Across the Line (In the Zone Book 2) by Kate Willoughby
Contemporary Hockey Romance
What they’re saying about Across the Line:
"With this second book in the series, this author just made my "auto-buy author" list!!"
5 stars, Christi of Smitten With Reading
"As long as Kate Willoughby keeps writing, I will keep reading her wonderful books."
- 4.5 stars, Steffi from Swept Away by Romance.
"I enjoyed the book so much that I have gone back and purchased the first book in the series..."
-5 stars, Christine Mize, Goodreads
About Across the Line
Calder Griffin needs to get back in shape. Sidelined last season by a knee injury, he's determined to return to the San Diego Barracudas and play the best hockey of his career. This might even be the year he gets out of his talented older brother's shadow.
For months, Becca Chen has poured her energy into Cups, the restaurant she owns, desperate to prove to her parents that she can succeed in the career of her choice, not theirs. But after she spends a five-hour plane ride flirting with charming, magic-on-the-ice Calder, she tells herself she needs a fling.
Becca and Calder can't keep their hands off each other, but they know the relationship can't last. They live on opposite coasts, and they're both too devoted to their careers. All they have to do is prevent their feelings from crossing the line from lust to love...
Excerpt from Across the Line:
“You wanna get a drink?” he asked her, unwilling to let her go. It wasn’t even ten yet.
She shook her head. “You have to get a splint for that finger and I have to go in early tomorrow and cook.”
She regarded him with one raised eyebrow. She did that a lot. “How much experience do you have?”
“None,” he admitted. “I don’t really cook much. I’m more of a…microwaver.” He moved closer to her and she leaned back against the side of her car. It was a beat-up thing from the nineties.
“Then you won’t be much use to me,” she said, her face looking a bit flushed.
He smiled. “Maybe I could provide some other type of service.” Careful of his finger, he put his hands on her waist.
“Oh?” she said, looking up at him. “What kind of service?”
He moved his thumbs back and forth, brushing the undersides of her breasts ever so lightly. “Massage.”
He got the eyebrow again. “Massage.”
“That’s correct. My specialty is body-to-body massage. And before you ask, body-to-body massage is where I don’t just use my hands like ordinary inferior masseuses. I utilize my entire body. Stop laughing. I’m serious.”
“Oh, I know you’re serious,” she said, her eyes bright with amusement.
“So, let’s book you an appointment. I’m free tonight.”
“Not so fast.” She placed her palms on his chest but didn’t push very hard.
“Oh, I get it. You’re skeptical. I understand that. That’s why I offer a free lip massage.” He leaned in and started nuzzling her neck.
“This gets better and better.” She tried to sound reluctant, but her body language told another story. She wove her fingers in his hair.
“Make fun all you want,” he said, catching her gaze, “but I’m certain you’ll want the full body-to-body massage after you try the freebie.”
With that, he slowly lowered his head and kissed her. Softly at first. Unassuming nibbles that didn’t demand much. She responded, catching his bottom lip between her teeth, teasing him with her tongue. She gave back, took the lead. He liked that. He liked it a lot. He wanted to kiss her all night. He wanted to lick every inch of her gorgeous body. He had the crazy urge to bring her back to Green Veil Falls and get naked with her under the night sky. Why not? It was summer. Of course, his luck, the mosquitoes would have a party feasting on his bare ass.
She pulled back, panting, her lips wet.
“Calder, wait. What about your finger? We should get the splint on it, ice it some more.”
He chuckled. “Do you have any idea how little I care about my finger right now?”
About Kate Willoughby
Award winning author Kate Willoughby happily writes her hockey romances in Southern California. She is married and has two sons, a dog, and a betta fish. When she’s not writing, she’s watching hockey. When it’s not hockey season, she whines a lot.