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Dex is the sweetest himbo and I just want to hug him

I Puckboy FINAL eBookIrresponsible Puckboy by Eden Finley & Saxon James

My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars

Oh that was fun and also super sweet with a side hint of sadness actually at how much Tripp had hidden his feelings for Dex.

One story angle is so ridiculous that it’s genius because Dex really is the biggest (and sweetest) himbo to ever be in love with his best friend without ever realising it.

He’s Brendan Fraser ‘George of the Jungle’ levels of oblivious and it’s both cute and cringe-worthy watching him stumbling into awareness.

Tripp has been hiding his feelings for the three years they’ve been best friends and it’s him who’s hesitant to move things into a relationship even when Dex is full on committed to exploring his attraction.

While I liked this one a lot, it just missed out on being a 5* read because it was lacking a bit of tension for me.

Although it is obvious that Dex loves Tripp, I think I just needed a bit more self-awareness from him and I’d have really liked a conversation between the two of them rather than the angle taken in the narrative.

That’s totally a me thing though, not a questioning of the authors’ choices, because how things go down also works perfectly as a catalyst.

However, on the sexual exploring front, this book’s definitely a 5* read. Once Dex commits, he does so wholeheartedly and without any fears or second guessing.

And there’s enough ice hockey-ing (totally a real word honest) to keep me happy there with tension arising for the plot out of that scenario rather than relationship woes.

All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed watching Dex wake up to his feelings and seeing Tripp get the future he never imagined could be on the cards.

I’m really hoping Oskar’s up next as there’s all kinds of sparks between him and his team’s new PR guy 😁

#I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book.

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A powerhouse demonstration of how to write an epic love story

58919071._SY475_The Long Game by Rachel Reid

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

It’s been a long wait for this book. I suspect the pressure on Rachel Reid for writing this book was immense.

Their original decade long love story was told so beautifully in Heated Rivalry that, although it finished with them both still closeted, their own HEA felt very much a guarantee.

What I didn’t want from this book was anything which messed with that solidity, that hard-fought for place they’d reached when all the world thought they were rivals.

Ilya Rozanov is on my top ten list of favourite MM characters ever, he’s the almost perfect depiction of what I’d hope to see in a Russian star Ice Hockey player.

He has attitude, he’s a god on the ice, in perfect control of the puck, he’s ambitious, arrogant.

But, he’s also vulnerable, he hides great pain and hurt, he has a darkness inside him that he fears my take him down the same road as his mother Irina.

And he has Shane.

Shane Hollander, who is a character I alternate between loving almost as much as Ilya and, not quite hating, but finding it very difficult to be sympathetic towards.

He has always been the centre of Ilya’s world, but sometimes the reverse hasn’t always felt true and a lot of the tension points in this narrative come from his fears over what might happen if they’re outed and his career was affected.

And I get it, I totally understood Shane’s fears, they’re not coming from nowhere. This book obviously loosely overlaps with everything onwards from their first appearance, but more specific attention is paid to the same period as Troy and Harris’ story in Role Model so we’ve seen what the League can threaten to those it feels don’t “fit in”.

But, when push comes to shove, Shane shows not only Ilya, but the world, that he is a one-man guy and will never be anyone else’s but his Russian’s, and it’s a moment that brought tears to my eyes.

I don’t think there was an emotion I passed over while reading The Long Game. It took me from humour through happiness, into confusion, anger, despair, back into hopefulness.

There is heat which scorches, intimacy which brings tears to the eyes, passion which could light a room, fear which would fell even the strongest army.

But it ultimately all folds together into a bone deep satisfaction for not only a story well told but for a pairing that is as solid as the Rock of Gibraltar.

Do what makes you happy. Live how you want, love who you want. People will judge you, hate you , criticize you, but plenty more will support you and love you. And, in the end, no one matters except the people you care about.

I care, I care about Ilya and Shane. I love that there was no dramady made up purely for plot tension, I loved that they had moments where their love was so palpable I could feel it surrounding me as I read.

I loved that Rachel took two men and the journey they’d already been on through 10 years of hiding their love and gave them an ending which will make your soul sing.

This Game Changers series has been immense, while Ilya and Shane might stand out as the couple most readers fell for, for me every book has brought something new to the sports romance MM sub-genre and I really hope there might still be more to come.

#ARC kindly received from the publishers Carina Press via NetGalley in return for an honest and unbiased review

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Irresponsible Puckboy | Eden Finley & Saxon James

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Release Date: May 11th, 2022

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The worst part of being in love with my straight best friend is the fact he’s too oblivious to see it.

Years of pining have left me exhausted, and I need a break from Dex. I need space to get over my feelings. But when his relationship falls apart and he turns to me for comfort, I cave immediately.

If there’s one thing I hate more than being hurt, it’s seeing Dex struggle. I can’t leave him in a time of need, even if my friends say it’s my biggest downfall.

They say Dexter Mitchale is my weakness, but if that’s true, I don’t want to be strong.


I’ve always been the dumb one. It’s what I’m known for, and usually I don’t let it get to me.

I have hockey, and I have my best friend, Tripp. What more do I need?

To settle down? No thank you. Marriage? Hard pass.

According to ex-girlfriends, that makes me “irresponsible.”

But the solution I come up with to get over my fear of commitment might be my dumbest idea yet. Not only does it have team management breathing down my neck, but it puts a strain on my friendship with Tripp.

This PR nightmare could lose me the only person I’ve ever loved.

Losing girlfriends is nothing. Losing Tripp? It’s not an option.

I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him.

IP 5 even if


It’s impossible to be down or confused when you’re full of margaritas and tacos. Tripp’s suggestion for us to go out was genius, and now, as we wait in line for Rump, I can finally relax. Things this afternoon have almost been back to normal, and I didn’t realize exactly how empty I was until now.

“Would you rather,” I start, “nipple piercing or dick piercing?”

“Nipple for me, dick for the guy I’m with.”

Well that’s something I’ve never considered. “Is that … does it make a difference?”


“I know with chicks it helps hit the—”

“Same thing for dudes, just different location.”

Oh. “Huh. I hadn’t thought of that before.”

“It also makes giving head more interesting.”

“It does?” Okay, when I’d asked that question, I didn’t think it all the way through. I’d meant which would Tripp rather get, but now that we’re talking about it, I have way too much cock on the brain. I can’t stop picturing it, and now I’m really curious about how it all works. You’d think having a gay best friend would mean I know a hell of a lot more about gay sex than I actually do.

“What do you like about it?” I ask.


“Giving head.”

Tripp looks at me funny. “It’s a dick and dicks are hot.”

Not the answer I was hoping for, but I have no clue what I wanted to hear. I don’t think dicks are hot, so that doesn’t help me. But when Tripp looks away and I let myself take him in again, I can’t deny the stirring of interest that hits me.

I’m curious.

Probably too curious for a straight guy.

But until I’m faced with a cock, how will I ever know how I’d react? I never thought I’d get hard over having Tripp touch me and that happened, so maybe I could find a dick sexy. Or his, at least.

And I promised myself I wouldn’t think about these things tonight. Tonight is about getting back to normal. I wrap my arm around Tripp’s neck and haul him closer to press a kiss to his hair.

“You smell like hot sauce,” he says, elbowing me.

I breathe hot sauce breath all over his cheek and tighten my hold on him.

“Fuck off,” Tripp says, squirming.

“Sharing’s caring.”

“One bro does not share stank breath with another bro.”

We wrestle as the line moves forward and only break apart once we hit the front and the bouncer apologizes to Tripp about making him wait in line instead of being let straight in, as though it’s some huge fail on his part.

“I didn’t realize you came here that much,” I say.

“I don’t, but they like it when I do because, you know, publicity of having an NHL player at their venue. I always tell them not to give me VIP treatment, but they don’t listen.”

Finally, I get my first view of Rump.

It’s busy and looks like most clubs I’ve been to. Dark and moody with flashing lights over the dance floor. The biggest difference here is it’s about ninety percent guys.

Tripp’s come here plenty of times without me, and I’ve always thankfully been aware enough that it’s his place to hook up, so I’ve never pushed to come with him even though I’d be an awesome wingman.

But as Tripp takes my hand and pulls me through the crowd, I’m suddenly very glad he said that grinding up on other guys is out of the question for him tonight, because even in the dark club, he’s getting a lot of attention.

I have no idea if these guys recognize him or think he’s hot, but I definitely notice the heads turning in our direction.

Tripp pauses, tugging me close to tilt his lips to my ear. “Drinks or dancing?” He pulls back to see my reply, and I use it as a chance to try to see him the way the guys here do. The dark red hair and freckles are adorable, and his hazel eyes are big and round, but that’s where the soft qualities end. His jawline is solid, his neck and shoulders are thick, and there’s an overpowering masculine quality to him that I’ve never paid much attention to before.

Tripp has always been Tripp. All of these things put together make up my best friend, but breaking his features down into his nose, his hands, the quiet confidence he has when he’s around me ….

“Dex?” His crooked smirk comes out and connects with some sort of hook behind my belly button. It tugs and feels weird and good at the same time.

“Dancing,” I shout.

His hand tightens around mine, and he starts walking again.

It wasn’t a hard question when the margaritas are still making everything softer around the edges.

Tripp gets attention on the dance floor too, so as soon as he comes to a stop in the crowd of bodies, I immediately pull him against me. I’ve always been needy for his attention, and it’s no different tonight. I want to be the only one Tripp pays attention to.

My hands close over his back until we’re chest to chest, and Tripp’s breath hits my jaw.

“Last chance to back out of the grinding,” he says.

“What, you think I don’t have moves?” I let my hands fall to his ass and pull him tighter against me. Having a muscular body pressed against mine isn’t as weird as it probably should be, but this is far from the first time I’ve been close to Tripp. It’s just the first time I’ve done it while grabbing his ass.

“I know you’ve got moves,” he says, voice barely audible over the music. “You forget, I know everything about you.” Then after a second of hesitating, Tripp’s hands find my sides, slide down to my hips like earlier, and then dip lower to grab my ass as well. “You’re playing my game now, Dex.”

IP 3 after this

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Partying, dudes, and hockey. What more could a gay NHL player want?

If it weren’t for Anton Hayes, my life would be perfect.

Not that he affects my life in any way. At all. That would imply I care what the winger from Philly thinks of me.

Which I don’t.

Not even a one-night stand with him can thaw his misplaced animosity toward me.

He says I’m the one with the ego, but he can talk. He rivals me for most egotistical puck boy in the league.

I hate him as much as he hates me. Even if I crave a repeat.


When it comes to hockey, I’m all about the game.

I’ve worked for years to be one of the best in the league, and l’ve done it without splashing my orientation all over the tabloids.

My hockey image is one I’ve carefully cultivated, and after one night with Ezra Palaszczuk, I risk it all.

He’s cocky, obnoxious, and has an ego bigger than Massachusetts. And okay, maybe he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever known.

We’ll never get along. Not when we sleep together. Not even when my possessive streak awakens.

That doesn’t stop us from falling into bed together over and over again.

About The Authors

Eden Finley

Eden Finley is an Amazon bestselling author who writes steamy contemporary romances that are full of snark and light-hearted fluff.

She doesn’t take anything too seriously and lives to create an escape from real life for her readers. The ideas always begin with a wackadoodle premise, and she does her best to turn them into romances with heart.

With a short attention span that rivals her son’s, she writes multiple different pairings: MM, MMF, and MF.

She’s also an Australian girl and apologises for her Australianisms that sometimes don’t make sense to anyone else.

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Saxon James unapologetically writes happy endings for LGBT+ characters.

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