Power Play, #1
Genre: Sports Romance
Publisher: Carina Press
Date of Publication: February 16th, 2015
Number of pages: 248
Word Count: 95,000
One night, one time, nothing more. That's all it was supposed to be. They'd agreed their first night together would be their only night together—and Minnesota Glaciers defenseman Dylan Rylie was fine with that. Giant hickeys and claw marks on his ass had never been his style, even if the very memory of Samantha Yates's merciless sexual energy gets him hard within seconds. He needs to focus on getting a better contract, not mind-blowing orgasms.
One night, one time, nothing more. Fresh off representing the US at the Games and with nowhere else to play, Samantha gave in to one night of frantic passion with the Glaciers' brawny hotshot. She couldn't get hurt—not if she controlled the outcome. And she planned to leave Minnesota soon, anyway. She didn't expect to be recruited to coach Dylan after they'd gotten down and dirty.
When brutal on-ice workouts lead to kinky locker room sessions and "one night" falls by the wayside, Samantha insists on keeping things casual, despite Dylan's quiet hope for more. But when Dylan goes down—hard—and his career is in jeopardy, Samantha is the first one by his side. What will it take to keep her there after he's healed?
Timing was everything, and she waited for her moment to kick up some fun on an otherwise blasé event. The charity that donated hockey equipment to kids from military families was a great cause that would benefit from a little show. At least, that was what she told herself.
“Don’t be stupid,” Meg warned in her ear.
“Why not?” Sam asked. “What do I have to lose?” Absolutely nothing. She’d never do anything to smear her name, but it wasn’t like she had a hockey career to worry about. Or a coach she was accountable to.
Or a reason to behave.
Rylie was spending as much time tipping his trademark worn brown cowboy hat at the passing women as he was paying attention to the kids looking for pointers. The ends of his brown hair curled over the back of the gray hoodie he’d worn under his jersey and seemed to match his hat color almost perfectly. Too perfectly.
Nicknamed Cowboy within the hockey world, he was dubbed Pretty Boy as well. The second label was coined his rookie season by a sports announcer and as far as Sam had heard and seen, the man cultivated both brands equally.
“Hi, Rylie,” a group of teenage girls dressed in skinny jeans and overdone makeup chorused as they skated past. Rylie shot them a nod and grin that somehow managed to be appropriate for the age of the girls.
Sam shook her head and chuckled at his easy charm. The guy had it all. Talent, looks, personality—he was a star in the making. One full of potential if he didn’t get distracted by the fame and parties he seemed to enjoy.
Walters smacked the puck toward Rylie, and Sam broke through the kids to swoop across the ice and steal the puck from the preoccupied man. A cheer went up from the kids when she circled the pro player, puck firmly in her control. The air chilled her cheeks and laughter rang in her ears as she sped away.
A quick glance over her shoulder showed Rylie chasing her, the determined pull of his brows blending with a full smile that somehow managed to put a matching one on her face. She caught sight of Meg and passed the puck off before she stopped then took off in the direction she’d just come from.
The circle of kids widened as Walters got into the play, tailing Meg. She swooped around a group of unsuspecting adults, using them as a pick to cut off Walters, and she smacked the puck back to Sam.
“Think you’re hot stuff, do you, Yates?” Rylie was at her side, jabbing his stick at the puck with no effect. She was under no illusion the man knew who she was. Her name was printed in big letters across the back of her jersey.
“Just having some fun.” She cut a sharp circle and faced off Rylie, who skidded to a quick stop.
He tapped his stick on the ice, an indulgent half smile on his lips. “Come on then.” He glanced over his shoulder. “You and me to the net.”
Her stomach did an unwanted flip when his eyes landed back on her. An interesting mix of brown and green, they seemed to dance with the same excitement that flooded her. The challenge was exactly what she’d wanted and his proposition was the best offer she’d had in months. On or off the ice.
“You are so on,” she said, grinning.
Today, we welcome Lynda Aicher to Musings and Ramblings. Let's all give a big Geeky welcome!
Hello to you too! And thanks for having me here today.
Let's start with some writer specific questions before moving into the fun stuff. That way everyone can really get to know the person behind the writer. We will finish things off with a round of Think Fast. Ready for the interrogation to begin?
Of course. I’m doing my mental squats right now as a warm up.
Is your writing style more plotter or pantser?
Both. I plot out turning points and pants to them. My stories are always fluid though and often turning points shift or change as I write.
When is your favorite time/place to write? Do you write structured or patchworked?
I usually write in the mornings in my office. During the school year, I hoard the hours while the kids are gone and try to get all my writing in before they come home. I’m absolutely not an evening writer. I will get up at 5:00 AM and write before I’ll stay up late to do it. I can write just about anywhere, but I prefer my own office. And I always write from beginning to end. If I realize something is missing, I’ll go back and add it in before I can continue. Because if you go by the premise that every scene is vital to the story, then I can’t miss a scene without it impacting the rest of the story.
How do you deal with Writer's Block?
I call in my trusted writing buddies and talk it through until I get the nugget of an idea that breaks the block open. That’s why it’s crucial to have people around who understand what you’re doing and can help you muddle through the process.
What do you like to do when you are not writing?
Read—whenever I can. It’s my favorite hobby. I also don’t mind cooking, working on puzzles, playing games and taking trips with my family.
How did you choose the genres you write in?
I’ve read romance since my early teens, so there was never a doubt that if I wrote a book, it would be a romance. As for the sub-genre within romance, it wasn’t precisely a choice, more that I had a story idea and wrote it. I did write a couple of paranormal books, but I found my voice in contemporaries and have stayed there.
What was the last movie/concert/show that you saw?
Night at the Museum 3 with my kids.
If you could have any superpower, what would it be and why?
Teleportation so I could go anywhere in the world in a blink.
What was the name of the last book you read?
Beyond Complicated by Mercy Celeste. But ask me tomorrow and it’ll be different. I usually read four to five books a week.
What would we find in your refrigerator right now?
Eggs, milk, cheese, butter, beer, veggies, condiments, soda, lettuce, yogurt, leftovers...
If someone wrote a biography about you, what do you think the title should be?
Never ask why, always ask what.
AM or PM? AM
Mountains or Sea? Mountains
Meat or Veggies? Meat
Summer or Winter? Winter
Dead Tree or Electronic? Electronic
Thanks for coming by and spending some time with us. Any final words of wisdom to pass along?
I think my wisdom is tapped out or has been drained by decades of abuse. A common refrain I give to my family is “I know nothing.” I’ll stick with that. ☺
This was fun! Thank you so much for having me.
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Lynda Aicher has always loved to read. After years of weekly travel implementing computer software into global companies, she ended her nomadic lifestyle to raise her two children. Now her imagination is her only limitation on where she can go and her writing lets her escape from the daily duties as a mom, wife, chauffeur, scheduler, cook, teacher, volunteer, cleaner and mediator.
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