Diana and Tanya have a lot of experience doing interviews, so when they asked for one with a member of the Dartmouth Cobra’s, I thought to myself, ‘Why just one?’

Enjoy girls!

oOoOoOo

“You sure we’re supposed to go in there?” Diana pushed her glasses, a simple accessory that gave her a sexy secretary appeal, and leaned towards Tanya to be heard over the noise coming from the other side of the door. “Wouldn’t it be better to make them come out here?”

‘Out here’ was the player’s lounge. Dark grey wall to wall carpeting, three leather sofas, and several bar style tables and stools, made the room a comfortable, welcoming space. Speaking to the players here would seem less invasive than going into the sanctuary of the locker room where it sounded like they had a fight club meeting going on.

“I thought you were just chirping when you told him you did his mom!”

“Naw, man. I’m a MILF addict! His mom’s got me on speed dial under ‘bootycall’!”

“Lucky, bastard! That woman is a fucking dime!”

Gruff, masculine laughter burst out. Tanya toyed with the tiny gold book pendant hanging from a delicate chain around her neck and swallowed as she glanced over at Diana. “Bianca said the men are always interviewed in the locker room before games. We just have to pretend not to notice all the guys walking around in the buff.”

Diana covered her mouth to stifle a snort. “I’ll do my best not to stare. Can’t promise more than that.”

Tanya smirked and pushed the door open. “First drink’s on you if you fail.”

“You’re on!”

The musky scent of after-shave and underarm deodorant, mixed with the distinct odour of hard worked male bodies, filled their lungs and put their hormones on high alert. The locker room went quiet. Twenty-three sets of eyes locked on them.

A man with wavy, blond hair approached, taking the door from Tanya and holding it open, soft sea-blue eyes sparkling as he motioned them in. “Ladies.”

Oh, manners and a sexy southern accent. I know who you are. Diana smiled up at the man. “Max Perron?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He gently brushed his thumb over her knuckles as they shook hands. “But please call me Max.”

Delicious warmth flowed from where he touched her, spreading and drizzling down. His intense, hooded gaze made her feel like he would love to watch her doing naughty things. And she got the crazy urge to give him a little show.

Tanya nudged Diana aside and thrust her hand forward. “She’s Diana. I’m Tanya. Not to be rude, but if she melts into a puddle on the floor we’ll never get the interview done, and your coach said we don’t have much time before the game.”

“There’s more than enough time.” A hot breath stirred the hair at Tanya’s nape as a man with a soul deep voice spoke. “For both you and your friend to melt.”

Listening to him talk was like devouring chocolate, getting a massage, and having multiple orgasms all at once. She found herself leaning back into him and all the interview questions fled her mind.

The men in the locker room grumbled, a few cleared their throats, but neither woman cared. Speaking, breathing, even blinking would ruin the moment. Diana slid her hand down her throat to the collar of her blouse and undid a button, loving the way Max focused on her every movement. Tanya absorbed the sensation of all the solid muscles pressed against her, wishing the man would say something.

He could read me the roster, stats, the instructions for vagisil—no matter what, it would sound sexy!

“I allow interviews before the game. Not distractions.” The steel edged voice snapped both women out of their lust filled spell. “If you can’t be professional, get out.”

Diana dropped her hand away from her buttons.

Tanya moved away from the man with the panty-wetting voice and folded her arms over her chest as she faced the man who’d spoken. “We can be professional . . . .”

“Captain. Or Mr. Callahan if you’d rather.”

“Fine. Mr. Callahan.” Tanya pointed at the bench in front of the stall with his name on it. “Sit there and we’ll get to the questions.”

“No.” He strode across the room, grabbed two folding chairs, and opened them on either side of the large Cobra logo. “You two can sit here. And don’t step on the logo.”

Bossy son-of-a-bitch. Diana put her hand on Tanya’s arm before she lost her temper and frowned at the Captain. “Look. We’re running the interview.”

“Do as the man says, little ones.”

Both women shivered as the command reverberated through their bones and vibrated down to their cores. They sat and stared as the large, dark skinned man stepped in front of them.

This must be Dominik Mason. Tanya thought. “Mr. Mason—”

“No formality for me, pet. Not here.” He winked and brushed his knuckles down her cheek. “Call me Dominik.”

Tanya’s pulse quickened. “Dominik.”

“Perhaps you will have an opportunity to call me ‘Master’ one day soon, pet.”

Oh. My. God. Yes. Tanya tongued her upper lip, ready to ask where and when.

Diana cleared her throat. “We’ll try to keep this short. Right, Tanya?”

Damn it.

“I’d appreciate that.” The Captain took a seat and braced his hands on his knees. “Each man has his own pre-game ritual, so having them all spend the bit of time they have doing a mass interview is inconvenient.” He glanced over at Dominik, then sighed. “But we’d love to answer a few questions for the fans.”

“Thank you.” Diana gave the man a swift once over. He was damn fine, but the ragged scar cutting over one dark green eye and down his cheek, along with the attitude, made him seem hard and unapproachable. She had the oddest feeling he wasn’t really trying to be a jerk. He was just looking out for his players. “Do you usually limit media time with the players before games, Captain?”

“Yes—actually, sometimes, after a bad losing streak, I’ll keep reporters out until after the game. They make the younger guys nervous and—”

“They don’t make me nervous.” A man in his early twenties leaned against a stall that had a small metal name tag with ‘Tyler Vanek’ on it. He tucked his thumbs under the edge of the towel wrapped around his waist. “And there’s something about female reporters.”

Diana dragged her gaze up from where the white cloth revealed golden curls at the base of his pelvis. “What about female reporters?”

“They’re very . . . .” He gave her a wicked grin. “Articulate.”

Diana blinked and looked over at Tanya. How the hell did the man manage to make ‘articulate’ sound dirty?

Tanya shrugged, bent forward and smiled at Tyler. “So you’re comfortable answering questions?”

“Sure. But if you want an exclusive—”

“These ladies aren’t like your puck bunnies, Vanek,” Max said.

“How do you know?”

“Next question,” Dominik said before Max could answer. His expression turned serious. “You wanted to interview the whole team. Is there anything in particular that interests you?”

“Are you all Doms?” Tanya’s cheeks heated up as the Captain’s lips curved and Dominik chuckled. “I mean—well, I heard that some of the players are contracted because they’re kinky.”

“You heard right.” A man entered the room behind them and moved to stand at one end of the horseshoe of stalls. “I’m sorry to intrude, but I’m here in lieu of a PR representative to make sure the players don’t . . . over share.”

Tanya sat up straight, the man’s no-nonsense demeanour making her last question feel very inappropriate. “And you are?”

“Dean Richter, the general manager and the owner of Blades & Ice, a BDSM club many of the players frequent.” His lips slanted slightly. “And I am a Dom.”

Her inner brat ran for cover.

Thankfully, Diana saved her, shooting off another question. “Why exactly did you want kinky men for you team? Do you think any less of the vanilla ones? Do you find a player’s sexual orientation effects his performance on the ice?”

“I don’t judge people by who they fuck.” He gave her a half-smile when her lips parted. “Don’t look so shocked. If you’re comfortable asking about my player’s sex lives, you should have no problem with me being blunt.”

“There’s a difference between blunt and rude.” Max pushed off the bench and glared at Dean. “Sir.”

Diana reached out to squeeze his hand. “It’s all right, Max. I’ve heard worse.”

Dean inclined his head to Max. “You’re right, Perron. I apologize, ladies. To be honest, I think sex in general can effect the way a player performs. Too much, not enough—the same can be said for every other aspect of their lives, but there’s not much I can do about typical stressors. Giving the players with different needs a place where they can be accepted effectively removes one.”

“Do you find they’re closer because they feel accepted?” Diana asked. “Does it help with chemistry on the ice?”

Something in Dean’s eyes changed. He glanced over at the Captain. “Perhaps you can spare a few moments to give the girl’s a taste of the team’s chemistry?”

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GAME MISCONDUCT
By Bianca Sommerland
Release Date: 2/9/2012

The game has always cast a shadow over Oriana Delgado’s life. She should hate the game. But she doesn’t. The passion and the energy of the sport is part of her. But so is the urge to drop the role of the Dartmouth Cobra owner’s ‘good daughter’ and find a less…conventional one.

Playmaker, Max Perron, never expected a woman to accept him and his twisted desires. Oriana came close, but he wasn’t surprised when she walked away. A girl like her needs normal. Which he can’t give her. He’s too much of a team player, and not just on the ice.

But then Oriana’s father goes too far in trying to control her and she decides to use exposure as blackmail. Just the implication of her spending the night with the Cobra’s finest should get her father to back off.

Turns out a team player is exactly what she needs.

 

Excerpt:

“I’m sure.” Max said. He dropped his hand and backed up a bit. “You’re a master, Mason. I’ve seen what you can do without layin’ a hand on a sub.”
A sub? Oh hell. She’d seen the term in her book. He didn’t mean… “Max—”

“No, Oriana.” Dominik took one hand from her waist, then slid the very tips of his fingers along her jaw. “Look at me.”

She couldn’t imagine looking anywhere else. The gold flecks in his dark brown eyes entranced her, reminded her of a gold mine she’d visited and the gold veins running through the rocks beyond signs that read ‘Danger’.

Too appropriate. The man really should have ‘Caution’ labelled on him somewhere. Maybe smack dab in the middle of his forehead where a girl couldn’t miss the warning.

Dominik chuckled and picked her up by the hips to sit her on the edge of the sink. “So pensive. What’s on your mind?” With him standing close enough for her to bask in his body heat?

She shifted back as far as she could without falling into the sink. “Caves. Your eyes…” Damn, damn, damn. “I mean—”

“Caves?” He rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger and tilted his head to one side. “Now I’m curious. Why do my eyes make you think of caves?”

She folded her hands on her lap and focussed on keeping the edge of the jersey from slipping up any further. Bad enough the undersides of her thighs were directly on the cold counter. A little more and the men would get another eyeful of her see-through panties. Were any of them looking? She snuck a glance at Max and Sloan. Both were studying her with disturbing intensity. What about T.J and Tyler? She leaned over a little further to see around the muscular black shoulders cutting her off from the rest of the room.

“Oriana.” Dominik gently pried her hands apart and lowered them to her sides where he held them in a loose grip. “I asked you a question.”

A Question? She blinked at him, confused. Then she remembered. The caves. “I visited a gold mine in Timmins, Ontario. Your eyes made me think of it…” Lame much? She shrugged. “They’re pretty.”

Someone snickered—probably Tyler. A yelp cut the snicker short.

“I hadn’t taken you for a girl who’d explore the darkness.” The resonance of his tone seemed to echo in her bones. Little tremors ran up her spine. He moved closer, but still touched nothing but her hands. “I find tours rather tame, though. Would you consider something a little more…thrilling?”

Yikes. She had a pretty good idea where he was going with this. She moved to slip off the counter. “Dominik–”

“Do. Not. Move.”

She froze.

He smiled and stroked her inner wrists with his thumbs. “Now, as I was saying—maybe I could take you with me cave diving this summer. Nova Scotia has some beautiful underwater caves.” He pressed his hips between her knees and brushed the hair off her shoulder with his chin. “Some consider it dangerous, but I know what I’m doing. I could teach you.”

“Umm…” She worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t have to decide right away. Just consider the adventure, the chance to try something new.” His breath teased the flesh over her quickening pulse. “Which is what you’re doing now. Right?”

Before she considered the question, the answer came. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He backed away and straightened. “I want you to close your eyes.”

Her eyes drifted shut.

“Sloan was right. You don’t want to be in charge, you don’t want control. Imagine giving it up. Imagine me holding you right where you are.” She felt him shift and something grazed the jersey between her breasts. His heat swept through the fabric like a gentle caress. “And doing whatever I please.”

Oh, yes. His words made her imagination run wild. Carnal images of things she’d never thought of trying flashed behind her closed lids like erotic stills. Everything inside her cried out for her to make the fantasy a reality. Pure hot lust spilled over, dampening the swatch of lace between her thighs. She hadn’t been this wet, well…ever. This man’s voice alone made her feel like her pussy was being stroked and teased with a very skilled tongue. She imagined Max drinking her in with his eyes, enjoying the way she responded to the man he’d given her to and her core throbbed. She gasped and let her thighs part. Dominik could do whatever he pleased. So long as he did something. She opened her eyes, ready to beg.

Dominik was on his knees. “So you spilled that coffee after all.” He pressed a light kiss over the burnt flesh on her thigh. “I shouldn’t have left you.”

And who said kisses didn’t make the pain go away? The scent of citrusy soap wafted up as she inhaled deep, making her feel a little dizzy. She put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself. “I was the one who left.”

“Yes, well you won’t be given that option again.”

Good. Her toes curled as he pressed another kiss further up her thigh. Mmm, very good.

Giveaway Details:

First, we would like to thank Bianca Sommerland for arranging our interview with the Dartmouth Cobras!  It was an amazing experience. *blush blush blush*

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