Thursday, September 5, 2024

πŸ‘΄⏳Throwback Thursday's Time Machine(Grandparents Day Week)⏳πŸ‘΅: Texas Family by RJ Scott



Summary:

Texas #4
Jack and Riley Campbell-Hayes begin a journey that will change their lives forever.

Set against the backdrop of the Double D, the cast of the Texas books face changes that won’t leave a single one of them untouched.

Jack and Riley want to extend their small family of three. Their first choice is surrogacy with Jack as the father and when all this begins smoothly both men can't help but contemplate at what point would things go wrong. After all, their lives are far from normal and nothing is ever smooth.

Add a small four year old boy in foster care into the mix and suddenly things become a whole lot more complicated.


Original Review October 2013:
Not only was this an amazing entry in the lives of Jack and Riley, but a true testament of family and that family isn't always about blood or perfect. Jack and Riley compliment each other so completely that it's hard to remember how they were when they first got their start in book 1. Even though this book centers around the new additions to their family, the boys haven't lost any of their passion, lust, or love for each other. They can still get the other worked up with just a look.

Overall Series Re-Read Review 2018:
I seriously have no idea what more I can say about Texas that I haven't already.  This is the series that brought me into the world of published M/M genre so Jack & Riley Campbell-Hayes and the Double D universe will always hold a special place in my heart.  No matter how many times I read this series, I always smile, cry, laugh, and just completely escape into their world.  I may never experience that first time adrenaline rush but it still gets my blood pumping and heart racing.  Texas is not just Jack and Riley's journey, yes they are the primary leads but we also get to see their children, their family, their friends all navigate life on and off the ranch.  The Double D has a way of bringing people together, giving them hope and purpose, a fresh start, a place to grow and become who they are meant to be, but at the heart of each story is just that: heart.  When RJ Scott wrote The Heart of Texas, I doubt she had any idea what she started, how far it would go or how many people it would touch but I'm just glad she gave life to Jack and Riley and everything that came from their love.  This is one series that isn't getting old any time soon for me.

Audiobook Overall Series Review 2019:
As I've said many times before, RJ Scott's Texas series was the first published M/M genre book that I read so they will always hold a place of pride in my heart.  No matter how many times I read or listen to the journey Jack and Riley Campbell-Hayes, their friends and family take I never tire of it.  The characters and the paths they take are so real, so honest, the good and the bad, the heartache and the healing, it never fails to put a smile on face.

As for the audio versions, I can't imagine anyone other than Sean Crisden bringing these stories to life.  Sean's voice make Jack, Riley, and the whole Texas family(which grows with each entry because its not just blood that connects everyone) real.  Honestly I felt as if I looked up I'd see Jack with Solo Cal out in the yard or Riley on the floor with his maps.

If you haven't read/listened to Texas before I highly recommend giving it a go but it is a series needed to be experienced in order.  I warn you though Jack and Riley can be addictive, you'll never want to say goodbye and now thanks to audio you really don't have toπŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰.

RATING:



Chapter 1 
~October~
Jack knew exactly where he would find Riley. This early in the morning, if the bed was empty of his husband and Hayley was missing as well, then Riley would be out behind the house in the newest addition to the Double D. The pool. Seventy-five feet of water and Jack loved to watch Riley carve his way through every inch of the distance. The extra part to the ranch had been Riley’s idea, and he was teaching Hayley to swim. Having the two of them in the wood and brick building was enough of an excuse for Jack to grab some coffee and go to join them after finishing early morning chores. He had used the pool, but it wasn’t really his thing to swim up and down. He preferred getting his exercise with his clothes on. Unless, of course, Riley was involved, then clothes off was the default setting. Riley, on the other hand, was evidently half fish, and Hayley appeared to have inherited that part of her Daddy.

Today was the first meeting with the clinic, and neither he nor Riley had really slept last night. They’d talked until the early morning—going over what they wanted so they’d be ready. The reality of a ten am meeting in downtown Dallas was enough to shake Jack. He couldn’t believe they were finally doing this, but he and Riley were in total agreement. They wanted a brother or sister for Hayley, whatever they had to do to get there.

He pushed through the new door from the back of the house into the pool atrium. This was where the showers were and the changing area if it was needed. He toed off his boots and socks. This next thirty minutes was his idea of a break after his early chores. The sound of Hayley squealing had him smiling, and he arrived just as she flew through the air and sank beneath the water with a splash. Riley grinned up at him. He didn’t look tired; if anything he looked energized and happy.

Jack couldn’t help smiling back. His husband was so damn sexy, all wet and gorgeous. “Is that some new swimming technique you’re teaching?” he asked.

“It’s called the patented Daddy dive,” Riley said seriously. Then he ducked under the water to hide as Hayley rose to the surface spluttering and laughing. She dived under again almost immediately and didn’t notice Jack watching. He made himself comfortable on one of the recliners and waited. Hayley had a few minutes before she needed to get ready for school, and he hated being the one to spoil her fun.

“Pappa!” she shouted and splashed over to him as soon as she caught sight of him. “Did you see? I can hold my breath for hours and hours now.”

“I saw,” Jack said immediately. Then he looked pointedly at his watch and saw her wrinkle her nose in reaction. “Time to get ready for school.”

“Already?” she whined. Even her whine sounded like Riley when he was forced out of bed early.

“Sorry, babe, remember Robbie’s taking you to school this morning and he’s already in the car.” He added the last with a wink.

“He so isn’t,” she said and stuck out her tongue. She didn’t argue though and was out and giving Jack a damp hug before running into the main house for a shower and to get dressed. Riley floated to the edge of the pool and leaned on the side with his head on crossed arms.

“Mornin’,” he said. “Where’s my kiss?”

Jack shrugged and pointed to his lips. “Up here on the side of the pool like every other time you ask.”

“Damn it, Jack, one day you’ll get close enough, and I’ll pull you into this pool with me.”

“We have a perfectly good shower, you know,” Jack replied. They exchanged the same words every morning, and the familiarity of them made him smile.

Riley wrinkled his nose, and for a second he looked exactly like Hayley, or rather Hayley looked like him. Then he added something new to the morning exchange. “I was thinking…”

“Always a bad thing,” Jack smirked.

Riley ignored him. “We should lock all the doors and make love in the water.”

Jack sat upright on the chair. “We don’t have the time,” he said quickly. Thank God his brain was thinking better than his cock, which was already showing definite interest in getting near Riley in the pool.

“Not today.” Riley heaved himself up and out of the water in a smooth movement, then shook his hair like a shaggy dog. Jack jumped when splatters of water hit his skin. Then he inhaled sharply as Riley took the few steps closer to him. “I’d want to take it slow and take my time bringing you to the edge so many times you’re begging me.” He was thick and erect, and the tight swim shorts left nothing to the imagination. Water sheeted down six four of toned muscled perfection, and Jack’s jeans were suddenly the tightest they’d ever been. Over three years and he still couldn’t get enough of the man who was the other half of him.

“Jeez, Riley,” Jack breathed. “We only have a few minutes, and we need to get Hayley…”

Riley stopped right in front of him and placed his hands on his hips.

Jack wriggled in the seat, and then in a smooth move he stood and had semi-naked Riley in his arms. There was only so much temptation he could take before his iron will snapped like brittle candy. They kissed hard and fast, and Riley walked them back until Jack felt the door handle against his ass. Maybe they couldn’t go slow, but they could sure get each other off in the space of a few minutes. Effectively blocking the only exit apart from the fire door, no one could accidentally come in and find them; no one would know what they were doing. They could kiss and Jack could slip a hand into Riley’s shorts as easy as anything. As soon as his fingers pushed past the cotton and closed around Riley’s hard cock, he sighed into the kiss. He wanted this so badly. Riley was his addiction and every day, every hour, every goddamned minute, he wanted to connect with him.

Riley used a knee to encourage Jack to spread his legs a little, then shuffled to slouch a little—just enough so that when Riley pulled at buttons and cotton, he could have Jack’s cock rubbing against his own. Jack smacked his head back against the wall and whimpered with a curse on his lips. Riley took immediate advantage. He locked his lips to Jack’s throat and began to bite a path of kisses and touches from throat to chin and then back to claim Jack’s lips again.

“I love you,” he whispered before deepening the kiss. Jack slipped his other hand between them and yanked at the cotton that pressed into his fingers. Finally he could move his hand under to gently play with Riley’s balls as they moved against each other. Riley’s breathing hitched, and he let out his own whimper at the touch. They knew each other so well, which buttons to press, where to touch, and all too soon Riley was spilling over Jack’s hand with Jack not long after. They stood in the embrace against the wall for a few seconds before they separated. Riley glanced down at his hand and grimaced.

He looked over his shoulder at his pristine pool, his pride and joy, then back at his hand.

“Maybe we should stick to the barn,” he said.

Jack couldn’t help but laugh. “Guess no sex in the pool after all, then,” he said.

Riley quirked a smile. “No.” They kissed and Jack couldn’t have been more in love at that single moment than he had ever been.

“I love you, het-boy.”

They kissed again but this time when Riley pulled back, he looked thoughtful. “You ready for the meeting?” he asked gently.

Jack sighed. “As ready as I’ll ever be to justify why we want to grow our family.”

“I don’t think it’s like that. I don’t think we’ll need to justify a damn thing,” Riley said fiercely. “And if we do, then we leave and we find somewhere else to help us. It’s that easy. I need to eat,” he added.

“You always need to eat,” Jack said.

“Today is a day for bacon,” Riley said firmly. Then with a grin, he indicated they should go through the door, and Jack followed. They stopped at the sink and washed their hands; then with a few more snatched kisses they made their way to the kitchen.

Riley fell on the coffee as if he hadn’t had any in days. Jack watched from his seat where he nursed his own coffee as Riley virtually inhaled the first cup followed by two muffins and the bacon he fried on the stove.

“Done?” he asked wryly as Riley slid into the chair opposite him.

Riley patted his flat stomach. “Done,” he said.

“Daddy, can you tie this for me?” Hayley, dressed in the navy and red uniform of the Bryant Faraday School for Girls, came and stood next to Riley. She handed over a bright red tie.

Without argument or discussion, Riley pulled back Hayley’s long blonde hair and tied it expertly with a few twists of his hands. Jack tried but he never quite managed to get her hair looking quite as cute as Riley did. Riley grabbed her in for a close hug, but she pushed him away quickly.

“Don’t crease me,” she said quickly. “We have school photos today.”

Riley pouted his best daddy-pout. “Can I at least get a kiss?” Hayley placed a smacking kiss on his cheek, then stepped back.

“Do I look okay?” She smoothed a hand over her skirt and frowned down at herself. Jack thought she’d never looked prettier than at that moment.

“Gorgeous, sweetie,” Riley offered. “No running off with the photographer.”

“I’m only a kid,” she huffed. Seeming to need some more reassurance, she turned to Jack. “Pappa? What do you think?”

“Always gorgeous,” Jack replied. He got a similar kiss to Riley’s, and then she left the kitchen in a hurry.

“Remind me to clean the shotguns for when the boys visit,” Riley said with a small groan.

A knock on the door interrupted what Jack was about to say and was followed by Robbie poking his head around the corner. “Mornin’, did we need anything besides me checking on the feed order?” he asked.

“Nope, we’re good,” Jack answered. “Thank you again for taking Hayley to school.”

“No worries. Tell her I’ll be in the car waiting.”

Robbie closed the door behind him, and Jack looked pointedly at Riley. They’d spent a long time talking about building another place on the property for Robbie and Eli—after all, they couldn’t live the rest of their lives in the apartment over the barn. The only thing stopping them was Riley talking to Eli. Jack could swing Robbie by saying it was part of his salary here, but Eli would know different. Riley was an open book, and his sweeping statement about building a place for the new couple had been met by an outburst of stubborn pride from Eli.

“I’ll talk to Eli,” Riley said quickly. “As soon as this morning is out of the way. Okay? I promise.”

“And you actually will?” Jack asked.

“Daddy, sign this,” Hayley interrupted, and Jack could see the relief clearly written on Riley’s face. Riley and Eli arguing wasn’t a nice thing for anyone—each was as stubborn and intractable as the other.

“What is it, hun?” he asked as she laid the paper flat on the table. Jack glanced at the heading and groaned inwardly. Careers day meant only one thing to Riley. Him standing in front of a room of Hayley’s classmates talking about ethical oil exploration and coming home to say he’d watched each one of them die a death through boredom. Riley could talk passionately to adults all day about what he did, but he seemed to struggle with Hayley’s cohort. Last time he’d nearly convinced Jack that it was his turn to go and, in his words, do something horsey. Because, as he pointed out, little girls liked horses.

Unfortunately for Riley, Jack had been away delivering Catty to her owners, which left Riley home alone with nowhere to hide.

“Are you sure you want me to do this again?” Riley asked carefully. “Last time I could swear your friend Abbey was sleeping through the whole thing.”

“’Course I want you to,” Hayley said immediately. “You could make a ‘hunt the oil’ game up or something. Or Pappa can do it—he can talk about the horses.” She glanced at Jack, who smiled at her. Every so often he realized she hesitated before asking him to do things at the school or helping her with her homework. He didn’t have to have a degree in childcare to know what that meant, and he resolved to sort out the issue. He wanted Hayley to look on him as a dad that didn’t just deal with the fun stuff like horse riding. But first he couldn’t resist teasing Riley.

Jack nodded. “Hunt the oil sounds good.”

Riley looked at him meaningfully and narrowed his eyes. He knew Jack was laughing at him, and Jack really tried his hardest to not let the mirth escape.

“If it’s okay with you, Hayley, I’d love to take my turn,” Jack asked.

“Are you sure, Pappa? I know you’re busy and all…”

“I would love to. Maybe after school we could write down some ideas?”

“That would be so cool,” she said. Then she pushed the piece of paper to him, and Jack scribbled his name at the bottom and indicated in the information box what he would be talking about. Then she dropped the bombshell. “Megan Hunter’s dad is on the same morning as you.”

Riley snorted into his coffee. “Aiden Hunter, the actor? The one from the action films with the multimillion dollar box office returns. The one married to the model. That’s Megan’s dad, isn’t it?”

“Yep, Megan’s really cool.”

Jack listened with dread growing in the pit of his stomach. Riley had lucked out on this one. Jack was going up against an actor? How sexy could he make horses compared to red carpets and action movies? Hayley grabbed the letter, kissed both her dads goodbye, and left. As soon as they heard the car leave, Riley collapsed in hysterical laughter over the table.

“You are so screwed,” Riley said between crying with laughter. “You against Aiden Hunter. At least I had Emma Granger’s mom, and she’s a professor of physics and was as dry as a cracker.”

“I might be ill that day. Or I’ll send Robbie, he can take Eli and some models,” Jack said thoughtfully.

Riley stopped laughing. “You wouldn’t?”

Jack stood and stretched tall. He needed a shower and to get dressed for this meeting. Walking behind Riley, he dug his fingers in his husband’s hair and used the grip to tilt his head back. The kiss was long and drawn out.

“I wouldn’t,” he said as he pulled back. “I’d do anything for our daughter. Even go up against a Hollywood sex god.”

When he saw the sappy look on Riley’s face, he knew he’d said the right thing. He was still feeling a million feet tall after being on the receiving end of one of Riley’s beautiful smiles as he walked down the corridor to the bathroom. Half an hour to make himself look less cowboy and more responsible dad, and he’d be ready to go.

He showered quickly and shaved as close as he could, and then he stood uncertainly in front of the closet he shared with Riley. His side was jeans, one suit, a couple of shirts. What would Riley wear? He’d probably dress in one of those damn suits of his. Gently, Jack ran his hands over the sleeve of the nearest one, then sniffed it. The scent of Riley was on everything, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Time to act like a grown up, he told himself. He was a horseman but he also ran a successful business. Decision made, he pulled out his only suit jacket and pants, and he dressed quickly before he could change his mind. He was fiddling with the tie when Riley came back in the bedroom. Glancing in the mirror, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and he stopped with the tie.

“What are you wearing?” he asked incredulously. Riley was in dark jeans and a button-down shirt. Jack turned to face his husband.

Riley shook his head. “I could ask the same thing.”

Jack went into defensive mode. “I wanted to show them I wasn’t just some cowboy—I didn’t want to let you down.” Damn. He never meant to add that last part.

Riley crossed the room and placed his hands on Jack’s arms. “And I didn’t want to come over as being up myself.” He rested his forehead against Jack’s and chuckled under his breath. “What are we doing here?” he asked wryly.

“Being something we’re not.” Jack closed his eyes. “They’ll see right through it, won’t they?”

“Change for me,” Riley said quickly. He released his hold on Jack, then rummaged in the closet before pulling out dark jeans and a white button-down. Finally he dragged out Jack’s best boots and stood back.

Jack considered the clothes, then looked at Riley. Copying his husband’s actions, Jack located the suit he loved Riley in most and a shirt, then added a tie to the pile.

“Change for me,” Jack repeated. “Let’s be who we are from the start.”

Riley stole a quick kiss, and then in a rush of skin and curses, the two men stood next to each other in the mirror. Jack never grew tired of seeing Riley, but looking at them side by side, with Riley in the dark suit, his blond hair short and spiked in a tidy style, immaculate and cool, and him in his jeans, his face smooth but his dark hair a little more unstructured, Jack had only one thought in his head:

We fit.

The nerves grew as they left the Double D, and neither of them spoke as Riley drove his 4x4 down the potholed road that led to the exit of the ranch. Jack vowed that this time next week those damn holes would be fixed after all these years. Riley stopped the car at the junction and crossed his hands on the steering wheel.

“You okay?” Jack asked, concerned.

“Yeah. No.” Riley sounded as confused and concerned as Jack felt. “What if we don’t find anyone, what if no one wants to carry a child for us, because of who we are?”

Jack wanted to join in with the questioning. After all, it was only what he felt in his own head, but instead, hearing Riley vocalize the same thing gave Jack the perspective to see things more clearly.

“What’s not to like?” he began. “And Riley, if we can’t do it this way, then we can adopt, whatever, but we’ll always have Hayley.”

Riley nodded, and then after a short pause he took the turn toward the city. Only when the Dallas skyline came into view did they begin to talk again. This time, instead of worries and concerns, they began to talk about possibilities.

Jack relaxed back in his seat as tension seeped away.

After all, what could go wrong?



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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.


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Wednesday, September 4, 2024

πŸ’»Blogger ReviewπŸ’»: Spiral by RJ Scott & VL Locey



Summary:

LA Storm #4
When the worlds of academia and sports collide, a doctor of math and a dyslexic hockey star find that love has its own perfect equation.

Craig learned to skate as soon as he could walk, moving from figure skating to excelling in hockey and succeeding in both despite the challenges of his dyslexia. Visual aids, practical, hands-on learning, and the support of friends not only helped him in school but also honed his skills on the ice, making him a versatile and intuitive player. When he meets Jamie at a team party, Craig is instantly captivated by the handsome professor. Despite the lasting effects of a former abusive relationship that’s still haunting him, they end up in bed. Craig’s insecurities drive him away—after all, what can a professor possibly see in someone like him? His past relationship makes trusting Jamie hard. Thankfully, Jamie is not only persistent but also understanding, and despite his worries, Craig can’t help but say yes. Falling for Jamie is as easy as slipping on fresh ice.

After his ex from hell stole his research and made him the academic community's laughingstock, Dr. Jameson “Jamie” Hennessy decided to reset his life and moved across the country to live with his best friend. With everything he worked so hard for now gone, Jamie needs funding to stay on the West Coast, and for that, he needs a new approach to his research. After one too many drinks at a team party, things heat up with a sexy hockey player he can’t take his eyes off, but after the most incredible sex of his life, Craig leaves him alone in a cold bed the morning after. When Jamie’s admiration for Craig and his obsession with mathematics collide, a new hypothesis about movement in sports is born. Could Craig be the answer he wasn’t even looking for?



I have to start off by saying how much I love the fact that so many of the amazing characters created by Scott & Locey for their ongoing hockey universe have flaws(I don't really like that word but can't think of a better one to encompass so many hurdles they find before them).  Some are physical, others are emotional, but none of them are just thrown in for dramatic content.  It just really makes them all so much more real, makes the reader feel as if they could run into them on the street, picking up toilet paper at the grocery store, or filling their car up and grabbing a gallon of milk at the gas station. Some might have an ego due to their talents on the ice but they don't look down at the non-athletes they come in contact with so thank you, ladies for creating athletes we wish we saw all the time.

Okay, so on to Spiral.

When we met Jamie in Shield, it was pretty clear he deserved to have his story told and we were not disappointed.  His professional reputation has been tested due to his former boyfriend stealing his research so he moved across the country to stay his with his best friend Oliver and return to helping him with his girls.  (Side note: we discovered Oliver's story in Shield so I highly recommend reading that entry before Spiral to fully understand the chemistry between not only Jamie and Oli but also Oli's boyfriend Jackson) Oli and Jackson are having a party for the Storm during which Jamie meets Craig, despite mutual attraction it takes a few too many drinks for a bedroom connection to occur.  With everything surrounding Jamie's professional life in the fire his attitude is uplifting, no doubt Oli, the girls, and Jackson(though Jamie would hate to admit itπŸ˜‰) play a huge role in keeping the man sane.

Let's talk Craig.  Many of us(perhaps I'm dating myself here and really it isn't so many of us but I'll say it isπŸ˜‰) have seen the 90s rom-com The Cutting Edge where the hockey player transitioned to figure skating after an eye injury and here we have Craig going the opposite route, skating to hockey.  Personally I think it would be harder to go from skating to hockey, to put it bluntly: to go from delicate moves to hard hitting but maybe I'm wrong.  Either way I think it brings a special extra something to his style, on and off the ice.  Throw in his dyslexia and you have a man who has fought to get where he is and that isn't even taking into account his former abusive relationship.  Add it all up and Craig is a fighter and though he may not always see it, he's a winner.(BTW: I am not comparing Spiral to Cutting Edge in anything other than the change of sport for the athlete)

Put the two gentleman together and you not only have an adorable couple but you have two men who have fought uphill to be where they are and their chemistry is off the charts but will it be enough to keep them together? Well, you know the answer to that: you have to read for yourself but as we all know that Scott & Locey are all about the HEA so I think you guess where they end up but the enjoyment, the meat and potatoes, the reader's adrenaline rush is riding along with the duo as they get from point A to point Z.  You won't be disappointed.

RATING:




Chapter One
Jamie
I carefully placed the last mini sandwiches onto the colorful platter, stepping back to admire the spread of finger food that Scarlett, Daisy, and I had managed to whip up. The table was an artful mess of snacks created by me. I’d channeled my British father and my mom, former Miss Maine, who’d taken to living near London and being a Brit with extreme enthusiasm. They’d given me a mathematical brain, dual passports, an English accent, and a love of afternoon tea. I’d made tiny sandwiches, cruditΓ©s, dips, small cakes, and, of course, scones and all the extras—ready for the afternoon crowd of ravenous hockey players and their families.

“Looks like we could feed an army, huh?” I chuckled, glancing down at Scarlett, who meticulously rearranged the carrot sticks.

She beamed up at me, her blue eyes sparkling with pride. “Dad’s going to eat at least half of these,” she declared confidently, her gaze sliding over to the sandwiches.

With her light blonde hair bouncing as she nodded vigorously, Daisy added, “And Jackson likes the sandwiches best. He told me last time!” Her tiny finger pointed toward the pile of sandwiches adorned with various toppings.

I smiled at their excitement. “Well, then, I think we’ve done a stellar job. High five, team!” I raised my hand, and they both smacked it with giggles.

Loud clattering on the stairs announced Oliver and Jackson’s arrival from upstairs. I turned to see them descending the staircase, ready with a joke about a herd of elephants, Oliver’s hand briefly clasping Jackson’s. The two men, hopelessly in love, shared a quick, tender kiss at the bottom—a simple moment of affection that sent an unexpected twinge of envy through my chest.

I turned back to the table, arranging the LA Storm napkins to distract myself—I’d spent two hours sourcing the perfect purple for the table and the balloons. It’s not that I expected people to notice this, but as my dad said, if something is worth doing, then it’s worth doing right. I’d chosen an afternoon tea motif. I’d even hung bunting over the counters, and there were sandwiches, proper crisps I’d found in a trendy shop in Santa Monica, plus scones with pots of jam and cream. Or jelly, as Oli liked to call it, which is weird given that jelly is what I used to have as a kid. Back in the UK, our jelly was wobbly and sweet, unlike what Americans called jam. There was also a barbecue, but that was for later. First, the heathens making up the LA Storm would be introduced to the more sophisticated side of British cuisine—the perfect scone.

“Looks good, guys,” Oliver said and clapped my shoulder.

I sent him my trademark smile, the one that said I wasn’t jealous at all. It wasn’t as if I wanted Oliver. He was my best friend, and I was genuinely happy for him, but we were always going to be just that—friends. Only witnessing that moment between him and Jackson highlighted the space beside me—a space I hadn’t realized I was yearning to fill until Jackson had moved in and the four of us, Oliver, Scarlett, Daisy, and me, had become five. I couldn’t even hate Jackson. He was a hot mess, all intense and scowling at times, but Oli loved him, and his love was smoothing all of Jackson’s rough edges. I liked Jackson. I like Jackson for Oli.

But I missed holding hands, kissing, or sharing a coffee and crossword with someone.

I thought I’d had that with Sean.

Arsehole-wanker-Sean, fellow mathematics genius and my former boyfriend, who proved everyone right by not only ruining my entire bloody life but, more importantly, stealing my research and undermining my credibility.

Jackson caught my eye and smiled as they approached. “London! This spread looks fantastic!”

That was a new thing Jackson had started doing, calling me London. He gave everyone nicknames, and he’d chosen mine because of being a Brit, of drinking tea, and calling everyone a wanker.

He’sthe wanker.

Still, part of me liked the moniker, even if I sent him my best haughty Lord-of-the-manor snarl every time he used it—not that my reaction had any effect.

He wrinkled his nose at me but carried on talking. “The girls have been bragging about their chef skills all morning,” he said.

Oliver ruffled Scarlett’s hair, surveying the table. “Looks like you’ve outdone yourselves again. Thanks, Jamie.”

I shrugged, a half-smile playing on my lips. “It’s nothing. It keeps me busy, and I enjoy it.” Glancing over at Jackson, who was already reaching for a sandwich, I teased, “Make sure you save some for the others, Columbo.”

Jackson blinked at me, “Columbo? Really?”

I tilted my chin. “It was the most derogatory nickname I could think of,” I announced.

Jackson bit his lip, probably trying to hold back a laugh. “I love it,” he said and knuckled my arm, which, ouch, he didn’t know his strength. Then he laughed and popped the sandwich into his mouth. “And no promises on the food, London,” he mumbled through a mouthful, earning him an eye roll from Oliver and giggles from the girls.

The doorbell chimed, signaling the arrival of the first guests. Daisy sprinted to the door, Scarlett on her heels, their laughter trailing behind them as they raced to open it.

I gave the snack arrangement one last tweak as Oli and Jackson headed to the door. Would people hate my idea? They were here for a barbecue, and me making all of this was probably going to end up being the butt of jokes. For a moment, I panicked and thought about swiping the whole lot into the trash. The colorful food seemed small, overshadowed by the buzzing energy filling the house as big hockey players arrived, partners in tow, kids shouting, laughing. I felt a familiar pang of nerves. I liked people in general, but I wasn’t good with chaos. People streamed in, shedding jackets and greeting each other with enthusiastic handshakes and warm hugs. The room was loud, with a mixture of laughter and conversations, plus the faint sounds of a hockey game on the TV in the background. It didn’t take long for hockey to be front and center.

Oliver was already amid it all, clasping hands and giving hearty handshakes. “Hey, Ash!” he called out, drawing my attention to his defensive partner, who entered with a grin. They did the whole bro-hug thing, and then Ash hurried over to me, and we exchanged the customary fist bump, his grin contagious.

“I need one of those biscuit things,” he announced. “Oli said you have them with jelly and heavy cream, right?”

I laughed, both at his eagerness and his description. “You mean scones, Ash. They’re scones, not biscuits. And yes, we’ve got them—complete with jam and clotted cream, not jelly and heavy cream. It’s a British delicacy, not a rodeo snack.” I was lying—it wasn’t a delicacy, but it was bloody delicious.

Ash raised his eyebrows, clearly amused. “Man, you Brits have a weird way of naming your food. But if it tastes as good as it looks, you can call it whatever you want.”

He wandered off toward the food table. I shook my head, chuckling as Oliver approached me and clapped me on the shoulder.

“Your scones are a hit, Jamie. Even if half the team can’t say ‘clotted cream’ without making a face.”

“It’s the simple joys of educating Americans on the finer points of English cuisine,” I deadpanned, the snark in my voice tinged with affection. “Someone has to elevate your culinary experiences. Can’t have you living off hot dogs and popcorn forever.”

Our banter was cut short as more guests arrived, each greeted by Oliver’s booming voice and warm handshakes.

And there he was.

Craig.

I hadn’t been watching for him at all.

Nope.

He was here, a five-foot-ten-inch cute but lethal hockey player. Fast and deadly, he was feared by defensemen all over the NHL for his crafty, squirrely speed. He was dressed in slim-fit cutoffs and a T-shirt that clung to every one of his sexy lines. He arrived alone—I think—with no sign of a girlfriend or boyfriend, and he moved through the crowd with smiles and happiness. He was already halfway through his first beer, with another in his other hand.

As his eyes met mine, the noise of the party faded into a distant murmur. I was so drawn to him, even though he was everything the men I’d previously dated were not: shorter than me, wiry, an air of easy confidence despite the chaos of fame hockey had thrust upon him. His relaxed demeanor here was a stark contrast to his on-ice reputation.

Despite how idiotic it would be to get physical with one of Oli’s teammates, I wanted him.

As our gazes locked, I felt something like hope that maybe he’d come over for a scone and I could dazzle him with something witty. I straightened my favorite dark blue waistcoat. I wore them as a kind of armor, a way of breaking the ice, playing into being a Brit, having something quirky and just for me, but his gaze dropped to my fingers adjusting the fit, and when he glanced up at me, something inexplicable shadowed his expression. It wasn’t discomfort, but there was a retreat, a subtle drawing back that seemed at odds with the smile he offered everyone else. He turned away, weaving through the crowd, a trail of light laughter marking his path. He was utterly unreachable, and I couldn’t help but wonder what I’d done.

Because it had to be me.

My social skills were either at the level of Scarlett and Daisy—I knew all the words to every Disney movie—or at the level of fellow academics. Every other situation was fraught with danger.

We’d spoken only once before, an encounter that had started promisingly enough. He’d teased me about my accent, and in response, I had exaggerated my Britishness, rolling out my best King’s English, which had drawn a laugh from him and a playful declaration that I was cute. Flustered, I’d returned the compliment, called him cute, and for a second, he’d frowned, then it had cleared, and he blushed. Maybe it was being called cute? He wasn’t as big as some of the other players, so was it that I implied he was small? I recall getting flustered, but the conversation had quickly spiraled into academia—with what I thought was a light, flirty discussion about Fibonacci sequences. He’d seemed interested until suddenly, he wasn’t. His words had tangled, and he’d excused himself abruptly, leaving me bewildered and concerned I’d crossed a line I hadn’t seen.

Now, watching him at the party, the ease with which he interacted with others made our previous encounter all the more confusing. Did he think I wasn’t cute after all? The thought nagged at me, a persistent whisper amidst the clinks of glasses and bursts of laughter.

I tried to shake off the feeling, focusing on the guests instead, explaining that jam went on the scone first and, no, clotted cream wasn’t a dipping sauce and needed to be spread, but my gaze was drawn repeatedly to Craig as he moved through the room. He was in the corner with Scarlett and a couple of the wives, touching his toes, everyone laughing as they copied him. He was so… bendy… and when he went into the splits, I nearly choked on a slice of cucumber.

The things I could do to a man that flexible…

Why he seemed to avoid me now, after what had felt like a connection, was a puzzle, but after the first shot of whiskey, my edges smoothed, and with the second, I felt as if I could talk to him. After the third and fourth, with him downing beer like water, I felt as if I could take on the world.

He excused himself and headed upstairs to the bathroom, laughing and joking, taking the stairs two at a time, and, bloody hell, I was after him like a dog on a bone. I found him at the top of the stairs, nowhere near the bathroom, but instead tucked into a small reading nook the kids used, his head in one hand, a beer loose in the other. He was slumped and exhausted, and he hadn’t heard me there.

“Craig?” I asked.

He lifted his gaze slowly, all kinds of resigned. “Jamie,” he said in reply.

I had a hundred things I wanted to ask him or tell him, but a whiskey brain is different from a normal brain, and I yelled the first thing I could think of.

“Why do you hate me?”


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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.




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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.
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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.



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