No last names. No life stories. Those were the rules.
Once upon a time a cocky, copper-haired tourist sauntered into Zara’s bar. And even though she knew better, Zara indulged in a cure for the small-town blues. It was supposed to be an uncomplicated fling—a few sizzling weeks before he went back to his life, and she moved on.
Until an accidental pregnancy changed her life.
Two years later, she’s made peace with the notion that Dave No-Last-Name will never be found. Until one summer day when he walks into her coffee shop, leveling her with the same hot smile that always renders her defenseless.
Dave Beringer has never forgotten the intense month he spent with prickly Zara. Their nights together were the first true intimacy he’d ever experienced. But the discovery of his child is the shock of a lifetime, and his ugly past puts relationships and family out of reach.
Or does it? Vermont’s countryside has a way of nurturing even tortured souls. The fields and the orchards—and hard won love—are Bountiful.
They don’t play for the same team. Or do they?
Jamie Canning has never been able to figure out how he lost his closest friend. Four years ago, his tattooed, wise-cracking, rule-breaking roommate cut him off without an explanation. So what if things got a little weird on the last night of hockey camp the summer they were eighteen? It was just a little drunken foolishness. Nobody died.
Ryan Wesley’s biggest regret is coaxing his very straight friend into a bet that pushed the boundaries of their relationship. Now, with their college teams set to face off at the national championship, he’ll finally get a chance to apologize. But all it takes is one look at his longtime crush, and the ache is stronger than ever.
Jamie has waited a long time for answers, but walks away with only more questions—can one night of sex ruin a friendship? If not, how about six more weeks of it? When Wesley turns up to coach alongside Jamie for one more hot summer at camp, Jamie has a few things to discover about his old friend... and a big one to learn about himself. Warning: contains sexual situations, skinnydipping, shenanigans in an SUV and proof that coming out to your family on social media is a dicey proposition.
Jamie and Wes’ story was consuming, empowering, honest, and hotter than hell! Holy hockey pucks and purple skittles did I fall head over heels in love with this love story. – Kelly, Perusing Princesses
I was on the fence for so long because I will be the first to hold my hand up and say that M/M has never really done anything for me in the past. However, two very good author friends told me nearly a year ago that I had to read this book and after some deliberation, I finally jumped in! Alas, I’m converted because my reservations have been silenced with this book.
Jamie and Wes’ story was consuming, empowering, honest, and hotter than hell! Holy hockey pucks and purple skittles did I fall head over heels in love with this love story.
Wes was always aware of his sexual orientation from a young age, and his battle to keep his true feelings hidden from his best friend was honourable and I loved him for it.
Jamie has never had to work hard for female attention but when one drunken night presents an opportunity to experiment he doesn’t shy away from his best friend, and from that moment on questions and confusion rears its head for Jamie, but what was so pleasurable about this read was there was no disgust by any of it, just a quiet, almost diplomatic realisation of personal self awareness that was embraced with sympathetic maturity on a scale that isn’t often seen in ‘fictional’ life changing circumstances.
Witnessing these two talented and beautiful young men manifest into more was a really beautiful reading experience that made me want to bitch slap myself for not delving in sooner.
US is the sequel and I can’t wait to get back on the rink with these boys to see what happens next.