By Sawyer Bennett
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.
Sigh. What can I say about you Alex? You are one seriously gorgeous specimen of a man. You play hockey like a dream. You fuck like a dream. You are one seriously fucked up man.
Alex is an NHL player with some amazing skills on the ice. However, his personality and reputation are so bad his nickname is MVP: Most Valuable Prick. Everyone hates him, from fans to his own teammates. He’s a loner and he likes it that way.
Enter Sutton. She’s a counsellor for a drug outreach clinic where she helps kids who are at risk of drug or alcohol abuse. She’s paired up with a reluctant Alex when he’s forced to become the team’s spokesman for an anti-drug-abuse campaign by the team’s management in order to clean up his piss-poor image. Alex thinks he can scare her off with his harsh words and hateful expressions, but Sutton is not weak. Having been a victim of alcohol abuse herself, she sees right though his facade to see the broken man inside.
Through Sutton, Alex is slowly able to open up about his own abusive past and starts to think that perhaps he’s not the monster he and everyone else thinks he is.
“I’m not worried about scaring you. I’m worried about hurting you,” he says with a haunted look on his face. “But not enough to warn you away. The bastard part of me is okay with you taking that risk.”
I thought this book was fantastic. I liked the use of dual POVs so we can see what both characters are thinking and going through. The pace wasn’t too fast or too slow. The buildup to sex was just right. The sex was hot, hard and fast, just how I like it. Alex’s tortured soul didn’t have a miraculous change of personality overnight, rather it was a nice progressive change with the occasional slip up back into bastard mode. His sweet moments were really sweet.
And every now and then there was a humorous comment thrown in to help lighten things up.
I cry out when his fingers curl inward, massaging a spot inside of me that I had read about once, but figured mine got misplaced or something. Now I know it exists.
But Alex being Alex fucks it up and pushes Sutton away for good. When he finally decides to stop being a dick and tries to win her back? My god. Beautiful. Funny. Romantic. Sweet. Lovely. Women the world over would fall in love with hockey players if his apology happened in real life.
Alex Crossman, I think you are now tied with Brody Murphy for first place as my hockey book boyfriend. Congratulations!!!
She’ll aways be first. Above all else. Forever.
Alex (Cold Fury Hockey # 1)
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