Release Blitz - Dirty Hookup by Mira Lyn Kelly

Title: Dirty Hookup
A Slayers Hockey Series Novel

Author: Mira Lyn Kelly

Genre: Hockey Romance

Release Date: March 31, 2020

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One look and I know… this chick hates me.
I should walk away, find some puck bunny to gleefully sit on my lap and tell me what a big, hot, hockey stud I am--totally true, BTW. But there’s just something about this feisty redhead I can’t let go. She’s got an edge to her that’s sexy as hell and a smart mouth that’s been tying me up since the night I met her.

She tells me to forget it, we’re not happening. But this isn’t the kind of woman a guy ever forgets. Especially when the air starts to sizzle and pop every time we get within ten feet of each other. She’s in my head and under my skin, and all I can think about is the way she looked at me that one time. Like she already knew how it could be between us.

I’m not the kind of guy a girl like her takes home… But maybe I want to be.

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Unfreakingbelievable.

Ducking around a corner, I press my back to the wall and suck one shaky breath after another until the spots behind my eyes finally clear, along with any wayward thoughts about a third Slayers hockey player needing a bed in the ER.

I can’t believe it. After all these years.

Quinn O’Brian.

Two feet in front of me. Giving me that same smile. The one that put my belly into free fall the first time I saw it. Left me breathless. And then less than a day later, left me humiliated. Devastated. Working up fantasies about the wrath I’d rain down on him if I ever saw him again.

So much for that badassery. My knees barely held me when I looked up to find those stupid sea-green eyes twinkling back at me like some Disney hero come to life.

Stupid eyes.

Stupid shoulders and muscles-everywhere body.

Stupid sandy blond hair standing up like some foolish girl just had her hands in it for the last hour.

And that introduction.

Blowing out a breath, I shake my head.

He didn’t even recognize me. Though why I ever thought he might is beyond me. Six years later and I’m still reading more into that night than there ever was. More into those soul-deep stares and slow touches. More into those tender words that turned out to be total lies.

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Hard core romantic, stress baker, and housekeeper non-extraordinaire. Mira Lyn Kelly is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than a dozen sizzly love stories with over a million readers worldwide. Growing up in the Chicago area, she earned her degree in Fine Arts from Loyola University and met the love of her life while studying abroad in Rome, Italy… only to discover he’d been living right around the corner from her back home. Having spent her twenties working and playing in the Windy City, she’s now settled with her husband in Minnesota, where their four amazing children and two ridiculous dogs provide an excess of action and entertainment.

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Release Blitz - Dirty Secret by Mira Lyn Kelly

Title: Dirty Secret
Series: Slayers Hockey #1

Author: Mira Lyn Kelly

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 19, 2019

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In my defense, I didn’t know she was his sister…

"Sexy and fun with a delicious hockey hero, DIRTY SECRET is great for fans of Elle Kennedy, Toni Aleo, and Sawyer Bennett. I devoured this book!" -NYTimes Bestseller Lexi Ryan

This team hates me. Something about my chronic case of resting prick face and that thing with the captain when the season started.

My fist, his jaw. Yeah, we go back and not in a good way. 

Coach says no more “confrontational BS” or I don’t play at all. And that’s a hit my career in the NHL can’t take. 

So the plan is simple. Keep my head down and finish out my contract with my fists checked.

There’s just one problem. 

Allie. The girl from Vancouver eight months ago. The one with the sexy, shy, and sinfully bold smile and the sweetest, wettest mouth I ever tasted. The girl who blew my mind and then blew out of my life without giving me her number. 

Turns out she’s the captain’s little sister. 

And even though my career depends on it... I can’t stay away from her. 

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When I get home, I kick my Chucks into the corner by the closet and look around my empty apartment feeling at loose ends. I don’t trust myself with the replay of the game I just watched. I can’t handle seeing Vaughn Vassar looking at me like that again tonight. Not without risking things neither of us ought to risk.

Closing my eyes, I slowly lower myself to sit at the stepdown to the living area and try to focus on all the reasons leaving the bar was the right thing to do. Telling myself that kiss from this afternoon was a mistake, no matter how good it felt.

So good.

I could be back at the bar in—

Knock, knock, knock.

Sucking in a startled breath, I push to my feet. My heart speeds as that restless feeling in my belly turns into a kind of instinctual pull that draws me to the door.

I don’t have to check to know this isn’t my brother.

It’s not George looking to chat, or Helene showing up with snacks and office gossip.

Not tonight.

My fingers tingle as I reach for the knob, my heart races, and my mind empties of all the reasons this is a mistake. Of everything except the relief surging through my veins as I swing the door open. Vaughn is braced against the frame again. He’s lost the suit jacket, and his big arms are flexed and straining as he barely holds himself back.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he says, the words gravel rough and rubbing against me in ways that only make me want to hear more. “I don’t even have a fucking excuse to check on you.”

“But you came anyway,” I whisper, drinking him in.

“I came anyway.”

The muscle in his jaw jumps over and again as his silver eyes swirl with an intensity that matches the energy coming off him in waves. I shouldn’t be reaching for him, but I don’t think I could stop if I tried. I want this. I want him. My fingers curl into the gap between the buttons of his dress shirt and I tug.

There’s a beat of resistance when he pulls back and our eyes connect—and then he’s launching forward on a growl so savagely possessive, I feel it through the deepest part of me. That big arm I couldn't stop staring at sweeps around me as his mouth crashes against mine in a feral kiss. This isn’t tender or tentative. It’s desperate and hungry and has me half climbing his body before my shoulders hit the door he just swung shut with his foot.

Hands roaming over my thighs and ass, he alternates between gentle and desperate, stroking one second and gripping the next. Making me groan around the thrust of his tongue. Making me rock into that thick, steely ridge lodged between us.

“Allie, tell me this isn’t a mistake.”

I need more of his mouth, more of his kiss. More of his huge chest pressing hot and hard against my own so I can’t feel anything but him. “It’s not a mistake.”

It’s critical. Necessary.

It’s my first full breath in weeks, months. “We just—we just need to get it out of our system. That’s all.”

His nostrils flare, and his eyes burn over me as his hand tightens in my hair. “I don’t think—” But instead of finishing whatever he was going to say, he blows out a harsh breath and gives me a single nod.

And then I have it, the crush of his kiss.

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Hard core romantic, stress baker, and housekeeper non-extraordinaire. Mira Lyn Kelly is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than a dozen sizzly love stories with over a million readers worldwide. Growing up in the Chicago area, she earned her degree in Fine Arts from Loyola University and met the love of her life while studying abroad in Rome, Italy… only to discover he’d been living right around the corner from her back home. Having spent her twenties working and playing in the Windy City, she’s now settled with her husband in Minnesota, where their four amazing children and two ridiculous dogs provide an excess of action and entertainment.

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Release Blitz - Dirty Player by Mira Lyn Kelly

Title: Dirty Player: A Hockey Romance

Author: Mira Lyn Kelly

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: May 29, 2018

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He’ll play dirty to get his girl

“Fun, addictive, and outrageously sexy! Dirty Player brought all the feels and left me panting for more!”—Annika Martin, New York Times Bestselling Author

It started as a joke…

A throw away promise between friends.

A dare for a single kiss at our reunion and nothing more.

But that kiss…

That kiss was no joking matter.

It was hot and wet.

A hands-everywhere, breathless kind of insanity that left us both teetering on the brink.

She’s got rules about dating guys like me…

Rules I respect the hell out of when they apply to any other pro athlete.

But as they apply to me? Well, those rules are about to be broken.

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JULIA

I don’t want to talk about that look. In fact, up until ten seconds ago, I’d been doing a bang-up job of ensuring we haven’t had the opportunity to discuss it all evening. It’s a big ballroom, and if Greg happened to be at the north end, I managed to stay south. The few times I couldn’t stop our paths from crossing, I made sure to pull someone, anyone, along with me, thus ensuring the conversation stayed far, far away from the look that got away from me.

Until now, it had been working. Unfortunately, my conversation buffer just saw her fiancé come in, and the little traitor sprinted off, leaving me staring up at Greg. Nothing to distract me from this gorgeous man in his tuxedo and the trouble I’m having keeping my eyes to myself.

I’m surrounded by good-looking men on a regular basis, and it never gets to me. But with Greg, I can barely breathe. I can hardly look at him without heat spilling into my cheeks, and as to tearing my eyes away? Forget it.

Which is crazy. I’m not fifteen. This isn’t my first crush.

It’s not a crush at all.

It’s Greg, one of my oldest friends and the guy I just promised I wouldn’t objectify tonight. We’re friends. Just friends.

With no more hookups between us.

No more kissing.

No more flirting.

I shake my head, mentally amending the no-more-flirting clause, because this is Greg. Flirting is like breathing for him—an involuntary response, and one I sort of cherish.

But no more staring!

“Thought we discussed you avoiding me,” he says.

Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him. Don’t—

God, he’s so handsome it hurts.

A waiter passes by, and I swipe a glass of white wine from his tray. “I’m not.”

He lets out a low laugh that slides right through to the deepest parts of me.

“Glad to hear it.” He steps closer, ducking his head so his next words are directed at me and me alone. We’re standing in the middle of hundreds of people, but when his eyes are on me like that, a glint of amusement edging a more serious intent, it feels like we’re alone. “Should we discuss that look?”

My cheeks burn hotter, and I toss back half my glass in one swallow. “It was just one look.”

I’m such a liar.

He laughs again, letting up on the eye contact as he surveys the crowd. “There’s that just word again. I’m starting to think maybe you don’t think it means what it really means. And P.S. … it wasn’t just one.”

Geeze. This guy. “Greg, we’re past it. Everything is fine.”

So long as I don’t look at any part of him for more than a fraction of a second, we’re totally good.

“You’re sure?”

No. But I’m subscribing to the fake-it-’til-you-make-it school of thought here. “Absolutely.”

He rolls his shoulder in my peripheral vision. “Well, that’s a relief.”

“Good.” It’s definitely good. Right? I hazard another look at his face. “But out of curiosity, can I ask why?”

The corner of his mouth curves, and I feel the tug of it all the way through me.

“Because if you weren’t past it—if, for example, another one of those rogue looks got away from you while we were in the midst of this crowd—I could see where that might be a problem.”

I force myself to focus on the orchestra set up across the room. Only Greg isn’t done.

“But even if by some miracle they don’t catch the look in your eyes, and I do… then we’d have to worry about them seeing the look in mine. The one that says it’s only going to be a matter of seconds before I’ve got one hand in your hair and the other finding out what’s under that incredible dress.”

I try to swallow, but my throat makes a dry clicking sound, so I drain my glass.

Taking the empty from my hand, Greg returns it to a passing waiter.

He’s amused, the sexy jerk. He knew exactly what kind of effect that casual reference to getting under my dress would have.

“Good thing there’s zero chance of another one of those looks getting away from me. Ever.”

Okay, ever is probably a stretch, but he doesn’t have to snort about it. Cocky bastard.

I should let it go. Let him have his little laugh.

Taking the drink from his hand, I tap my index finger against the condensation-covered glass before bringing it to my lips. Club soda and lime.

It’s not strong enough to justify what blurts past my lips, but I can’t stop myself. “So you don’t need to give what kind of tiny and delicate I’ve got going on under this dress another thought.”

His body stiffens, and his eyes cut to my chest. He’s built like a superhero, but despite his apparent laser focus, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t actually have X-ray vision.

All I wanted was the satisfaction of seeing him squirm. Maybe to gloat a little.

But neither one of us is the type to relinquish a win so easily.

“Jules, you’re going to have to be careful. Tiny and delicate sounds like it might not survive these rough hands of mine.”

My breath catches as need spears through me, and my center goes hot and liquid.

I open my mouth, wanting to say something sharp that puts him in his place. But I can’t make a sound. I can’t think about anything but the snap of elastic and my panties falling apart in his big… rough… hands.

Greg seems to be waiting for the comeback that isn’t coming too.

The seconds stretch and pull.

Our eyes meet and, suddenly, that smug satisfaction washes clean off his face as his nostrils flare and his eyes turn to midnight. I’m pretty sure this is the look he warned me about.

“Aww, fuck. Now you’ve done it, Jules.”

I take a shaky breath. “I know.”

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Hard core romantic, stress baker, and housekeeper non-extraordinaire, Mira Lyn Kelly is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than a dozen sizzly love stories with over a million readers worldwide. Growing up in the Chicago area, she earned her degree in Fine Arts from Loyola University and met the love of her life while studying abroad in Rome, Italy… only to discover he’d been living right around the corner from her back home. Having spent her twenties working and playing in the Windy City, she’s now settled with her husband in rural Minnesota, where their four amazing children and two ridiculous dogs provide an excess of action and entertainment. When she isn’t reading, writing, or running the kids around, she loves watching the Chicago Blackhawks and action/adventure movies, blabbing with the girls, and cooking with her husband and friends.

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Release Blitz - Hard Crush by Mira Lyn Kelly

Title: Hard Crush

Author: Mira Lyn Kelly

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: March 6, 2018

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HARD CRUSH is a sizzling standalone romance from USA TODAY Bestselling author Mira Lyn Kelly.

A jaded billionaire.

The girl who got away.

A second chance has never been so sexy.

ABBY

Technology has it out for me. And I’m not talking about my ever-ailing phone or the temperamental Smart Board in my classroom. I’m talking about the internationally hailed “Tech Genius” formerly known as the boy I used to love.

It was bad enough seeing that cocky smile staring back at me from my newsfeeds, the gossip sites, and—fine—the scorchingly hot men’s fitness magazine I bought in a moment of weakness. But now he’s back home, teasing me with the memories I’ve tried to leave behind, crowding into my space and taunting me with the kiss I can’t resist. I know it’s only a matter of time before I lose him again. He’s already told me he isn’t staying, warned me he’s changed. I know better than to let him get too close, so why can’t I push him away?

HANK

They call me a visionary. An innovator. Hell, last week a headline touted me as the billion-dollar geek keeping Silicon Valley’s panties wet. Try living that down. Strip away the media BS, and I’m just a tech-minded guy with my eyes on the future and no time for a past I can't change. So what am I doing following the sweet sound of its laugh back to the woman who passed on our chance at forever?

I tell myself all I want is to say hello. To see her smile. Just a few minutes to pretend we’re still the “us” I thought would never end. But once I've had a taste of the too tempting woman she's become, a few minutes isn’t enough.

The man I am today is used to getting what he wants, and I want her.

The problem? She wants the guy I used to be.

Ten years later, all that’s changed is… everything.

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I take her hand and remember the thousands of times I’ve done it before. “I’m glad we got to talk. It’s been too long.”

A few strands of her hair catch in the breeze and I tuck them behind her ear. Only just like with hearing my name and holding her hand, the tactile sensation from the soft strands between my fingers stirs up memories I thought safely put to bed. It gives me ideas I shouldn’t be considering.

“Hank?” Abby whispers, quiet and confused. “What are you doing?”

Losing my mind. “Giving us a better goodbye.”

My fingers curl in so the backs of my knuckles stroke her soft cheek. This is so messed up. I know what I’m doing is wrong, but she’s looking up into my eyes.

I kiss her.

By adult standards, it isn’t much of a kiss. A single brush of my mouth against hers and a lingering contact I’m not quite ready to give up. And yet that barely-there kiss has my heart slamming against my ribs and fire racing through my veins.

It’s like I’m fifteen again. Except instead of this being my first kiss with Abby, it’s our last, and I don’t want it to end.

I’m not talking about not wanting it to end like I didn’t want all the other Abby stuff to end before.

No, this is different.

I. Don’t. Want. This. To. End.

But too soon, that soft clinging contact is gone, leaving only the warmth of her breath against my lips.

One breath.

Two.

Three.

I open my eyes, realizing I’m not the only one still holding on. Abby’s free hand, the one that isn’t still trapped in mine, is wrapped around my tie.

She hasn’t let go.

A shadow passes over her eyes. “You’re not in Chicago for good.”

She isn’t really asking, but she wants to hear me say it anyway. She wants to remind us both that fundamentally nothing has changed. That we need to stop this before it goes too far, and hell, I know she’s right.

“I’m not. Tomorrow’s just a business trip, but all indications are I’ll be out of Chicago in a few months if this deal goes through.” And even if it doesn’t, there will be something else. There’s always something else.

It’s the deal breaker that lost me this woman ten years ago. After the way Abby grew up, she couldn’t watch me leave and she wouldn’t wait for me to come back. I didn’t understand until it was too late the first time around, but now I do.

And with her in my arms, it’s good that neither of us loses sight of the fact that this fundamental difference between us hasn’t changed.

She nods her understanding, and I wait for her to take a step back, for the shake of her head and quiet laugh. Only it doesn’t come. Instead, her eyes drop back to my mouth and the world around us starts to slow. Because I know that look. I fucking love that look.

But this has to be a mistake. We aren’t teenagers. We aren’t starting something new.

So what am I doing, uncurling my fist to sift my fingers into the dark silk behind her ear? Using that hold to tip her head back? Waiting until her heavy-lidded stare finds mine again?

What am I doing?

Only it doesn’t matter what I’m doing, because then Abby is the one tugging at my tie to bring me closer. She’s the one murmuring her agreement that this is a much better goodbye a scant inch from my mouth.

She’s the one short-circuiting my brain, and now the only thing I’m thinking is that I can do much, much better.

This time when my lips meet hers, there’s nothing barely-there about it. I kiss her hard, gathering her close, then closer still as she opens beneath me with a shuddering gasp I feel all the way through me.

Her fingers knot in my hair, then race over my shoulders and neck. Christ, her touch is electric, building the charge in my chest by the second.

We’re breathless and frantic. Devouring each other with a hot need that edges the line of control.

Just another minute and we’ll stop.

Just another taste.

My hand wraps in her hair and she moans around the thrust of my tongue.

Yes.

The part of my brain that’s still functioning is rolling through the data… 

We’re in a parking lot.

The press is camped out on the other side of the school.

I don’t do serious, and this is the girl I learned how to love with.

We should stop. No maybe about it.

But Abby’s breasts are pressing into my chest as she wraps her arms around my neck, and now there’s another part of my brain speaking up… and this is the part I know better than to listen to. It’s the part that dirty-talked me into climbing up the old oak outside Abby’s bedroom window… when her parents were home. It’s the part that swore up and down security wouldn’t notice if I let myself back into the lab at MIT after hours just to finish my experiment. And right now, it’s casually noting the parking lot is empty.

It’s asking me why, if the press knew we were back here, they aren’t calling my name to score a frontal face shot.

“Hank,” she gasps, and there’s no more mental chatter. I press her against the car, pinning her with the weight of my body.

Author Bio

Hard core romantic, stress baker, and housekeeper non-extraordinaire, Mira Lyn Kelly is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than a dozen sizzly love stories with over a million readers worldwide. Growing up in the Chicago area, she earned her degree in Fine Arts from Loyola University and met the love of her life while studying abroad in Rome, Italy… only to discover he’d been living right around the corner from her back home. Having spent her twenties working and playing in the Windy City, she’s now settled with her husband in rural Minnesota, where their four amazing children and two ridiculous dogs provide an excess of action and entertainment. When she isn’t reading, writing, or running the kids around, she loves watching the Chicago Blackhawks and action/adventure movies, blabbing with the girls, and cooking with her family and friends.

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