I’m so excited to bring you a deleted scene from PUCKED UP by Helena Hunting! If you don’t know about the PUCKED series, seriously, you need to rectify. I will list the books below. You don’t have to like sports, or hockey, or sports novels to love PUCKED. I tell you this because I tend to avoid sports novels, and I loved PUCKED! It will be on my favorites of 2015 list for sure.
PUCKED (The PUCKED Series Book 1) by Helena Hunting
With a famous NHL player for a stepbrother, Violet Hall is well acquainted with the playboy reputation of many a hockey star. So of course she isn’t interested in legendary team captain Alex Waters or his pretty, beat-up face and rock-hard six-pack abs. When Alex inadvertently obliterates Violet’s misapprehension regarding the inferior intellect of hockey players, he becomes much more than just a hot body with the face to match.
Suffering from a complete lapse in judgment, Violet discovers just how good Alex is with the hockey stick in his pants. Violet believes her night of orgasmic magic with Alex is just that: one night. But Alex starts to call. And text. And email and send extravagant—and quirky—gifts. Suddenly, he’s too difficult to ignore, and nearly impossible not to like.
The problem is, the media portrays Alex as a total player, and Violet doesn’t want to be part of the game.
My Mini Review: (See the full 5 star review here complete with some funny quotes)
I really pucking loved the stupid vagina jokes and dick jokes and other immature idiocies in Pucked. I also enjoyed the romance, the angst, the sweetness, and the awesome sex. From what I’ve seen, you either love Violet or hate her. I totally loved her, but it took a little time before I came to that conclusion. The playful banter between the hero and heroine were exactly what I absolutely LOVE to read about, and I think Ms. Hunting did an amazing job. Pucked was the perfect blend of silly humor, sweet romance and hot sex, and I hope she writes a spin-off, because I’ll snatch it right up. (Hee-hee…snatch). (Edit: Luckily she did!)
PUCKED Up (Book 2) by Helena Hunting
Miller “Buck” Butterson has been banging his way through life ever since a puck to the face fixed his messed up front teeth. After five years in the NHL, deflecting goals on the ice and scoring them with puck bunnies, Miller has decided he’s ready for a girlfriend. A real, non-bunny girlfriend to take on dates, and not jump into bed with after five seconds of conversation.
Miller thinks he’s found that woman in his teammate’s sister. Except, unlike team captain and all-around nice guy Alex Waters—who happens to date his stepsister, Miller’s media reputation as a manwhore is well earned. Beyond that minor detail, Miller doesn’t know the first thing about relationships or the time and effort they require.
Miller learns—eventually—that if he wants to make Sunshine “Sunny” Waters fall for him, he’s going to have to do a whole lot more than show her his stick skills in the bedroom.
I will be reading this this month. I can’t wait!
PUCKED Over (Book 3) by Helena Hunting
Lily LeBlanc isn’t versed in the art of casual sex, but after seven years in an on-again, off-again relationship, she’s definitely willing to give it a shot. And who better to try it with than her best friend’s boyfriend’s best friend? What could possibly go wrong? Nothing at all.
NHL player, Randy Ballistic, lives up to his last name on the ice and in the bedroom. His best friend and teammate has recently given up the puck bunnies and traded them in for a real girlfriend. And she just happens to have a seriously feisty, extra-hot best friend on the rebound. Randy’s more than happy to be Lily’s spring board back into the dating scene.
Casual sex is only casual until those pesky things called emotions get involved. Once that happens, someone’s bound to gets pucked over.
A Pucked Up Deleted Scene
I lie on the bed, watching Sunny from across the room. She’s in the bathroom, fixing her sex hair. After a couple minutes I decide she’s too far away. Also, my dick is coated in dried spermicide and likely smells like latex, so I should probably take care of that.
I roll off the mattress and come up behind her just as she fastens the braid with a hair tie. I’m half hard again. It never takes long to get a second wind. The third is a little slower to rise. The forth can take as much as an hour, but the longevity is fucking stellar. I’m not sure how much sex is on the menu tonight. Sunny glances up, our eyes meeting in the mirror. She leans forward and turns on the faucet as I step into her, my sort-of-hard-on bumping against her ass.
The possibilities hit me. Options I shouldn’t entertain but want to. What’s that saying? You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink. I think the same thing goes for reformed manwhoring. I can remove myself from the manwhore pool, but I can’t eradicate some of the dirty things I want to do to Sunny. Not that I would. Just that I want to.
Like right now I want to bend her over the vanity and finger fuck her until she comes on my hand. Which isn’t particularly dirty, but it’s voyeuristic, and I don’t think Sunny has much experience with that kind of thing.
I’d also like to get her on her knees and have her put my dick in her mouth while I watch in three dimensions and two dimensions. Later I’d like to do her in the shower. The options are endless, but I don’t have a very good sense of her adventurousness in bed yet, so it’s one sexual position at a time.
I put my hands on her hips and let my semi rub on the swell of her ass as lean in to kiss her shoulder. She pumps soap into her hand and rubs them together, forming a lather. She’s a thorough hand washer.
Hands still covered in foam, she turns and wraps her warm, soapy hands around my dick. I exhale a heavy breath. “This isn’t going to make my hard-on go away.” Well, it will, eventually, but it’ll take a while.
“That’s okay.” She keeps stroking, all that foamy soap making her hand slip up and down with ease.
After a minute of slow deliberate stroking, during which she goes over and around the head with her palm multiple times, she moves to stand behind me. Maybe she’s going to jerk me off and watch. Which is pretty awesome. She’s still holding onto my cock with one hand. Nudging me forward until I’m pressed up against the vanity, she checks the temperature of the running water with her wrist. Cupping her hand under the stream she dribbles a little over my cock.
I’m totally hard now. Like right back to where I was when we were doing the slip ’n slide, just before I got inside her.
No one has ever washed my junk after sex. Usually that’s something I take care of on my own. It’s kind of nice. I like it. Sunny rests her cheek on my arm—she’s almost shoulder height on me—as she continues to pour warm water over my cock and stroke. The bubbles kept multiplying.
“I have to admit, I’m kinda glad you don’t change size much when you get hard.”
I’m not sure how to feel about that statement. I frown and glance up from the awesome sight of her hand around me and meet her gaze in the mirror.
She kisses my bicep and explains, “I was a little concerned. It’s already big enough.”
And there it is, the ego stroke I don’t need but love because it’s coming from her. She finishes rinsing me shuts off the tap. I turn, looking forward to whatever she has planned next.
She claps her hands and smiles. “Okay. Well, we’re all cleaned up. I guess it’s time for bed.”
I stare blankly at her. Then I look down at my hard-on. He’s sticking straight out. One could top it like it’s a banana sundae and nothing would fall off since it’s parallel to the floor. I attempt to reply, but the words aren’t really happening. “Uhhh…”
Sunny gives me a curious look and fiddles with the end of her braid. “You don’t want to go back to bed?”
“To sleep?” Words are better than sounds.
“What else would we do?”
I look at my reflection, wondering if she sees what I see.
Sunny bursts into a fit of giggles. “You should see your face right now. It’s priceless.”
“Of course I’m kidding. We have all those condoms. We shouldn’t let them go to waste.”
I’m relieved. Going to bed with a wicked hard-on is not a good way to end the night. But pre-sleep sex sounds pretty damn perfect.
Oooh, now I really can’t wait to read this!
Helena Hunting is also the author of the Clipped Wings Series and The Librarian Principle. Check out her Amazon page here.
- Signed Copy of Pucked Up by Helena Hunting
- Kindle Fire HD6
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