It’s that time of the week again: Hunk Day! You’ve made it to Wednesday and you deserve a treat! Yesterday, ALEX, the first of Sawyer Bennett’s Cold Fury Hockey Series launched and after looking at the cover all day, we couldn’t help but make today’s hunk day a hockey hotties bonanza. Enjoy these sexy ice skating hunks. They may not be just like Alex Crossman from the Cold Fury team, but I think they’ll do… We’ve picked five to feature here but there will be more hotties popping up on our Romance at Random Facebook and Twitter and our Loveswept Pinterest page. What do you think? Are you a big hockey fan? 1. Starting off with an old favorite: Ryan Kesler. Yum! 2. So this is what it’s like to get a sneak peek … Continue
“I should let her go… right now, right this very minute. But I’m a selfish bastard and I’m not going to do it. I’m going to keep her until I’m ready to destroy her, and then I’ll just add that to the pile of guilt I’m already suffering under.” An emotional romance with a hint of darkness, ALEX is at once sexy, heartbreaking and hopeful. Bennett bravely tackles issues of abuse and addiction, and still delivers a sizzling sports romance. Cold as ice. That’s how I would describe hockey star Alex Crossman. He’s gorgeous, he’s a loner, and he’s broken. Growing up with an abusive, alcoholic father has left him unable to form meaningful relationships. That is, until he meets Sutton Price. Now, I’m all about my book boyfriends, and Alex is certainly worthy,… Continue
As the Stanley Cup championships come to an end, there is a new beginning for hockey fans -- meet the Carolina Cold Fury hockey team -- hot hockey hunks that melt the ice!! Alex Crossman is the first of many - squeee - and just wait until you meet them all. Alpha guys that withstand pain like no other and its not just physical . . . read more about Alex and Sutton's story here.
Okay, I admit… it’s true. When I was first introduced to the sport of hockey, I never saw the players as hot. Or sexy. Or as imminently lickable. In fact, my first NHL game was when my dad took me to see his beloved (and now my beloved) Pittsburgh Penguins about twenty-five years ago. I had never seen a game before in my life and I remember being enthralled when one of the players took a puck to the chin. He bled all over the ice as he calmly skated over to his bench. I was most impressed when the refs started kicking at the frozen blood to get it off the ice. They made a big pile of frozen, blood slush and kicked it into the back of one of the nets. From that day forward, I was hooked on the sport.