Pucked Off by Helena Hunting: Book Tour + Excerpt + Review

Title: Pucked Off

Series: Pucked

Author: Helena Hunting

Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance

Publish Date: February 21, 2017
Review Source: Social Butterfly PR

I’m NHL defenseman Lance Romero, AKA Lance “Romance."

I’m notorious for parties and excess. I have the most penalty minutes in the league. I get into the most fights. I take the most hits. I’m a player on and off the ice. I’m the one women with no inhibitions want.

Not because I like the notoriety, but because I don’t know how to be any other way.

I have secrets. Ones I shared with the wrong person, and she used them against me. Sometimes she still does. I should cut ties. But she makes it difficult, because she’s the kind of bad I deserve.

At least that’s what I believed until someone from my past gets caught up in my present. She’s all the good things in this world. She lights up my dark.

I shouldn’t want her.

But I do.

I should leave her alone.

But I won’t.

Lord have mercy. Helena sure does know how to slay my heart. When you think that she can not possibly top her last in the series, she somehow manages to do just that. 

I am pretty sure that I am partial to red heads, seeing as I am one, but holy cow were there waaaay too many swoon worthy moments. Lance aka Romance, sure knows how to capture a woman and make her panties melt right off of her body. He slowly stalks his prey , yet he does not pounce. Lance knows that he needs to be careful with who he's after. He knows that Poppy is different. He can feel it in his bones, even though he doesn't know her....or does he? She feels like home, like familiarity. Progressively, Lance remembers Poppy. He remembers that she is someone special. For she is not a bunny. Lance must take this slow and once he has her, he refuses to let her go. 

Poppy is afraid. She has been down this road before. She doesn't want to get hurt, but her heart has always belonged to Lance. The day  that Lance walked into her massage therapy office, her world flipped, turned upside down. She, nor her life will ever be the same. He is so unexpected and yet, perfection. It's hard for Poppy to trust Lance, but in her heart of hearts, she knows he is it. With his red hair, freckles and Scottish accent, she is putty in his hands. 

I crave each and every book in Helena's Pucked series. I promise that each one is full of angst, comedy, banter and so much sexiness. I'm telling you ... this woman's writing is amazing. I am sucked into every one of her books and don't ever want them to end. I must see to it that I add this bad boy to my shelf, next to his brothers and sisters. Make sure you pick up your copy of Pucked Off ... Lance is waiting!!

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Armed with my clipboard, I walk down the hall to the waiting room. Lance is impossible to miss. Despite the fact that he’s wearing a sweatshirt and the hood is covering half of his face, he’s more than six feet of broad, hockey-playing man.

He’s so wide his shoulders encroach on the chairs on either side, which would explain why no one is sitting next to him. He’s slouched down so his head rests on the back of the chair, and his hands are clasped in his lap, a baseball cap hanging off one knee. His lips, plush and soft—I know since I’ve had them on mine; it might have been a decade ago, but I remember it clearly—are parted. He looks like he’s asleep.

I clear my throat. “Lance Romero?”

He doesn’t move.

Bernadette, the receptionist, gives me a meaningful look.

I clear my throat again and call his name a second time.

He jolts awake and the hood falls back, exposing his face. It’s not in good shape. He has a black eye and bruises on his left cheek. There’s a fly bandage across one eyebrow.

Sadly, he’s still hot.

He blinks a few times, yawns, and smacks his lips, his tongue touching the split in the bottom one. His gaze sweeps the room and finally lands on me. Heat explodes in my cheeks and courses through my limbs, warming me from the inside out as he starts at my sneaker-clad feet and roams up over my yoga pants to my company-issued T-shirt before stopping at my face. I can’t look directly at him for more than a couple of seconds. I sincerely hope he doesn’t remember me. I cannot go there and also be professional.

I’m sure the smile he gives me has melted many a panty off a slutty bunny. Mine stay right where they’re supposed to, wedged up my ass.

I force a polite, professional veneer. “I’m ready for you now.”

NYT and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She's writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy. 






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