Changing Lines by RJ Scott and V. L. Locey

Start the Railers Series - MM Hockey Romance with Changing Lines 

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Can Tennant show Jared that age is just a number, and that love is all that matters?

The Rowe Brothers are famous hockey hotshots, but as the youngest of the trio, Tennant has always had to play against his brothers’ reputations. To get out of their shadows, and against their advice, he accepts a trade to the Harrisburg Railers, where he runs into Jared Madsen. Mads is an old family friend and his brother’s one-time teammate. Mads is Tennant’s new coach. And Mads is the sexiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

Jared Madsen’s hockey career was cut short by a fault in his heart, but coaching keeps him close to the game. When Ten is traded to the team, his carefully organized world is thrown into chaos. Nine years his junior and his best friend’s brother, he knows Ten is strictly off-limits, but as soon as he sees Ten’s moves, on and off the ice, he knows that his heart could get him into trouble again.

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Excerpt from Changing Lines (Harrisburg Railers, book 1, MM Hockey Romance)

“Uh, okay.” I bent to the side to put my glass of water on the floor. “What song do you want to hear? I’m kind of rusty, which is why I got the scales and arpeggios comment from my mother.”

“And I thought only Aristocats did those.”

“Okay, now that one I get.” I chuckled as he reached for the Disney sheet music book.

“And we thought we’d never find anything in common aside from hockey,” he joked, and flipped to a random page then plunked the book back into the rack. “Play this one.”

I glanced at the title. Wow. It hardly seemed like the kind of song I should be playing with his hip keeping mine warm. Then again, it had gotten Simba some face-rubbing. I’d take a face-rub with Mads. Whiskers on whiskers… Oh man…

“Okay.” Playing seemed less dangerous than thinking about his whiskers.

“Are there words?” he asked after I played a few notes.

“Yeah, they’re just not on the sheet music. You want the words?”

“Do you know them?” He seemed really into this for some reason.

“Dude, I was brought up by Sir Elton John’s biggest fan. I could sing this in my sleep.”

That made his smile wider. Yep, I was going to melt, and all those stupid fizzy bubbles trapped inside me were going to float free. Instead of liquefying all over the man, I took a breath in through my nose, let it out the same way, and began playing and singing “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” for him. When the last note faded, I shook off the hold that playing had over me and chanced a peek to the side. Mads looked spellbound or something.

“I told you my finger work was a little weak.”

He needed to say something, because I was getting majorly self-conscious. Mads blinked… then leaned in to press his lips to mine. It was a chaste kiss, but it nearly knocked me backward off the bench. His lips were soft but firm, like he was determined there would be no tongues. As soon as my brain touched on tongues, he sprang up from the bench as if he’d sat on a hornet. I heard him kick over his glass of water, but that was the last of my concerns.

“That was not supposed to happen,” he coughed as he aimed himself at my door.

I climbed over the bench.

“That was not supposed to happen,” he repeated.

“Why not?” I asked as I cut him off at the door.

The man was beyond rattled. He was freaked out, blue eyes darting all over the barren room, looking for an escape route.

“Why not?” he barked, his hands twitching like he had no clue what to do with them. I wrapped my arms around my middle to protect myself from the gutting that was going to happen. “Do you need me to recite the reasons? How about I’m your damn coach?”

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