A little about the next book

I posted on Facebook yesterday that I might share a little info about the next book. That's what I'm doing today!

The next release is about the guys! Neil, Winston, and Grant, in case you didn't know. I'm already so nervous because I've never written anything like them before. This book is a lot of firsts for me.

-My first book that is told entirely in male POVs.
-My first book that is told in 3 POVs.
-The way it is written is new for me.

This will be a standalone NA sports romance book. Each guy, each relationship, each history is different yet intertwined together. I'm really excited and really nervous, but hopefully you'll like it.

As the image above shows, I'll post the title and release date in July. My newsletter subscribers will know those things on July 1st. If you want to know all the new information first, then you should sign up. :)

Monday's Book Spotlight

Last week, I read a book that has become a favorite. I mentioned on the blog last week and talked about it on Facebook and Twitter a little. This book has earned the place to be this week's spotlight. I was so happy to read a book featuring a hockey player and this doesn't disappoint in the least. Go on over to Amazon and order a copy!

A minor penalty that is not called until the offending team gains control of the puck. As long as the non-offending team maintains possession, the referee allows play to continue and signals a delayed penalty by raising his arm.

I’m Evan Mason, an NHL hockey player for the Chicago Blackhawks. I spend my nights roughing up two hundred pound defensemen and, at times, spend more time in the penalty box than I do on the ice.

That’s my job. 

One night changed everything I thought I once knew about my life on, and off, the ice.

A girl. 

A brutally beaten girl left to die in an alley.
I don’t know why or how but something made me stay that night after taking her to the hospital. I didn’t know her, nor did I have an obligation to stay but something inside of me rooted me there telling me I should stay. Saving a life is worth something. At least I thought so. And I wouldn’t have been me if I just simply left her there. 

Any man who put his heart and soul into a game of hockey couldn’t just walk away when someone needed them. She had no one else right now. The same guy who saw determination where there was desire, now saw hope where there was once despair.

I couldn’t leave. That wouldn’t be me. No, not a man that put all he had into something some called just a game. I couldn’t walk away from her holding onto life, weak and powerless to something she had no control over.

So I stayed. In a room full of family members praying for their loved ones to pull through, I prayed for a girl I didn’t know and had never met before, to have a beating heart. While others’ sorrows turned to grieving pain, I sat waiting on the words of the unknown.

No bond is stronger than the ones you’ll bleed for.