Title: One Kind Goal
Series: One Kind Deed Series
Author: Christine DePetrillo
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Tropes: Small Town Romance, Hockey Hero, Second Chance, Single Dad Romance
Release Date: August 24, 2023
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Morgan Rayhill has it all. As the younger sister of a famous actor, she never wants for anything. The glitz of New York’s club scene, however, is starting to lose its luster. She needs a purpose that doesn’t depend on her brother’s money. The trouble is she doesn’t have any of the right talents for a real job. She knows how to party, but that isn’t going to pay the bills. Not that she even enjoys partying anymore. Ever since Morgan took a trip to Vermont and had one steamy night with sexy hockey player, Sawyer Lundin, nothing feels right. Not as right as being in his arms had. It was just one night, so why can’t she stop thinking about him?
Sawyer can’t stop thinking about that one night either. Normally, all his effort is aimed at helping the Rhode Island Anchors set records on the ice. He never lets anyone pull his focus from the game. But the memory of being with Morgan is hard to shake. She made him feel like more than everyone’s favorite hockey player.
When Sawyer runs into Morgan again, he’s more than willing to head back to Vermont with her and pick up where they left off. The heat between them is enough to melt an entire ice rink, but Sawyer brings a guest that could change everything for all of them. They’ll need to work as a team to turn this fling into forever.
Is one kind goal enough to create a lifetime of winning?
One Kind Goal is a second-chance, small-town, single-dad contemporary romance that features a heroine attempting to find what she’s passionate about and a hockey hero trying to build a family.
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“Let’s go to the dining area to eat breakfast.” She put the menu down and grabbed her purse and coat by the door. “We should get out of the room now because I’m trapping you in here later.”
“Trapping me?” Sawyer joined her at the door and slid on his coat. He pressed her up against the door and teased her lips with his. “You can’t trap a guy who doesn’t want to get away.”
A slow grin turned up the corners of her mouth. “So you’re saying it won’t be necessary to tie you up?”
Sweet fuck.
“Do you want to tie me up?”
“What if I do?” She clasped both his hands, turned them so his back was to the door, and pinned his wrists to the rough wood. “Is that allowed?”
“Allowed and encouraged,” he said.
“Excellent.” Morgan released him and nudged him aside so she could open the cottage door. “Now we need a sneaky way to ask Isabel for rope. Put a brain on that while we have breakfast.”
Sawyer wasn’t going to be able to put a brain on anything else.
“Trapping me?” Sawyer joined her at the door and slid on his coat. He pressed her up against the door and teased her lips with his. “You can’t trap a guy who doesn’t want to get away.”
A slow grin turned up the corners of her mouth. “So you’re saying it won’t be necessary to tie you up?”
Sweet fuck.
“Do you want to tie me up?”
“What if I do?” She clasped both his hands, turned them so his back was to the door, and pinned his wrists to the rough wood. “Is that allowed?”
“Allowed and encouraged,” he said.
“Excellent.” Morgan released him and nudged him aside so she could open the cottage door. “Now we need a sneaky way to ask Isabel for rope. Put a brain on that while we have breakfast.”
Sawyer wasn’t going to be able to put a brain on anything else.
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Her love of nature seeps into every story she tells. As does her obsession with bearded mountain men who build, often smell like sawdust, and know how to cherish the women they love. Today she writes tales meant to make you laugh, maybe make you sweat, and definitely make you believe in the power of love.
She lives in Vermont with her husband and cat who defend her fiercely from all evils.
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