"Bishop and Stevie's relationship is pure, raw, can't-take-your-eyes-off-the-the-page kindle crack. One of my favorite books by this brilliant author." - LJ Shen, USA Today bestselling author
A Favor for a Favor, all-new standalone slow burn romance from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting, is available now!
A new stand-alone romance about trading favors, battling wills, and winning love.
When I joined Seattle’s NHL expansion team, I thought it was the start of something great. But nothing ever goes the way you expect. Take my introduction to my new neighbor. She came rolling in on the hot mess express at midnight, making a racket while she tried to get into my team captain’s apartment. Did I mention that he’s married to a woman who definitely was not her?
Imagine my surprise when I end up with an injury that has me out of the game for weeks, and she’s the one to offer to help me. I should probably add that she’s not the captain’s mistress. She’s his sexy, pastel-haired younger sister.
So we come up with an arrangement: she rehabs me so that I can get back on the ice sooner, and she can add a professional athlete that isn’t her brother to her client list. Seems simple enough. As long as I can keep my hands to myself and my hormones in check.
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My Review
If there’s one thing that Helena Hunting does better than others, it’s write fantastic stories about broody hockey players!
Her latest focuses on two characters connected to RJ (from Lie for a Lie, book 1 in this series): Stevie, his little sister, and Bishop is his teammate.
When the physical therapist Stevie arrives in Seattle on her birthday to finally move in with her boyfriend, she discovers that he’s “in” someone else! She ends up staying at RJ’s apartment and makes such a ruckus getting in that his cranky neighbor and teammate Bishop unleashes a stream of insults on Stevie.
The two have a mutual animosity, and of course, an attraction to each other that leads to a hilarious competition of sorts to see which one of them becomes more flustered with the lack of clothing on the other one. When Bishop is sidelined by a groin injury, Stevie finds a way to make her mark – she gets to rehab him and put the professional experience on her resume, and he gets back on the ice sooner. They form a friendship that progresses, leads to some hilarious scenes between the two (and the team), and side characters that I need to know more about in future books.
Excerpt
If there’s one thing that Helena Hunting does better than others, it’s write fantastic stories about broody hockey players!
Her latest focuses on two characters connected to RJ (from Lie for a Lie, book 1 in this series): Stevie, his little sister, and Bishop is his teammate.
When the physical therapist Stevie arrives in Seattle on her birthday to finally move in with her boyfriend, she discovers that he’s “in” someone else! She ends up staying at RJ’s apartment and makes such a ruckus getting in that his cranky neighbor and teammate Bishop unleashes a stream of insults on Stevie.
The two have a mutual animosity, and of course, an attraction to each other that leads to a hilarious competition of sorts to see which one of them becomes more flustered with the lack of clothing on the other one. When Bishop is sidelined by a groin injury, Stevie finds a way to make her mark – she gets to rehab him and put the professional experience on her resume, and he gets back on the ice sooner. They form a friendship that progresses, leads to some hilarious scenes between the two (and the team), and side characters that I need to know more about in future books.
Excerpt
She makes me lift my
arm and drapes it over her shoulder. She’s incredibly small compared to me. She
tucks one arm under my knee and gently grips the back of my calf with the
other. “On the count of three,” she orders. I tense up when she hits three. She
gets my leg about six inches off the floor, which is when I scream bloody
murder again and grab on to her with both hands.
“Okay. That’s not going
to work. The angle is too awkward.” She taps her lip and holds her finger up.
“I have an idea.”
She ducks out from
under my arm and hooks her fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants.
“What the hell are you
doing?”
“Calm down. Some
bathing suits have less coverage than my underwear. Besides, it’s nothing you
haven’t seen before.”
She kicks off her yoga
pants, leaving her in a T-shirt and panties. They’re plain cotton boy shorts,
which should be a good thing, but apparently my body doesn’t care that it’s not
a satin or lace thong. All it cares about is the proximity of almost-naked
pussy.
Rook’s sister is
standing in my bathroom in her underwear. If I had a sister who looked like
Stevie and I knew that she was standing in one of my teammate’s bathrooms
half-naked, I would probably kick the shit out of the guy. Thankfully, I have a
brother.
I try to keep my eyes
averted, sort of, but I catch her reflection in the vanity mirror.
She has fantastic legs.
Athletic. Strong. And her ass. Goddamn. She definitely does a lot of squats,
based on how round and firm it looks. The ache in my groin turns into that
stabbing pain again because I’m getting hard. I think about my grandmother in a
bathing suit to counteract the effect of Stevie being partly undressed.
She steps into the tub,
and I force myself to keep my eyes down, bringing up the image of that hot
chick in the tub who turns into a rotting old lady in The Shining. That helps a
bit. At least until Stevie moves into my personal space and starts touching me
again. I mutter a string of profanity, especially when I feel her boob pressed
against my arm for a few seconds. I have no choice but to latch on to her
shoulder as we lift my leg over the edge of the tub. I’m sweating, I’m angry,
and I hate my dick.
“I need you to stop
touching me!” It’s stupid because I’m still holding on to her, not the other
way around.
“Why are you yelling at
me?” she shouts back.
“Because you’re
half-undressed in my tub, and I’m a guy, and apparently my dick is a fucking
sadist. It honestly feels like my balls are on fire right now. A semi has never] been this painful.”
“Well, close your damn
eyes and think about dead things.”
“It doesn’t matter if I
close them. The image of you in panties is burned into the back of my lids,
probably for the rest of my fucking life. It’s all I can see.”
“You’d think you’d
never seen a set of bare legs before.” She helps me lower myself into the tub
and steps out.
“It’s been a long time
since I’ve seen a pair up close,” I grumble.
“Such a surprise, with
your warm, fuzzy personality.”
About Helena Hunting
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.
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