married to Ian, the stockbroker, and they had three kids (all girls) together, I’d always worried Dad would stay alone.

Then he’d met Ten, and they were ridiculously good together. I always got the warm and fuzzies when they were so comfortable, laughing and kissing, and just being in love.

One day I would have that as well. One day, I would meet the perfect person. After hockey, of course. I had an entire NHL career spread out in front of me, and I was going to put everything I had into that. Romance could wait awhile.

“Ready to do this, son?” Dad took one last shot at straightening my tie.

I let him fix it. This was his day as well, and I’d already had Mom straightening the tie before she’d left to find her seat, along with Ian and my half-sisters, Sophia, Ava and Lilly.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I reassured him and pushed back my shoulders. I wasn’t a star as Ten had been at his draft. I wasn’t first-round pick material, but I was an excellent two-hundred-foot skater, with skills, and three generations of hockey experience behind me. I had a future, and I felt it in my bones that I would be picked by a team today. This is what every young hockey player dreams of, to be picked by a national team and being nurtured by them so that a man could do precisely what he wanted to do with his life.

“Your grandpa is all serious and proud today,” Dad warned me.

“It’s fine; we’re good,” I reassured him and smiled to underline just how happy I was that my family was there. Even if one of them was my grandpa, whom I called GP, and who wanted me to go straight into playing at national level, even if I knew I wasn’t ready just yet. I could deal with GP and had no qualms about telling him exactly how I felt. He’d also straightened my tie, which seemed to be a thing, then hugged me and told me to do well.

He expected me to do well, always had. Only he was convinced his way, of playing professionally at a young age, was the only route to making a career for myself. Dad, on the other hand, told me I had choices and helped me see that college hockey for a few years was a good option.

“Okay, we’re making our way down.” Dad patted my arm. “You have ten minutes, okay?”

The door flew open and startled us all, but I relaxed when I saw Andy Foster, fellow player and potential draft pick, also a friend from college, possibly the only one I really had. His grin turned to an expression of awe when he realized he’d burst in on family time, and then it transformed into an adoring stare as he realized Tennant Rowe was in the room. I’d seen it happen before, and one day, I am sure one of my hockey friends would actually bow in front of Ten.

“God, I’m a huge fan,” he said to Ten and held out a hand to shake.

Ten was gracious, friendly, and then tugged down the hat again.

I snorted another laugh and cuffed Andy around the head as Ten and Jared left.

“He’s just another guy,” I said, dodging Andy’s retaliation as he went to muss my hair. “Hey, no one touches the hair.”

I checked in the mirror one last time. If I got picked today, no, not if, when, then the photo they took of me in my new team’s jersey would be one I kept forever. I needed to look good.

I was cursed with my mom’s curls, but the compromise was having to get it cut and styled every four weeks so it appeared controlled, even after I’d been wearing a helmet. I’d shaved without managing to cut myself, messed with my hair using a ton of product. There was nothing else to do.

“What’s your seat number?”

I picked up my pass. “D47.”

Andy waved his in front of my nose. “E46, right behind you.”

We headed for the arena, and even though I’d seen the draft on television every year since I was old enough to know what it was, I stopped in awe when I entered the main hall. Where there usually was ice, there was a sea of tables, each one occupied by an NHL team, thirty-two of them, and huddled around the tables were general managers, coaches, owners, all frantically passing notes between each other. I spotted the owner of Boston conversing with the head coach of the Dragons, deep in discussion, probably deciding the fate of a draft pick today.. I wondered if it was me they were talking about. I’d be cool with either of those teams, staying up in the Northeast.

Of course, it wasn’t about me. They would be wheeling and dealing about one of the new generational talents, no doubt.

I took my seat and bumped elbows with Dad, glancing around him at Ten who was slumped, unsuccessfully hiding in his seat. Then I turned the other way to Mom and Ian, and saw my sisters chattering excitedly. That enthusiasm would probably wane after a while; the draft was a long process, and as they were aged between six and nine, the likelihood of them getting bored was quite high, despite the iPads they had on their knees. Grandpa was here as well, and he nodded at me. That was pretty much all I was going to get from him.

The noise died, signaling the start of it all, and our attention turned to the podium. This year’s draft had begun.

I only began to panic when it neared the end of the first round. Each team got to pick an up-and-coming player on each round unless they’d traded away that right for some reason, and I hadn’t been picked up yet. Dad had said I was first-round material, but what if he was wrong?

Next up were the Arizona Raptors, who were not on the list of teams I wanted to play for. I had a feeling for who I thought would be the best fit, and the Raptors had a reputation that made me feel a hundred kinds of uncomfortable. They were the dark team of the NHL, the ones with the most fights, the dirty hits, and players with bad reputations. This was where the hard guys played, with their shady moves and constantly getting up in other players faces. I wanted a team that played hockey with skill and speed. Maybe I would go top of the second round. That wouldn’t be so bad.

The manager of the Raptors, a short, rotund guy with thinning hair, went up to the podium, and the arena hushed as it had done every time. He waffled a little about how honored he was to be here, thanked Vancouver for hosting, talked about its hockey heritage, and how beautiful the city was, and then he cleared his throat.

“The Arizona Raptors are proud to select, from Leicester college…”

My heart sank. There was only Andy and me there from Leicester, and the word was the Raptors were looking for wingers, not D-men like Andy. Shit. Shit. Shit. I didn’t know whether to be afraid or ecstatic.

Dad tensed next to me. “It will be okay,” he murmured, just for me to hear.

“… Ryker Madsen!” the manager finished.

Everyone in my group cheered. I stood, and Dad hugged me, Mom was crying and kissing my hair, GP smiled broadly, his chest puffed out with pride, and Ten whooped, throwing his hat in the hair, caution be damned. Sophia, Ava and Lilly stood on their chairs, and then Ava jumped onto me and clung to me like a monkey, squealing loudly.

Mom peeled her off with Ian’s help. Then I had to leave them all abruptly and do the next bit on my own.

I’d been drafted. First round. Pick twenty-six out of the hundreds of guys my age.

Drafted to the Arizona Raptors.

My stomach felt a little touchy, and my palms were damp, but my excitement overtook any immediate worries I had, and I headed to the stage, shaking hands, pulling on the brown-and-gold jersey of the Raptors, and posing for the photograph.

“Good things,” the manager was saying, pumping my hand and grinning widely. “I see good things for you. We’re building a franchise… high hopes… development… college… three-year plan…” he repeated the same things as I stood dumb, listening.

I couldn’t hear everything he was saying, but I gave the answer he expected. “I’m excited for the chance,” I said back.

And I was.

I mean, I really was excited. An NHL team had chosen me. I would be at college, developing my skills, working hard, and in three years, I would be out on the ice as part of the Raptors. Unless they wanted me sooner, of course.

I might fuck up somewhere or get injured or not make the cut, but none of that was worth worrying about right now.

Maybe the Raptors would want me straight away. I had completed my first year of college, and I’d promised Dad I’d give it another year, but when all you want to do is play hockey, then learning algebra or writing essays on Shakespeare or studying for exams was pointless. Maybe I’d join the Raptors earlier. Who needed college anyway?

I was the captain of my own destiny, and right now, in this arena, I was invincible.

Andy was taken in the third round, by the Boston team, and Ten had a lot to say about that. In fact, he had something to say about every draft pick: detailed summaries, pros, cons, the kind of game they played. He lived and breathed hockey, which is what made him one of the best.

Thing was, even when we were at dinner, celebrating the draft and the fact I’d been picked, he still hadn’t summarized me.

He was sitting next to me, chatting at length with the youngest of my sisters, Lilly, explaining how birds flew or something that sounded like it. I doubted it was scientifically correct when I heard the word magic, but Lilly was transfixed. Only when he’d finished did I nudge him with my elbow. He side-eyed me and nudged me back. We had that kind of friendship, one that drove my Dad mad at times.

“How would you sum me up?” I asked him outright.

He blinked at me, then looked me up and down while chewing on a fry.

“Too skinny, and you leave your towels on the floor.”

I shoved him, and he made an exaggerated fall backward, scooping a squealing Lilly with him as he went. Dad got involved then, asking what the hell was going on, with a long-suffering sigh.

“The kids are at it again,” he murmured, and Ten started laughing, infectiously.

When Ten stopped laughing, he grew more serious, turned to me and grasped my shoulders.

“Graceful, imaginative, an explosive skater with breakaway speed, who will go faster with conditioning and training. You have balance and the ability to control the puck at high speeds, and that’s only matched by a few others at your pick level in this draft. You’re extremely shifty, and sometimes you get too arrogant and don’t pass, but you can change gears effortlessly, especially to the outside. Skills for chipping and retrieving the puck into an open area, then turning it into a high-quality scoring chance are good. You make hard, crisp passes on both forehand and backhand, and at times you can be tough to contain and seal off. You show frustration when things don’t go your way, but you don’t lose your temper. You have hockey smarts, and with time, Ryker Madsen, I would be honored to have you playing on my wing.”

Tears pricked my eyes, and I swallowed because I wasn’t going to damn well cry in front of a tableful of my family.

GP made a noise of disagreement, and I heard him start to explain how Ten was wrong. I didn’t need to know what I was bad at, because I was ready for the big leagues. I also heard Dad and Mom both hush him.

Ten peered at me. “Shit, did I make you cry?”

I punched him. “Obviously not, asshole,” I muttered and then covered my emotion by eating my pasta.

But we elbowed each other, and it didn’t matter that I didn’t have too many friends at college or that I was seen as some weird, freaky way to get to Ten or the Railers.

I had my Mom, always in my corner. My Dad, fiercely protective and a cool dude. My sisters who made my life brighter and who would, under no circumstances, ever date a hockey player. And I had Ten in my corner, and he had faith in my skills. Even my grandpa was proud of me, and I could handle his interference most of the time.

Mostly I had family who cared about me.; I was blessed and the luckiest guy alive.

And I also had hockey.

When we got home, Dad parked his Land Rover next to a shiny silver Mercedes. Not a new car. It had been decorated with a huge red ribbon and a sign that said, Congratulations, Ryker. I could see the brand-new sticks and skates arranged on the hood, along with a whole pile of Railers’ stuff. Talk about the perfect end to a perfect day!

Dad handed me the key.

“The car is from me and your mom. Ten added all the other stuff. That should set you up,” he said a little gruffly.

We got out of his car, and he hugged me.

“I love you, Dad, thank you.”

“I love you too, Ry. Be happy, okay?”

Yep, I was blessed.

Saturday's Series Spotlight

Harrisburg Raptors

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Owatonna U

Part 1 / Part 2

Arizona Raptors

Part 1 / Part 2

Boston Rebels

Part 1 / Part 2

Hockey Universe

Xmas Edition

Part 1 / Part 2

Road to the Stanley Cup Edition

Part 1

Father's Day Edition

Part 1

Chestorford Coyotes

Off the Ice

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RJ Scott

Writing love stories with a happy ever after – cowboys, heroes, family, hockey, single dads, bodyguards

USA Today bestselling author RJ Scott has written over one hundred romance books. Emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, single dads, hockey players, millionaires, princes, bodyguards, Navy SEALs, soldiers, doctors, paramedics, firefighters, cops, and the men who get mixed up in their lives, always with a happy ever after.

She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing. The last time she had a week’s break from writing, she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a box of chocolates she couldn’t defeat.

VL Locey

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee.

(Not necessarily in that order.)

She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and two Jersey steers.

When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand.