Nikki Worrell - The Enforcer (NHL Scorpions)

“Adeline. I don’t think I ever knew your grandmother’s name. I think it’s beautiful, Lace.” He got down on his knees and kissed her belly. “What do you think, Addie?” When he got no response, he said to Lacey, “Kids just don’t listen these days.”

Lacey pulled him up and kissed him, wrapping her arms around him. “Thank you for marrying me, Mr. LaGrange. And for giving me a baby to love. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’ll be forever grateful. Who would have thought that I would fall for the enforcer?”

That was it! The last straw. Vlad had to stop doing things like that!

Zoe was beside herself. That was the third guy Vlad had sent running. Zoe couldn’t even date anymore without Vlad showing up somewhere and ruining it for her. At the wedding, he told her, in front of her date no less, that he thought she might want to get checked out because an ex of his had just told him that she had had unprotected sex right before she was with him. It wasn’t true, but Vlad would do anything to keep Zoe single until she finally came to her senses.

Her date couldn’t leave fast enough. “Enough, Vlad! You can’t keep doing this. This is my life, and you need to stay out of it. Stop ruining every damn date I have. STOP INTERFERING!”

Turn the page for a peek at Zoe and Vlad’s story.

Vlad Bejsiuk (Bay-schick) was a goalie for the NHL’s San Diego Scorpions. It was mandatory for the players to go to periodic therapy sessions with a sports psychologist, which was the only reason he was standing outside Dr. Zoe Millis’ door.

He had put off going as long as he could. Christ, he hated therapy. He had just gotten used to Dr. Phillips when she quit to become a stay-at-home mom. He was happy for her but he didn’t like change.

Dr. Millis’ office was in her house, instead of at the rink where Dr. Phillips had seen patients. Taking a calming breath, he raised his hand to push the doorbell. Before he actually hit it, he got a look at the good doc through the glass.

Whoa …

She was hot. Her blonde hair was cut into a pixie style and had a faint pink streak in the front. She was on the short side, which made her even hotter in Vlad’s book. Her arms were toned, and her legs looked fucking incredible in jeans that hugged her like a second skin. And that ass. Holy hell, what he wouldn’t give to get his hands on that ass so he could pull her up against him. And he got all of that from just a quick peek at her as she walked into the room and bent down to grab something she dropped.

When she stood back up, he got a view of her head on. She jumped back when she saw him standing at her door. Even so, he couldn’t seem to make himself push the damn doorbell.

As she walked toward him, he checked out her breasts. They were small, but Vlad was more of an ass guy anyway. And hell, it must be really cold in her house because her nipples were standing at attention. He forced himself to stop ogling her and pasted on what he hoped was a friendly smile.

My first acknowledgement has to be to Emmy Montes. I have fooled around with the idea of writing a book forever, but probably never would have done it if she hadn’t done it first.

I work with Emmy and I cannot thank her enough for the tons of questions she answered for me about self-publishing (even when I asked the same question multiple times!). Not only is she a fountain of knowledge, but she pushed me to finish when I didn’t think I wanted to. She has assures me repeatedly that more than two people will buy my book.

I also want to say that my beta readers are priceless. Even though some of the comments stung, they needed to be said. I have to say, 99% of the time, they were right! Honest beta readers are without equal, so I thank you all.

My cover designer, David Goldhahn, is probably the most patient person I know. I can’t tell you how many times I asked him to ‘make the eyes bluer’ or ‘change the background again’. Nothing was ever a problem. He was always ready with a ‘sure thing, no problem’. Of course he does beautiful work too!

My editor Madison Seidler. What can I say? I was either a comma whore or I used them too sparingly. And there is only one space after the end of a sentence now. Who knew? Well, she did of course!

Lastly, I’m going to throw my hubby in here. He didn’t complain about me working on my book all the time (well, not too much), and he never said a word about all the money I’ve spent running promotions, buying a laptop or mailing out swag to contest winners, and believe me, it adds up! So thanks to you Craig, I love you.

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