Heated Rivalry (Game Changers) – Rachel Reid

Heated Rivalry (Game Changers) - Rachel Reid

Pro hockey star Shane Hollander isn’t just crazy talented, he’s got a spotless reputation. Hockey is his life. Now that he’s captain of the Montreal Voyageurs, he won’t let anything jeopardize that, especially the sexy Russian whose hard body keeps him awake at night.

Boston Bears captain Ilya Rozanov is everything Shane’s not. The self-proclaimed king of the ice, he’s as cocky as he is talented. No one can beat him—except Shane. They’ve made a career on their legendary rivalry, but when the skates come off, the heat between them is undeniable. When Ilya realizes he wants more than a few secret hookups, he knows he must walk away. The risk is too great.

As their attraction intensifies, they struggle to keep their relationship out of the public eye. If the truth comes out, it could ruin them both. But when their need for each other rivals their ambition on the ice, secrecy is no longer an option.

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Contents
Prologue
Part One
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Part Two
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Part Three
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Part Four
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Excerpt from Game Changer by Rachel Reid
About the Author
Also by Rachel Reid
Prologue
October 2016—Montreal
Shane Hollander was as close to losing it as he ever allowed himself to
get.
He’d endured two periods and twelve minutes of one of the most
frustrating hockey games he’d ever played. It should have been a glorious
win at home for his Montreal Voyageurs against their archrivals, the
Boston Bears. Instead it had been a grueling humiliation, and the score
stood at 4–1 for Boston, with less than eight minutes left on the clock.
Shane had had no less than five beautiful scoring chances. He’d taken
shots that should never have missed. But they had. And the Bears had
capitalized on the Voyageurs’ mistakes.
One man had capitalized more than anyone. The most hated man in
Montreal: Ilya Rozanov. The near century-old rivalry between the
Montreal and Boston NHL teams had, over the past six seasons, become
personified by Hollander and Rozanov. Their intense animosity was clear
even to the fans in the farthest, cheapest seats.
Hollander bent at the face-off circle now, facing Rozanov as the referee
prepared to drop the puck after the Russian’s second goal of the game.
“Having a good night?” Rozanov asked cheerfully. His hazel eyes
sparkled the way they always did when he was talking shit.
“Fuck you,” Hollander growled.
“Still time for a hat trick, I think,” Rozanov mused, his English barely
comprehensible between his thick accent and his mouth guard. “Should I
do it now, or wait until last minute? More exciting that way, yes?”
Hollander gritted his teeth around his own mouth guard and didn’t
answer.
“Shut up, Rozanov,” the referee said. “Last warning.”
Rozanov stopped talking, but he managed to find an even more effective
way of getting under Hollanders skin: he winked.
And then he won the face-off.
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