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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣'𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚! 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝘽𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢…
This is my last chance to ditch my playboy reputation and finally fulfill my potential. So I’ve made three rules for our biggest season yet: no boozing, no women, and no scandals.
Especially that last thing.
So who do I befriend on the very first day back at the rink? An amazing female hockey player. I want Sylvie in a way that’s more than just friendly. I crave her. But I have a championship to win, and so does she.
Then she gets her heart broken by my teammate, and I make the foolish mistake of comforting her in the best way I know how. Our night together sets off a string of sins.
Nobody can know about our affair, especially my overprotective teammate. I can’t let anyone see into my greedy little heart. Not even her.
The things I want from her, and the things we’ve already done? If anyone knew, there’d be bombshells.
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He hums under his breath as he locates the safety pin tucked under the fabric, and carefully frees it from the dress.
“There,” he says quietly as the velvet begins to slip against my skin. “Ah, careful.” He pauses, holding the dress in place, because that narrow circle of fabric is the only thing holding up the top of the dress. It wants to slip down my body.
I don’t make a move to help him. I don’t reach back, and I don’t let him off the hook. Instead, I reach for his free hand, and wrap it around my hip. And then I lean back against him, taking in the heat of his hard chest through his tuxedo shirt.
I hold my breath. Because I want this. No, I need this. I’m so tired of waiting and wanting. And Anton’s nearness has always done swoopy things to my stomach.
Why not now? Why not him, and why not me?
“Sylvie,” he whispers, and it sounds like a prayer. Then he drops the collar of the dress, and it slides like a silky waterfall down my upper body, until stopped by the zipper.
Then? I reach back and tug the zipper down slowly.
Cool air hits my skin. Anton makes a low groan of protest as the dress continues to slide, exposing my lacy strapless bra. Then soft lips slip across the back of my neck. “Is this what you’re asking me for?” He kisses the juncture of my shoulder.
“And this?” His tongue darts out to taste my skin, and my goosebumps redouble.
“Yes,” I gasp.
He kisses me again, his mouth growing bolder and less gentle. Wet, open-mouthed kisses swirl against my skin, and then he taunts me with his tongue.
Hell, I feel it in my nipples. I feel it everywhere. And I tilt my head to give him better access. He groans again, tasting my skin, tonguing each new inch, sucking lazily where it suits him before moving on.
I had no idea a man could get me so hot by kissing my neck. I want more, so I try to turn around.
But Anton tightens his arm around my waist, fighting me. He pins me in place, my back to his chest, and he continues the erotic assault on my bare shoulder.
My breasts feel achy, and I’ve started to shake. The brace of his hard body makes me sweat. “Please,” I beg. I’m in a hurry now. More. Hotter. Faster.
“Slow the fuck down,” he hisses. “If we’re making this trip to the land of reckless decisions, I’m gonna enjoy the ride. Now hold still.”
I stand quietly on loose knees, while Anton locates the zipper where it’s trapped at my hips. He eases it down at a torturous pace. I fight off a shiver as he drags his fingertips down my bare back, past the lace of my bra, and all the way onto my lacy black panties.
My dress falls into a silky heap at my feet.
“Sweet Jesus,” he whispers, as one big hand massages my ass cheek. “You’re stunning, Sylvie.”
No one has ever paid me such a compliment, in such a reverent tone. And nobody has ever run his hands over my ass the way he’s doing now—his touch a mixture of wonder and ownership.
This is exactly what my life has been missing.
Again, I try to turn around, and this time he lets me. I look up into that incredible gaze. “Take me to bed now, Anton. You know you want to.”
He swallows roughly. I see a flicker of something dark cross those bright eyes. “If this is really what you want.” He lifts his chin toward the bedroom. “Lead the way.”
“It is,” I assure him. Then I step out of the circle of my dress and lean down to pick it up, wearing nothing but see-through black lingerie and my heels.
“Jesus fuck,” he mutters in a voice that sounds almost angry. The moment I’m vertical again, he yanks my hips toward his body as his mouth crushes mine.
I wasn’t expecting the kiss, but I am a professional goalkeeper, and pretty damn good at catching things flying my way. So it only takes me a split second to adjust to the friendly assault of Anton’s aggressive mouth. His lips stroke mine urgently. I lean in and kiss him with everything I’ve got.
He tilts his head and brushes his tongue across the seam of my lips. His roughened hand cups my jaw, his thumb sliding over my cheekbone. It’s possessive in a way that makes my heart stutter.
It doesn’t matter that I’m in way over my head. It doesn’t matter that I’ve never actually been naked with a man before. When I chose this one, I chose well.
This was a good book! Bombshells is the fifth book in the Brooklyn series and is Anton and Sylvie's story. Sylvie is our first pro hockey playing heroine and I was really excited to read her story. It did not disappoint either. Sylvie is starting to play goalie for the brand new Bombshells womens pro hockey team. She is unexpectedly called up to play and is understandably nervous and excited, but also really wanting to prove herself. When she was growing up, her father was a hockey coach and she met Bryce, who was one of his players. Bryce had family issues and came to live with their family, becoming a close family friend who she had a crush on. When Sylvie's mother died of cancer, she and Bryce comforted each other and he professed that he thought they were meant to be together, getting her hopes up for a relationship with him. But that situation was left unresolved because Bryce went to play for the mens pro team, the Brooklyn Bruisers. Now, with Sylvie in New York too and practicing at the same arena, she is hoping to figure out where she stands with Bryce. In the meantime, she meets and has immediate chemistry with Anton, another player on the Bruisers. Anton has a second chance in the league, after messing around and not focusing on his sport (more like focusing on drinking and ladies) last season, which got him sent back down to the minors. Back on the Bruisers, he has worked hard and is ready to fully concentrate on being the best player he can be. Anton and Sylvie become friends and really begin to lean on each other. Neither are in the right place to focus on a relationship, but love sneaks up on them and they soon find they can't live without each other.
This was such a good story. I loved Anton and Sylvie. They had such a great, natural connection and chemistry. The two were funny, sweet and sexy together. I really liked their low-key, friends to lovers, "love snuck up on them" style relationship. The book was relatively low angst, especially considering the situation with Bryce. He never really acted interested in Sylvie and she treated him like a brother. There was no comparison to her relationship with Anton. Sylvie and Anton were a perfect match. Also, I loved the Bombshell players and see lots of fun possibilities for books involving them.
Overall, Bombshells was a great book. I really enjoyed seeing Anton and Sylvie's relationship progress. Their story was fun and sweet. I look forward to more from this series and Ms. Bowen in the future!