With a famous NHL player for a step-brother, Violet Hall is well acquainted with the playboy reputation many hockey stars come with. She’s smart enough to steer clear of those hot, well-built boys with unparalleled stamina. That is until she meets the legendary team captain—Alex Waters.
Violet isn’t interested in his pretty, beat-up face, or his rock-hard six-pack abs. But when Alex inadvertently obliterates Violet’s previous misapprehension regarding the inferior intellect of hockey players, he becomes more than just a hot body with a face to match.
In what can only be considered a complete lapse in judgment, Violet finds out just how good Alex is with the hockey stick in his pants. But what starts out as a one-night stand, quickly turns into something more. Post-night of orgasmic magic, Alex starts to call, and text, and e-mail and send extravagant—and quirky—gifts, making him difficult to ignore, and even more difficult not to like.
The problem is, the media portrays Alex as a total player, and Violet doesn't want to be part of the game.
5 Hysterical Super MC's Stars!! A hysterical, inappropriately swoony story!  Alex, Violet, & Super MC, my new romantic comedy heroes!!
I loved this story! It was a super fun read that just hit every mark on the fun-o-meter!
Hysterical inappropriate banter, smexiness, lighthearted fun story line, crazy secondary characters, a big hit for the pure entertainment fan seekers.
Alex is nerdy and awkward, though super hot and sexy.
Violet has no filter whatsoever and has no problem telling you all about beavers, cooters, monster cocks, and her huge, perverted, hairy whore of a yeti step brother.
From another writer this would ave been a real WTH story, but HH wove a story ripping with humor, romance, and surprisingly regardless of all the crass talk going on, a solid story line that was completely engaging.
I laughed, cried, and got angry with all the characters and situations. it was a non stop, strap me in kind of story that just kept giving to the final word and I did not want it to end. 
And either will you.
Definitely one of top favorite stories for 2015.  

“What you said about your beaver, is it true?” It sounds so ridiculous; I laugh uncontrollably. “Fuck me,” Alex mutters. I stop laughing. First off because I think it’s an actual request. Secondly, I have this fantastic image of me underneath him. “It’s true.” My voice is all breathy and soft, courtesy of the porno running through my head. “Seriously?” He sounds excited. Like really, really excited. “About stroking my beaver? No. Beavers are dangerous. They shouldn't be stroked.” “Can you stop saying 'beaver'? Look, what are you doing right now?” “Drinking beer and watching porn, why?” Tomorrow I’m sure I’ll be appropriately ashamed of the content of this conversation. For now, I’m thoroughly entertained. “Because I’m standing outside your suite. Do you want company?” I sit up so fast, the room spins. “You are not.” “I am. Suite six-oh-nine. Want me to knock?” “No! Don’t! Hold on.”

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About the Author:
Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She’s putting her degree in English Lit to good use by writing contemporary erotic romance. 
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