HERE TOMORROW 7 PM PST. KELLY JAMIESON AUTHOR OF: SCREWED (SEE AN EXCERPT FROM ANOTHER OF HER BOOKS)

HERE
TOMORROW
7 PM PST.
KELLY JAMIESON

AUTHOR OF:




Cash Hale has been in love with his best friend’s wife forever. Now Callie and Beau are divorced, but she’s still way off-limits. Dating her would betray his friendship with Beau. And Cash is nothing if not loyal.

Callie Sutherland is starting over. The end of her marriage was just one more way she failed to live up to her wealthy family’s expectations, so from now on she’s not even going to try. It’s time to live her life the way she wants. And she wants Cash.

Cash and Beau aren’t just friends, they’re business partners, and the drop in the price of oil has hurt their business. They need to win the bid for Sutherland Industries’ next big project—but it may get messy since Callie’s family owns the business. Not only would Cash risk his friendship with Beau to be with her, he’d be risking the company they worked so hard to create.

But this new Callie isn’t taking no for an answer.

He’s so screwed...









He’s playing hurt. She’s laying low. And they’re both flirting with disaster.

“Kelly Jamieson is my go-to author for hockey romance.”—Jami Davenport

Chase: The last thing I’d ever want to do is let my team down. After overcoming my bad-boy reputation, I was dominating on the ice. But things aren’t going so well this season, and even my parents think I’m partying again. Now I’m really worried about my career. The only bright spot in my life is the Twitter flirtation I’ve struck up with pop princess Jordyn Banks. Turns out she’s a huge hockey fan—and she’s willing to wager a date on her favorite team. . . .

Jordyn: Even though I’m an L.A. fan now, I’ve always had a soft spot for the Aces, since I grew up in Chicago. Then I lose a bet to Chase Hartman, and suddenly I’m up close and personal with a pro athlete who’s anything but soft. Not only is Chase the hottest guy I’ve ever met, he’s secretly super sweet. As if I had time for a relationship . . . yeah, right. But when I suddenly have nothing but time on my hands, he’s the only one who understands. Now, with both of our careers at stake, Chase is tempting me to put my heart on the line too.




Leaf’s vs Condors—it’s on baby! I smiled at my phone.
Jordyn’s response made me frown. What do the Leaf’s and the Titanic have in common?
What?
They both look good until they hit the ice!
Ha. Very funny. You obviously haven’t been paying attention this year.
Last year my Leaf’s had taken the number one draft pick, and the kid was amazing. With some other changes, they’d been playing some good hockey this season.
I’ll bet you the Condors win.
A bet? Hmmmm. What are we wagering?
I don’t know. . . .
How about this. If the Leaf’s win, you go on a date with me.
I sat there staring at my phone. I’d typed that and sent it before I’d really thought about it. Fuck.
I was going down in flames. Crashing and burning. I’d just asked Jordyn Banks out on a date and there was no fucking way she was going to agree to that. I wanted to hurl my phone into the fire burning in the fireplace in my condo and never look at Twitter again so I wouldn’t have to live through the humiliation.
All right, hockey dude, you’re on. It’s a bet.
Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ. She’d agreed to it.
I just needed the Leaf’s to win.
Christ, I’d never been so on edge during a game I wasn’t playing. This was nuts.
We tweeted back and forth during the game, a little trash talk, another dirty comment by the commentator (“Egorov slides his hand down his shaft when he needs to . . .”) which had us both cracking up. The Condors went ahead by a goal early in the first period, then scored again at the beginning of the third. My stomach was knotted, and I was bouncing my knee up and down as I watched the Leaf’s get possession of the puck and rush toward the Condors’ net. I pumped a fist in the air when the puck slid over the goal line. “Yeah!”
Okay. One more goal and it would be tied. I tapped my fingers on my coffee table. It took until there were only three minutes left in the third period, but they did it. This time I actually jumped to my feet.
Shit. How the hell would I take her on a date? We lived in different cities, on opposite sides of the country. I was on a road trip next week and who the hell knew what her schedule was like. And even if we could find a day to make it happen, what would we do? Go out for dinner? A movie? Phhht. How the hell did someone come up with something special enough for Jordyn Banks?
It might not happen anyway. The Leaf’s needed to score, or it was going into overtime and that was—yeah! I stared at the TV open-mouthed. They did it! They fucking did it! Forty-two seconds left in the third period. They had to hang on. . . .
And they did, winning the face-off and killing time until the horn sounded. Game over. Leaf’s won.
I grinned. So, I guess we have a date.
😊A deal is a deal.





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