SIN SHOT (Vegas Crush #2) by Raine Miller Writing As Brit DeMille
Release Date: June 13th
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Cover Image: Lindee Robinson Photography
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Blurb:
“There’s a lot more to me than what I’ve let on in the public eye.”
—Georg Kolochev, VEGAS CRUSH
No, I don’t drink vodka straight from the bottle. I don’t pour it over my breakfast cereal either. I am not in need of an intervention…unless it involves me and a certain blonde bombshell alone in a room with a locking door.
I’ve done my fair share of partying, I’ll admit. And yes. I’ve built up something of a reputation with the ladies when not on the ice. That’s on me for being careless with my posts on social. And I do know what’s most important in my life.
Two things.
Hockey and Pamela Jenson. My favorite physical therapist needs me so much more than she knows.
Because I am the guy delivering her SIN SHOT. Yeah, you heard me, I’m her first.
Sinning with Pam has never felt so good…
*SIN SHOT is book two in the VEGAS CRUSH hockey series. Standalone, sports romance.
🔥🔥🔥Review by Tasha M 🔥🔥🔥
Raine Miller and her Hubby are definitely what we need. I didnt read the first book in this series but I definitely didn’t feel lost.
Georg is a party boy, hot shot manwhore hockey player. But more that he is sweet and swoony, he has a heart full of love to give. He is sometimes misunderstood. He is funny and just needs a ying to his yang.
He has met his Match in the new physiotherapist. Pam is such a beautiful package. Yes she shy hence her being a virgin still but at the same time she is no ones doormat. She is sassy and has fire.
Their chemistry goes live instantly and you know that these two are gonna explode. Boy do they explode. Watching them bring out the best in each other was swoony and all i could was smile and giggle..
This book is sweet and just the perfect weekend…
Enjoy!!!!
Excerpt:
I bring up Georg’s number and before I can talk myself out of it, I press the green call button.
“Hello, Pamela,” he answers on the second ring in that sexy Russian-accented voice of his.
“Hi…I wanted to call and check in after the game. You played super hard, and I thought I’d ask if you wanted to do some therapeutic stretching tomorrow.”
His lengthy pause reminds me why I was an impulsive idiot for calling him.
“You called me at midnight to ask me if I want to do some therapeutic stretching tomorrow?” I can hear the amusement in his tone.
“Well, I…” I’m at a loss for words. A rarity, I know. He chuckles softly into my ear.
“I’m so sorry. God, I didn’t realize how late it was. I’ll catch you at the arena, whenever you want to stop in.”
I hear music in the background. Georg says something but it’s muffled. I realize he must be out partying. Maybe Kacey King is out with him.
“I’ll let you go,” I say, feeling stupid. “I’m sorry to bother you.”
“No, no.” His voice is insistent. “It’s good hearing your voice.”
It is? “Yeah, you too,” I answer after a second. I feel so pathetically stupid. Why on earth did I call him?
“I’ll come see you sometime tomorrow. We don’t practice, so it will probably be after lunch. Will you be there?”
“Yes, I’ll be working tomorrow,” I answer quickly, my heartbeat speeding up at the thought of seeing him so soon.
“Good. Good. Then I guess I should take you up on your offer for some therapeutic stretching, Pamela.”
Oh—my—God. He sees right through me. I realize I need to get off the phone before I say or offer him anything worse. And it will happen…because I turn utterly stupid when I’m around him.
“Night-night, Georg.”
I hope I sound like my confident self, but I can’t tell anymore with him. Georg affects me differently than all other guys before him.
There’s a long pause. So long that I almost think he’s hung up. But then he murmurs, “I love hearing my name on your lips.”
“I…” At a loss, I have no idea what to say to that comment. He has to be drunk, right?
“Good night, Pamela.”
And then he hangs up.
Excerpt:
I bring up Georg’s number and before I can talk myself out of it, I press the green call button.
“Hello, Pamela,” he answers on the second ring in that sexy Russian-accented voice of his.
“Hi…I wanted to call and check in after the game. You played super hard, and I thought I’d ask if you wanted to do some therapeutic stretching tomorrow.”
His lengthy pause reminds me why I was an impulsive idiot for calling him.
“You called me at midnight to ask me if I want to do some therapeutic stretching tomorrow?” I can hear the amusement in his tone.
“Well, I…” I’m at a loss for words. A rarity, I know. He chuckles softly into my ear.
“I’m so sorry. God, I didn’t realize how late it was. I’ll catch you at the arena, whenever you want to stop in.”
I hear music in the background. Georg says something but it’s muffled. I realize he must be out partying. Maybe Kacey King is out with him.
“I’ll let you go,” I say, feeling stupid. “I’m sorry to bother you.”
“No, no.” His voice is insistent. “It’s good hearing your voice.”
It is? “Yeah, you too,” I answer after a second. I feel so pathetically stupid. Why on earth did I call him?
“I’ll come see you sometime tomorrow. We don’t practice, so it will probably be after lunch. Will you be there?”
“Yes, I’ll be working tomorrow,” I answer quickly, my heartbeat speeding up at the thought of seeing him so soon.
“Good. Good. Then I guess I should take you up on your offer for some therapeutic stretching, Pamela.”
Oh—my—God. He sees right through me. I realize I need to get off the phone before I say or offer him anything worse. And it will happen…because I turn utterly stupid when I’m around him.
“Night-night, Georg.”
I hope I sound like my confident self, but I can’t tell anymore with him. Georg affects me differently than all other guys before him.
There’s a long pause. So long that I almost think he’s hung up. But then he murmurs, “I love hearing my name on your lips.”
“I…” At a loss, I have no idea what to say to that comment. He has to be drunk, right?
“Good night, Pamela.”
And then he hangs up.
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