I’m so excited and proud to be involved in this Hockey Holidays anthology.

http://books2read.com/hockeyholidays/

It’s a collection of 18 brand new romance stories from USA Today, New York Times, and all your favorite best selling hockey romance authors, the proceeds of which will go to the USA Warriors Ice Hockey Program.

Here’s bit about them:

The Program’s mission is to organize and administer an ice hockey program that provides a recreational, therapeutic experience and education.

The program educates, trains, motivates, and encourages the formation of “USA Warrior Hockey Programs” locally and nationally while encouraging individuals who have physical disabilities incurred during service to the United States to participate in the sport of ice hockey in an environment that is adapted to the level of their ability.

The USA Warriors Ice Hockey Program, Inc. is staffed by volunteers, on-ice and off-ice mentors and directors who do not receive any compensation, stipend or other remuneration for their time.

Please consider buying a copy of the anthology so we can make that donation a big one. The price for all 18 stories is only $.99 now, but the price goes up on November 19, so you might want to act quickly.

How We Fell in Love (Ice Cats) by Toni Aleo

He knew she was the one, she wasn’t so sure, which is why Grace and James’ love story is one for the ages.

A Second Shot by Shannon Stacey

She was the one who got away—the woman Erik Burke walked away from to focus on the game—but when their paths cross once again, all he wants for Christmas is the chance to take another shot at love.

A Wolfe Brothers Christmas (Game On in Seattle) by Jami Davenport

Spending their first Christmas together in years, the Wolfe brothers fumbling attempts to create good memories go awry.

Christmas Crosscheck (The Dallas Comets) by Jaymee Jacobs

Bryan’s planning to propose to Georgiana on Christmas Eve, but will the chaos of their families’ first holiday together ruin their special moment?

The Final Slapshot by Jean C. Joachim

Harry “Deke” Edmonds hides his secret, hoping for a Christmas miracle. When confronted with the truth, will his heart-breaking decision cost him both Kitty and the Huskies?

Lucky Holiday (The Las Vegas Kingsnakes) by Jennifer Lazaris

Vegas forward Tyler Quinn made the biggest mistake of his life when he broke Ella’s heart, and he’ll need more than an ace up his sleeve to win her back in time for Christmas.

Dmitri’s Christmas Angel (Las Vegas Sidewinders) by Kat Mizera

Two women. Two surprise pregnancies. Dmitri Papadakis is screwed.

His Christmas Cinderella (San Francisco Dragons) by Kate Willoughby

On his way to the team holiday party, Gideon Aguilar mistakes Bailey Peng for his Uber driver. After inviting her to join him, they make more than merry, but at the end of the evening, the sexiest, most captivating woman he’s ever met is nowhere to be found.

Red-Hot Trouble (Hot Ice) by Lily Harlem

Sophie Delaney never intended to walk into ‘that’ locker room, at ‘that’ moment, but she did, it happened, and now she’ll never be the same again.

Christmas Interference (The Baltimore Banners) by Lisa B. Kamps

Shane Masters no longer believes in second chances, happy-ever-afters…or love. Can the woman who knew him best thaw his heart with a little holiday magic before it’s too late?

The Devoted Father and the Introvert (The New Hampshire Bears) by Mary Smith

Elexis Dunaway loves Twitter and work. Dag Limon loves his twin boys and playing professional hockey. Soon their worlds will collide with one simple tweet.

Her Best Worst Boyfriend (Vancouver Vice Hockey) by Melanie Ting

This Christmas, Em Davis is bringing Mr. Wrong home to prove a point to her parents. He’s arrogant, conceited, and uneducated, and they’re going to hate him. But what if Ian Reid turns out to be Mr. Right?

Icing isn’t Only for Cookies (The Renegades Series) by Melody Heck Gatto

Avery James wasn’t looking for love when tall, dark, and deliciously handsome hockey player Kyler Wilson walked into her bakery.

Dallas Christmas by RJ Scott

Logan knows lusting after his captain’s brother can only lead to trouble. But when fate throws him and the temptation that is Archie together, it’s hard not to fall in love.

All I Want (San Francisco Strikers) by Stephanie Kay

When fate finally brings first loves Maggie and Alex back to the same city, will Maggie be brave enough to give the relationship she never forgot a second chance? Or will she put their love on ice?

Holding On Tight (Buffalo Bedlam) by Susan Scott Shelley

For Buffalo Bedlam defenseman Vince Forsberg and his boyfriend Joseph Parelli, the pressure to make their first Christmas together perfect leads to a lot of chaos, holiday mishaps, and some unexpected results.

A Star-Crossed Christmas (Cayuga Cougars) by V.L. Locey

Two years ago, Mitch shared an explosive kiss with his childhood friend, Olympic snowboarder, Shaun. Will Christmas be the time for the two men to untangle lust from love, and find a future together that works?

The Playboy (Redtails Hockey) by Stephanie Julian

Kyle is back in the minors to rehab his career but that’s not all he’s hoping to fix. He wants to get back the girl he left behind, but convincing Leah to take another chance on this former playboy will be harder than making it back to the NHL.

I’m so excited. The release of Clean Sweep is only three days away. Early reviews have been fantastic. Here are some highlights.

“[Clean Sweep] spoke volumes to my heart, and spoke volumes to my hockey loving soul, I absolutely loved it!! …it’s a beautifully written story certain to leave your heart happy!” —Red’s Romance Reviews

“These are characters that feel so real, so right, and the situations they faced were authentic and heart-tugging.” —Viper S.

“This is my first book that I have read from Kate Willoughby. And I loved it. It is my jam. I am going to add all of her books to my TBR list!” — Emily U. 

“Willoughby is one of the best authors I’ve never read.” — Isha C.

Hey, rom-com lovers! If you didn’t score a new e-reading device during Prime Day, this contest is still open! You can win a copy of my hockey-player-goes-to-summer-camp-second-chance-romance, WHATEVER IT TAKES, plus a bunch of other fun summer reads!

Enter here: https://booksweeps.com/book-giveaway/romantic-comedy-chick-lit-july-2018/

 

When he got home from practice, Cam took a good hard look at his house, trying to see it as a stranger would. Unfortunately, Max was right. His place was hideously messy. It wasn’t that he didn’t like things clean; he did. He appreciated cleanliness. When on one of their twenty-some annual road trips, he liked how spotless everything was in the hotel. He could usually keep it that way for the one or two nights he was in the hotel room. At home it was a different story. It all boiled down to how much dirt and disorganization he could handle, and his tolerance level was pretty high. On the spectrum between Buckingham Palace and the aforementioned crack house, he landed squarely on the crack house end. As a public figure, he had a responsibility to the team to keep up appearances and he didn’t particularly want to be that guy, the one who everyone thought of as the slob first and a hockey player second.

Even so, on the morning the maid Max ordered for him was due, Cam fought the urge to tidy up. From the moment he got out of bed, he questioned himself. Would he normally have thrown that water bottle away, or would he have left it on the counter? He was toying with the idea of making this a regular gig, but only if he didn’t have to perform the pre-visit tidying ritual that Max and Paul’s wife, Natalie, did. As much as possible, he wanted the state of his house today to be “authentic.”

The doorbell rang and his two dogs erupted in a cacophony of barking. He had an Akita/Shepherd mix, Zeus, and a tan-and-white Chihuahua, Gizmo. Gizmo could be counted on to behave, but Zeus was still a pup at heart.

Cam checked the front door video feed. His security system allowed him to use his phone to view several spots outside of the house. Holy shit. She was a looker. Mid-twenties. Hourglass figure. Long brown hair that tumbled to her shoulders. Oddly, she wore makeup that made her look like she was going to a club rather than cleaning his house. Maybe she had a date afterward. She also wore some kind of electronic device about the size of an Oreo on a cord around her neck.

Holding on to Zeus’s collar, Cam opened the door. Warily eyeing his dogs, she had a gym bag slung over her shoulder and a rolling crate of cleaning supplies.

“Hi. I’m Suzette,” she said with a damned pretty smile. “I’m here to clean your house.”

“I’m Cam. This is Zeus and this little fella is Gizmo. Come on in. They’re friendly,” he said. “They just need to get used to you.”

Zeus pulled to get loose, but Cam held on. “I hope you’re prepared for a mess,” he said as his dog attempted to inhale all the olfactory atoms he possibly could.

“I’m used to messes,” Suzette said. “Is there a room where I can change?”

Change? He flicked his gaze over her—skinny jeans that clung to her superbly rounded ass, a gray T-shirt, a pair of red Converse shoes. Maybe she wanted to put on a smock or an apron or something. Zeus was now sniffing her feet, his tail wagging at a slow enough tempo that Cam risked letting him go.

“Ah, sure. There’s a bathroom right over there, on the right.”

“Thanks.” She pulled a piece of paper out of a folder in the crate and handed it to him. “If you could, I need you to sign this waiver thing before we get started.”

She left the cart of cleaning supplies in the foyer, but took her duffle with her.

Shit. Now that she was here, he felt even more embarrassed about the state of his house. Despite his earlier intent to leave his house in its raw state, he hustled to the kitchen and attempted to consolidate the dirty dishes into a pile instead of leaving them on every available square inch of counter. Damn it. Shouldn’t he get a pass just by virtue of being a single guy living alone? People knew that single guys were messy. They expected it. He’d just make sure to give her a really big tip. That should do the trick.

“Okay, let’s get started. Did you sign it?” she asked from the front hallway.

Shit. He’d forgotten. He grabbed a pen and scrawled his name on it. In his haste, he put his jersey number too, like he’d done thousands of times when signing autographs. Dumbass.

He scratched out the number just as she came into the kitchen. Wearing only lingerie.

A black lacy push-up bra, matching panties, a garter belt, thigh high stockings, and some fuck-me pumps.

What.

The.

Ever-loving.

Fuck?

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