Interference
Pilots Hockey, #3
Pilots Hockey, #3
by Sophia Henry
Releasing June 7th 2016
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From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Interference (Pilots Hockey, #3) . . .
Heat & Ice. Fire & Steam. Conflict & Content. Linden (Indie) & Jason butt head more than once over more than one point. Linden was young but strong. Jason seemed to need to grow up more and get a little more life under his belt. There are emotional points, sweaty moments, and then the real kick in the pants the ex comes back and Jason walks away.
Linden was strong, independent, and responsible. She cares for her young son and younger brother. That finds a budding romance until her baby's father decides he wants to step in. Jason I did not fully understand. But it all worked out in the end. This was a sweet, emotional romance with minor encounters with hockey, ice, games, and play.
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Pilots Hockey series:
Delayed Penalty – Pilots Hockey, #1
Power Play – Pilots Hockey, #2
Interference – Pilots Hockey, #3
Blurb
“Sophia Henry tackles real issues that tug at your heartstrings,” raves bestselling author Rachel Harris. Now, in this sweet, sensual Pilots Hockey novel, a young single mom falls for a damaged coach pulling double-duty as a cop.
“Sophia Henry tackles real issues that tug at your heartstrings,” raves bestselling author Rachel Harris. Now, in this sweet, sensual Pilots Hockey novel, a young single mom falls for a damaged coach pulling double-duty as a cop.
Linden
Meadows doesn’t back down from anyone, especially if her family’s involved. So
when her little brother’s new hockey coach benches him in the middle of a game,
Linden lets him have it. She also notices that the coach is way hotter than she
expects, but Linden won’t let herself get burned by another athlete. Been
there, done that—and had a kid at seventeen to show for it.
When
Jason Taylor isn’t taking abuse from hockey moms, he’s patrolling the streets
as a member of the Bridgeland PD. After Jason pulls Linden over for speeding,
he begins to see that there’s more to her than a big mouth . . . or a lead
foot. Their chemistry leads to good company, intense conversation, and an
intimacy that pushes beyond the boundaries of friendship. And yet Linden’s
decision to keep her now three-year-old son, Holden, is a painful reminder to
Jason that his own mother gave him up for adoption.
Linden’s
sure she’s found the man to round out their family. But when Holden’s deadbeat
dad forces his way back into the picture, Jason starts to back off. He needs
time—to heal, to grow, and to love with all his heart.
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“What do you
recommend, Indie?” The woman asked, glancing at me before dropping her eyes
back to the menu.
“Um, well,” I said,
faltering. How did the cop’s mom know my name? Had he told his mom about me?
“She read your name
tag. Don’t get your hopes up.” Officer Taylor nodded at my chest.
Warmth rushed into my
cheeks as I skimmed my fingers across the badge pinned on the right side of my
shirt. Name tag, duh. Stupid overactive imagination. Of course he hadn’t told
his mom about me. He probably hated me.
The silly
disappointment I felt was short-lived, lasting only until his snarky comment
hit home.
“Well, the beef
brisket is a customer favorite, but I’d recommend the ribs. I mean, everyone
loves a pig, right?” I cocked my head to the side, pleased with my joke.
The cop’s lady friend
choked on the swig of beer she had taken. She raised her hand and patted her
chest.
“You okay, Mom?” He
asked, clapping her on the back.
Aha! She was his mom.
I knew it.
Taylor’s mom nodded.
“Went down the wrong pipe,” she squeaked out before coughing again.
“Should I give you
another minute?” I asked. I wanted to slink away. I shouldn’t have said that in
front of his mother. I wasn’t a confrontational person. What was it about him
that brought out that side of me?
“No, no. We’re
ready,” she said and coughed one last time to clear her throat. “I’ll take the
ribs.” She winked at me, then bit her lip to keep a smile away.
The cop’s mom was
pure awesome.
“And for you?” I
coughed my own smile away as I lifted my chin and focused my attention on the
officer.
“I’ll have the same
thing. I love pigs.” He held out his menu, a smug smile spreading across
his face. “With fries, please.”
“Oh, good lord,
Jason,” his mom hissed, emphasizing her annoyance with an eye roll.
Jason. Officer
Jackweed had a first name.
“Touché.” I nodded as
I plucked the menu from his hands, spinning away toward the safety of my
computer. If I didn’t know better, I’d think the cop was flirting with me.
It took every ounce
of willpower I had not to look over at Jason. Thanks to his mom, I now knew the
name of the infuriating, hot, jerky, muscular, arrogant, sexy man I hadn’t been
able to get out of my head since I saw him at my brother’s game.
“Indie!”
My head snapped up,
breaking me out of the fog of thoughts I’d disguised while inputting the dinner
order. How long had Kristen, a server who went by her initials, KK, been
calling me?
“Yeah. Sorry. What?”
I couldn’t get the right word out.
Get it together,
girl. Stop thinking of Jason’s buff forearms.
“Did you make that
Bloody Mary for table thirty-three?” KK asked.
“Table thirty-three?”
I glanced at Jason, whose eyes caught mine, then shook my head and looked at
the tiny printer on the end of the bar, buzzing as it spewed orders the servers
had punched in from the dining room computer.
Damn. Bloody Mary for
table thirty-three. Four ales, two reds, and a Weizen for various other tables.
Time to get my head
back in the game, especially since the printer wouldn’t stop. No looking at
Jason until I had to check on how his meal tasted. Usually, I wasn’t easily
thrown, especially by a guy.
It’s because he’s new
in town. That’s his intrigue. His mystery.
The drink orders
never slowed, and I turned my focus back to my customers at the bar and in the
dining room. On busy nights, I usually had a second bartender helping with the
madness, but Stacy had called in sick at last minute and I hadn’t found a
replacement. I couldn’t even be angry with her, since she was three months
pregnant. I knew how fast morning sickness came on, and how there was no
working around it some days.
I’d been so busy
filling drink orders and waiting on my customers at the bar that I hadn’t even
had a chance to check on Jason and his mom. Thankfully, a porter had brought
out their meals. At my first free moment, I wandered over to Jason.
“You scared off your
own mom?” I asked, nodding to the empty chair next to him.
“She’s using the
restroom.” Jason took a sip of his beer. “Are you gonna throw sarcastic
comments at me all night, or talk to me?”
“What do you want to
talk about?” I asked, filling a pint glass with red ale.
“Do you have a
boyfriend?”
Not a question I’d
expected.
“How is that your
business?”
“You smell like a
dude,” he blurted out.
I curled my fingers
around the glass, which had almost slipped out of my hand. “Excuse me?”
“Shit. I meant you
smell like men’s cologne,” Jason said, backtracking. “It wasn’t an insult.”
“I like the smell of
men’s cologne better than perfume.” I set the first pint aside and began
filling a second.
“Why’d you skip the
boyfriend question?”
“Because it’s not
your business.”
Jason leaned in, his
voice low. “It is if I want to ask you out.”
“You what?” I
readjusted my grip on the glass and pushed the handle of the tap back to stop
the flow of beer.
“I think we should
hang out.” Jason wiped his mouth with his napkin and tossed it onto his empty
plate.
“That’s the best you
can do, copper? I thought you were smoother than that.” I winked and walked
away, carrying the beers I’d filled to the end of the bar for a server to pick
up. Then I made a Moscow Mule and checked on a few other customers sitting at
the bar before printing Jason’s check and placing it in front of him.
“Will you please go
on a date with me?” Jason asked, not missing a beat.
My heart pounded
against my chest. I was both flattered and frustrated by his persistence. “You
expect me to say yes, don’t you?”
“It’s obvious that
you like me.” Jason’s blue eyes twinkled, catching light from the pendulum
fixture hanging over the bar.
“I like looking at
you,” I countered, “but your personality leaves a bit to be desired.”
“Really?” The skin
around his eyes crinkled when he smiled.
“Let’s pretend I’d
ever say yes. Where would a cocky cop take someone on a first date?” I couldn’t
wait to hear what he thought was fun.
“It’s a surprise.”
“You ask me on a date
and you don’t even know where you’re going to take me?” I lifted his plate and
wiped crumbs and condensation off the bar with a towel. “That’s sad, copper.”
“Why would you assume
that?” he asked, his tone indignant.
“Can I be honest?” I
asked. Time to strike the final blow. Though Jason had my insides flipping like
no one ever had before, now wasn’t the right time to start dating. I had a
million things to worry about before opening up my heart again.
“Please.” He nodded.
“You moved to a small
town to be a cop and coach hockey.” I paused. “You sound like a total bore.”
Author Info
Sophia Henry, a proud Detroit
native, fell in love with reading, writing, and hockey all before she became a
teenager. She did not, however, fall in love with snow. So after graduating
with an English degree from Central Michigan University, she moved to North
Carolina, where she spends her time writing books featuring hockey-playing
heroes, chasing her two high-energy sons, watching her beloved Detroit Red
Wings, and rocking out at concerts with her husband.
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