Author and Publisher: Amy Aislin
Cover Artist: LC Chase
Release Date: January 30, 2024
Genre: Contemporary M/M hockey romance
Tropes: Roommates, forced proximity, hockey, slow burn
Themes: taking risks, trusting yourself
Length: 69 000 words / 275 pages
Heat Rating: 3 flames
It’s book three in the Vancouver Orcas trilogy, but can be read on its own.
It does not end on a cliffhanger.
When he broke off his engagement to his team captain's brother the day before their wedding, Jamie Jamieson swore he'd never get involved with anyone associated with a teammate again. Getting traded to the Orcas is a chance at a fresh start, but one glance at his new housemate, and Jamie knows he's in way over his head.
Dorian is his new coach's cousin. And his team's social media coordinator. And his housemate.
It's the trifecta of bad ideas.
Dorian Shore doesn't do hockey. He's lived by that rule for years, ever since a season playing as a kid left him with emotional scars. But his new housemate—a big, buff, beautiful athlete who gets under his skin—makes him seriously consider doing a hockey player.
It’s not a good idea.
They live together.
They work together.
When the sparks between them ignite, will it be game on or game over?
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Gulp.
“Where’s the rest of your stuff?” Dorian peered around him. “Still in the car?”
“Nah, this is it,” Jamie said, forcing his mind back on track. “I’ll head back to Charlotte at the end of the season for the rest of it and have it shipped to a storage unit so I don’t clutter up your home.” Assuming Jamie hadn’t found a place to live by then.
“You don’t have to do that. I’ve got the space. We can store your stuff in the basement.”
“I thought you were putting Jamieson in the basement,” Coach piped in, arms crossed over his chest. With his height, thick beard, and broad shoulders, it made him look imposing as fuck.
“There’s no bed down there,” Dorian said.
“You could’ve gotten one.”
“Uh, I’d really rather have a bedroom than a basement,” Jamie interjected, picturing a lone bed among exposed pipes, insulation, and spiders. The stuff a kid’s nightmares were made of.
“Oh, it’s finished,” Dorian said, waving a hand. “There are three bedrooms down there, as well as a full kitchen and a separate entrance.”
Three bedrooms? In the basement?
“Exactly,” Coach said. “Had you put a bed in one of the rooms, Jamieson would’ve had his own apartment.”
Dorian crossed his arms over his chest, matching Coach’s posture, and glared, his eyes going all fiery. “Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose? You’re the one who said you didn’t want him in a sterile apartment. Trust me, my basement is very fucking sterile.”
Jamie had just come from a team where he’d been treated like a pariah after his breakup with the team captain’s brother, and now he had two men arguing over what would make him most comfortable.
He didn’t quite swallow a laugh. His aborted chuckle drew the gaze of both men.
Rolling his eyes, Dorian huffed a breath. “You’re right. We’re being stupid.”
Now Jamie laughed outright. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Your face said it all.”
Well. That was probably true.
About the Author . . .
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