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📝REVIEW📝 ~ 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 ~ Blocked: Breakaway Book Two ~ By L.P. Dover ~ Publication: October 31st 2017



A Breakaway Novel One


L.P. Dover

Genre: #Romance #HockeyRomance #ContemporaryRomance

My Rating:  5

Cover:  5

Publication:  October 31st 2017

Read:  September 6th 2018  (ARC provided by Enticing Journey Book Promotions)

POV:  First-person dual perspectives

Series:  Breakaway:  Hard Stick; Blocked;  Playmaker; Off The Ice ~ Coming Soon!

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He’s got every reason to be cocky . . . until a female cuts him down to size.

I’m Dallas Easton, the best goaltender in the league. I make a damn good living playing hockey, and with women falling at my feet wherever I go, why not enjoy it? I get whatever I want, whenever I want—that is, until I come across the one player who gets the best of me on the ice.

When I try to pummel the dude, all hell breaks loose. Imagine my surprise when the helmet comes off to reveal a woman underneath. And not just any woman, but the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Callie Davis is the complete opposite of the puck bunnies I usually go for, a good girl with sick moves and a selfless streak a mile wide. I need to make amends, but she dodges me at every turn. It doesn’t help that Callie’s brother hates my guts, or that my agent thinks she’s bad for my career.

But I could care less what they think. I can’t let our little run-in on the ice be the end of our story. Because when I set my sights on something, I won’t rest until I score.

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My Review:

 Blocked (Breakaway, #2)Blocked by L.P. Dover

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

5 Stars…

Have I been hiding under a rock? Why did I not read this book sooner? If there is one type of genre/trope I love binge reading, it’s hockey romances. They are my kryptonite for sure. The Breakaway series by L.P. Dover has everything I love in hockey romances. While I haven’t yet read the first book yet, I have read books two and three and am excited for the next book that will be coming soon.

L.P. Dover has the talent for weaving a tale of love, romance, a bit of angst and even a touch of suspense. I found times that I was smiling or swooning. I even teared up here and there. One of my favorite aspects of romance novels are the dual perspectives. For me it certainly makes a better book. Being able to be inside the protagonists heads are important for my connectivity to both the hero AND heroine. So I was so pleased this book has all that for me.

A second favorite aspect is a groveling hero. I love when the hero of a romance knows he messed up, knows what he wants and will do anything to go after it. Even if he makes a fool of himself. The third plus for me is comedy. I was so pleased to see that in this book as well.

Dallas is a cocky man. He is used to getting the girls and you can assume correctly he loves women. Unfortunately his love for women will end up getting him into some trouble. But to Dallas’ delight, an “angel” comes to his rescue. And from that moment on he starts to see his life differently. Unfortunately, Dallas is not one to be taken seriously AND he may or may not have a couple of brawny, protective brothers to convince that he is going to be a better man. I loved the antics that went on between all the guys in this book. I don’t want to say too much regarding the dynamics of the team because that is partly what makes this book fun. Also there are many fun-loving, loyal secondary characters that bring more depth to this book.

Callie is a great heroine. She is smart, funny, independent and sassy. Not to mention, she can play hockey like a fiend. I loved watching her reactions to Dallas and his persistence to win her over. I felt the chemistry and connection these two had. And most importantly, I believed it. I believed that Dallas could change from his wild ways. And I absolutely loved that Callie made him work for it. Lord, did she make him work, lol.

This is a series I will be watching. There is a whole team of sexy, cocky hockey players that could use the love of a good woman. If you love hockey and fun, sexy low angst romances, I believe you’ll love this book.

This is my honest and unbiased review. Thank you for taking the time to read it. 🙂

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RELEASE BLITZ ~ Title: Dirty Player: A Hockey Romance, Author: Mira Lyn Kelly, Genre: Contemporary Romance, Release Date: May 29, 2018      



Title: Dirty Player: A Hockey Romance
Author: Mira Lyn Kelly
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018



He’ll play dirty to get his girl

“Fun, addictive,
and outrageously sexy! Dirty Player brought all the feels and left me panting
for more!”—Annika Martin, New York Times Bestselling Author

It started as a joke…

A throw away promise between friends.
A dare for a single kiss at our reunion and nothing more.


But that kiss… 


That kiss was no joking matter.
It was hot and wet.
A hands-everywhere, breathless kind of insanity that left us both teetering on
the brink.


She’s got rules about dating guys like me… 



Rules I respect the hell out of when they apply to any other pro athlete.
But as they apply to me? Well, those rules are about to be broken.


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I don’t
want to talk about that look. In
fact, up until ten seconds ago, I’d been doing a bang-up job of ensuring we
haven’t had the opportunity to discuss it all evening. It’s a big ballroom, and
if Greg happened to be at the north end, I managed to stay south. The few times
I couldn’t stop our paths from crossing, I made sure to pull someone, anyone, along with me, thus ensuring
the conversation stayed far, far away from the look that got away from
Until now,
it had been working. Unfortunately, my conversation buffer just saw her fiancé
come in, and the little traitor sprinted off, leaving me staring up at Greg.
Nothing to distract me from this gorgeous man in his tuxedo and the trouble I’m
having keeping my eyes to myself.
surrounded by good-looking men on a regular basis, and it never gets to me. But
with Greg, I can barely breathe. I can hardly look at him without heat spilling
into my cheeks, and as to tearing my eyes away? Forget it.
Which is
crazy. I’m not fifteen. This isn’t my first crush.
It’s not a
crush at all.
It’s Greg,
one of my oldest friends and the guy I just promised I wouldn’t objectify
tonight. We’re friends. Just friends.
With no
more hookups between us.
No more
No more
I shake my
head, mentally amending the no-more-flirting clause, because this is Greg. Flirting is like breathing
for him—an involuntary response, and one I sort of cherish.
But no more staring!
“Thought we
discussed you avoiding me,” he says.
Don’t look
at him. Don’t look at him. Don’t—
God, he’s so handsome it hurts.
A waiter
passes by, and I swipe a glass of white wine from his tray. “I’
m not.
He lets out
a low laugh that slides right through to the deepest parts of me.
“Glad to
hear it.” He steps closer, ducking his head so his next words are directed at
me and me alone. We’re standing in the middle of hundreds of people, but when
his eyes are on me like that, a glint of amusement edging a more serious
intent, it feels like we’re alone. “Should we discuss that look?”
My cheeks
burn hotter, and I toss back half my glass in one swallow. “It was just one
I’m such a
He laughs
again, letting up on the eye contact as he surveys the crowd. “There’s that just
word again. I’m starting to think maybe you don’t think it means what it really
means. And P.S. … it wasn’t just one.”
Geeze. This
guy. “
Greg, we’re past it. Everything is fine.”
So long as
I don’t look at any part of him for more than a fraction of a second, we’re
totally good.
No. But I’m
subscribing to the fake-it-’til-you-make-it school of thought here.
He rolls
his shoulder in my peripheral vision. “Well, that’
s a relief.
It’s definitely good. Right? I hazard another look at his face. “But out of
curiosity, can I ask why?”
The corner
of his mouth curves, and I feel the tug of it all the way through me.
“Because if
you weren’t past it—if, for example, another one of those rogue looks
got away from you while we were in the midst of this crowd—I could see where
that might be a problem.”
I force
myself to focus on the orchestra set up across the room. Only Greg isn’t done.
“But even
if by some miracle they don’t catch the look in your eyes, and I
do… then we’d have to worry about them seeing the look in mine.
The one that says it’s only going to be a matter of seconds before I’ve got one
hand in your hair and the other finding out what’s under that incredible
I try to
swallow, but my throat makes a dry clicking sound, so I drain my glass.
Taking the
empty from my hand, Greg returns it to a passing waiter.
amused, the sexy jerk. He knew exactly what kind of effect that casual
reference to getting under my dress would have.
“Good thing
there’s zero chance of another one of those looks getting away from me. Ever.”
Okay, ever
is probably a stretch, but he doesn’t have to snort about it. Cocky bastard.
I should
let it go. Let him have his little laugh.
Taking the
drink from his hand, I tap my index finger against the condensation-covered
glass before bringing it to my lips. Club soda and lime.
It’s not
strong enough to justify what blurts past my lips, but I can’t stop myself. “So
you don’t need to give what kind of tiny and
delicate I’ve got going on under this dress another
His body
stiffens, and his eyes cut to my chest. He’s built like a superhero, but
despite his apparent laser focus, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t actually have
X-ray vision.
All I
wanted was the satisfaction of seeing him squirm. Maybe to gloat a little.
But neither
one of us is the type to relinquish a win so easily.
you’re going to have to be careful. Tiny and delicate sounds like it might not
survive these rough hands of mine.”
My breath
catches as need spears through me, and my center goes hot and liquid.
I open my
mouth, wanting to say something sharp that puts him in his place. But I can’t
make a sound. I can’t think about anything but the snap of elastic and my
panties falling apart in his big… rough… hands.
Greg seems
to be waiting for the comeback that isn’t coming too.
The seconds
stretch and pull.
Our eyes
meet and, suddenly, that smug satisfaction washes clean off his face as his
nostrils flare and his eyes turn to midnight. I’m pretty sure this is the look
he warned me about.
“Aww, fuck.
Now you’
ve done it, Jules.
I take a
shaky breath. “I know.”



Author Bio
Hard core
romantic, stress baker, and housekeeper non-extraordinaire, Mira Lyn Kelly is
the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than a dozen sizzly love stories with
over a million readers worldwide. Growing up in the Chicago area, she earned
her degree in Fine Arts from Loyola University and met the love of her life
while studying abroad in Rome, Italy… only to discover he’d been living right
around the corner from her back home. Having spent her twenties working and
playing in the Windy City, she’s now settled with her husband in rural
Minnesota, where their four amazing children and two ridiculous dogs provide an
excess of action and entertainment. When she isn’t reading, writing, or running
the kids around, she loves watching the Chicago Blackhawks and action/adventure
movies, blabbing with the girls, and cooking with her husband and friends.
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