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Dirty Player by Mira Lyn Kelly




Title: Dirty Player: A Hockey Romance
Author: Mira Lyn Kelly
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018



Blurb

He’ll play dirty to get his girl

“Fun, addictive, and outrageously sexy! Dirty Player brought all the feels and left me panting for more!”—Annika Martin, New York Times Bestselling Author

It started as a joke…
A throw away promise between friends.
A dare for a single kiss at our reunion and nothing more.



But that kiss… 
That kiss was no joking matter.
It was hot and wet.
A hands-everywhere, breathless kind of insanity that left us both teetering on the brink.

She’s got rules about dating guys like me… 
Rules I respect the hell out of when they apply to any other pro athlete.
But as they apply to me? Well, those rules are about to be broken.







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Excerpt

JULIA

I don’t want to talk about that look. In fact, up until ten seconds ago, I’d been doing a bang-up job of ensuring we haven’t had the opportunity to discuss it all evening. It’s a big ballroom, and if Greg happened to be at the north end, I managed to stay south. The few times I couldn’t stop our paths from crossing, I made sure to pull someone, anyone, along with me, thus ensuring the conversation stayed far, far away from the look that got away from me.
Until now, it had been working. Unfortunately, my conversation buffer just saw her fiancĂ© come in, and the little traitor sprinted off, leaving me staring up at Greg. Nothing to distract me from this gorgeous man in his tuxedo and the trouble I’m having keeping my eyes to myself.
I’m surrounded by good-looking men on a regular basis, and it never gets to me. But with Greg, I can barely breathe. I can hardly look at him without heat spilling into my cheeks, and as to tearing my eyes away? Forget it.
Which is crazy. I’m not fifteen. This isn’t my first crush.
It’s not a crush at all.