FIVE STARS FOR Bad Reputation

Karie G.
Karie G.
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I love hockey books and this one made me love them even more. Chase is a man after my heart. He's the total package and Cassie loved that he's her best friend. So much so, she can't even see the way he really feels. This book will put you through the ringer. As always this author is amazing and has her own twist on things.
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I would have to say that this is definitely one of my favourite reads of the year. I loved the story, I loved the chemistry, and I loved the characters. It had everything I look for in a light-hearted rom-com and more.
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Chase and Cassie's journey will make you laugh and melt into a puddle of "swoon". Everything these two go through- denial, lying to each other and themselves, admission to their feelings and wants and so much more, was executed perfectly and kept you interested from beginning to end. And the end? Honest to god, just awesome!


October 3, 2017




Contemporary Sports Romance

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✔️ Hockey 

✔️ World-class A-hole

✔️ Friends to Lovers

✔️ Bad Boy

✔️ Good Girl

Meet the most wanted players in sports . . .one ridiculously hot alpha male at a time.

Chase: With a nickname like “Sin,” it’s no wonder they call me the bad boy of hockey. Opponents curse me. Fans scream my name—in the arena and in other, much more private places. Penalties or not, I’m not afraid to dish out a little pain. But pleasure? That’s my weakness. And no one knows it better than my best friend, Cassie Desrosiers. I’d have to be blind not to notice her rocking body and teasing grin. So when she invites me along on a trip to Vegas, my curiosity isn’t the only thing that’s aroused.

Cassie: Chase Barrett is a world-class A-hole. As his best friend, I’m allowed to call him on his BS. Who else is going to do it? Certainly not the puck bunnies swooning at every flex of his biceps. Everyone knows that Chase is the love-’em-and-leave-’em type. There’s no such thing as commitment for the king of casual hookups. So why should I care? Maybe because all work and no play makes me a sexually frustrated girl. It’s time to put the hockey stud at my beck and call to good use . . . but after a week in Vegas with Chase, I might never want to go back to the real world.

I had the pleasure of sitting down with hockey’s most notable bad boy and let me tell you, he lives up to his name. Then again, have you seen him? Six-five, two-twenty, the guy’s a beast. The fans adore him, the other team fears him, and the ladies . . . well, they want to climb him like a jungle gym. Ask anyone who follows hockey and they will tell you that Chase Barrett can be as bad as he wants, whenever and wherever.
—Excerpt from Sports Unlimited’s Bad Boys of Sports edition


“We love you, Sin!” someone yells as I skate to the box.

A familiar tune plays through the arena—“Get Free” by the Vines—and the crowd boos the refs. I fight a smile as I step into the penalty box, then drop my ass on the bench and grab a water bottle.

“Next time, kick his ass, Barrett!

The fact that my cheering section sits directly behind the penalty box doesn’t surprise me in the least. Maybe they got the memo that this is the best way to get close to me since I’ve become rather acquainted with this particular seat.

I offer a fist in the air as acknowledgment, but don’t bother looking back. I’m more focused on the replay on the jumbotron, curious as to what that play looked like from a different angle. I’m well aware of what it looked like from down here on the ice.

Not pretty.

For the other guy.

The memory of the asshole’s face when I cross-checked him makes me smile. No, I didn’t use enough force to injure him, just enough to get his attention. My temper got the best of me. It happens.

Not my fault the pretty boy thought it was okay that he got away with high-sticking me earlier. If the ref isn’t going to call it, I’m more than willing to deliver my own punishment. And I did. Didn’t matter to me that I’d earn a two-minute minor that put me right in the box. That’s what I do.

Truthfully, I probably deserved a double minor for that little stunt I pulled, but I’m good with two. Certainly not going to ask for more.
I have a theory about this. With my recent four-year, $25 million contract, I figure I should give my team their money’s worth. No, my coach won’t be thrilled with my actions tonight, and I’ll probably get a good tongue-lashing, but it boils down to this: My actions throw my opponents off their game.
Sometimes that’s necessary.

See, the fans call me Sin, the coach calls me a troublemaker, the other team calls me a nuisance, and the media calls me the bad boy of hockey. Oh, and my best friend Cassie . . . well, she calls me a world-class asshole. All are probably fitting, considering.

I took on the nickname Sin long before I got my break in the NHL six years ago, at the ripe young age of twenty-one. I think it first happened when I was around sixteen, maybe seventeen, back during a time when winning and losing didn’t mean quite the same thing as it does in the big leagues. If you’re into ice hockey, you’re probably familiar with the penalty box, also referred to as the sin bin. Yep, that’s where I spend a lot of my time, hence the nickname.

I’ve earned it.

I’m proud of it.

As for why they call me the bad boy of hockey . . . I’m fairly certain that has nothing to do with hockey and everything to do with my “player” status with the ladies. I don’t hear anyone complaining though. I’d have to assume that it’s also the reason I made the cover of Sports Unlimited. Two years in a row. Sure, one of those might have been the “Bad Boys of Sports” issue, but so be it. I’m not above being in the limelight. It keeps my name circulating, which ultimately keeps me playing.

Truth is, I really don’t give a shit what anyone calls me as long as they keep sending my ass out on the ice. It might look like I don’t enjoy what I do, considering all the time I spend in the penalty box, but don’t let that fool you. I love every fucking minute of it. In fact, I love every aspect of my life.
As the seconds tick down, I keep my attention divided between the timer and my teammates who are forced on the penalty kill because of me. Some probably think I should feel bad, but I don’t.

​Not even a little bit.

Publication Date: October 3, 2017
Publisher: Penguin-Random House / LoveSwept
Cover Design : Penguin-Random House / LoveSwept
Cover Image Copyright © Penguin-Random House / LoveSwept

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Publication Date:  2018
Publisher: Tantor
Narrators:  Rock Engle, Kasha Kensington