BWWM College Hockey Sports Romance | Varsity Servant | Laguna Grove Vipers #1
A dark sports romance series, spin-off to the Fraternity Plaything series, launching February 28 2021a
NEW SERIES ANNOUNCEMENT. If you loved Tuck & Anijah’s dark & taboo fraternity romance series, you’ll love another full-length dark college romance with all the sexy grittiness you love about my other stories.
Tuck’s back as the coach of the Laguna Grove hockey team while nursing his wrist injury from Fraternity Girlfriend… But this isn’t about the crazy d-bags of Tuck’s fraternity and their antics.
The hockey team is packed to the brim with sexy but entitled alpha males determined to sleep with the hottest women on campus and break a few hearts along the way.
In Book #1, Kya Ambrose tames her unruly alpha Cole Seabrook after he sort-of-kind-of enslaves her a little bit using a tantalizing piece of blackmail Kya lets slip.
Let’s avoid spoilers here… keep scrolling to read the PROLOGUE and get a little teaser for what you can expect for my FIRST NEW SERIES of 2022. 🎉
Romance Novel Excerpts | Varsity Servant {Laguna Grove Vipers #1}
COLE SEABROOK
Our first pre-season meeting with Tuck Murphy has us all shitting ourselves. Tuck’s a fucking Laguna Grove legend. If he hadn’t broken his wrist, he might’ve been playing right at home in Boston. He was that good. The team leans forward, each of us bending our heads to avoid Tuck Murphy’s terrifying gaze.
“Laguna Grove has been undefeated in the league for the past five years. I leave this campus and you motherfuckers are not putting that record on the line, understand?”
“Yes, coach.”
One year as our coach and then maybe he’ll play in the AHL. NHL if he hits a jackpot. But I wouldn’t count on a jackpot in this game. You have to fight hard to get to the top and even then, a slipped disk or a fucked up knee could ruin you. Not me, I’ll always be focused on getting exactly what I want.
“Cole,” Tuck snarls, his cruel stare fixed on me. If I hadn’t skated with Murphy for the past two years, he would have scared the crap out of me. I know he just plays tough in the locker room and everywhere else, but Murphy’s a fucking teddy bear. Just look at his girlfriend. She’s like an angel with really big tits. No offense, Murphy.
Tuck continues. “Your drives are weak. Every time you’re up against Barkov, you fumble it. You need to get it in the corner of the net. Every time. If you can score against Barkov, the other schools in the league don’t stand a chance.”
“Got it. Better drives.”
Tuck nods and moves on to his next victim. “Jayce, you skate like a fucking giraffe. I need you faster and I need you bolder on the ice. Rathbone, quit with the fucking penalties. You could be the best on the team if you weren’t such a piece of shit.”
“Those were all good hits.”
“You broke a kid’s femur and laughed yourself out of ice time last year. Pull that shit with me and I’ll break your fucking femur.”
Snickers travel around the room. You can’t fuck with Tuck Murphy. Not even if you’re Dustin — especially not if you want ice time. At least Dustin’s only a frosh. Again. He didn’t have the grades to make it to sophomore year with Jayce. I’m a junior, so it’s my job to keep those little shits in line, especially if I want to make captain.
“There’s one more thing,” Tuck says, leaning in. “Sex.”
“Woah, no homo,” Jayce throws out quickly, earning a dirty punch from Rathbone and a series of snickers floating around the room.
“You all need to get laid more. The team has a shit reputation because you’re all a bunch of assholes. Lighten up. Get some girls over.”
“Technically, we only need one girl,” Dustin says. “We can all share her.”
A murmur of approval travels around the room until we all notice Tuck’s serious glare.
“No sharing girls. That’s a great way to get the team off the ice. Don’t fuck with the school. Don’t fuck with your grades. If any of you want to play hockey after college, you’ll take this shit seriously. You’re all dismissed.”
We pound Tuck’s fist as we walk out of the room. Except, Tuck doesn’t pound mine.
“I need to talk to you, Seabrook.”
“About what?”
“The league. Your career.”
My stomach flips. My career is just a dream right now, but Tuck Murphy has connections — connections that a kid like me from Silver Hollow just doesn’t have. He puts his hand on my back and rises.
“Let’s talk in my office, Seabrook. This shit is game changing.”
Tuck shuts the door behind him and rolls up the sleeves on his blue shirt.
“I have to keep it real with you, Seabrook. You’re close to getting into the league.”
I nod. I know I’m good. I put my heart and soul on the ice. Nothing else matters but hockey. No girl. No class. No human being alive.
“But you need to be outstanding this year,” Tuck says. “Our team hasn’t taken a big hit in players like this since three years ago. We have too many young green guys on the team and they play rough, but you need to be more than rough to win games.”
“I understand.”
“The guys need a captain who can lead them. They need someone they can look up to who won’t guide them down the wrong path.”
“I get it.”
“Good,” Tuck says, his icy eyes suddenly glazing with a flicker of frustration.
“When you’re off the ice, I need you to socialize, get the campus excited for the team again. Talk to women. Don’t terrify them. Talk to them.”
“With all due respect, Coach Murphy, none of us have problems with women.”
Tuck raises an eyebrow. “That’s not what Anijah says.”
The coach’s lady is in my year at Laguna Grove — a junior — and she’s everything to Tuck, which is exactly why he never brings her around a sick pack of hyenas like the boys of the Laguna Grove Vipers hockey team. We’re bigger assholes than this preppy college has ever seen and I. Fucking. Love. It.
“We have a reputation for being tough. That’s not a problem.”
“No. But stay out of trouble, Cole. Don’t let girl trouble screw you out of your dream.”
“Is that what happened to you?”
Tuck’s gaze steels further.
“No,” he snaps. “Anijah’s a gift. She always has been. But she’s one in a million. Don’t let some chick distract you from the NHL. I know you, Cole. I remember when you came here as a freshman and you have had recruiters attention for a long time. You’re nearly 21 years old. This is your shot. Your one shot.”
I nod, because no one understands this better than me.
“I’ll give you ice time, I’ll give you a chance to prove yourself, but then you have to prove yourself. Work harder than Clutterbuck, get nastier than Rathbone, and you’ll find yourself with a $10 million contract and all your troubles will melt away.”
“That would be living the dream.”
“Stay out of trouble, Cole. I mean it.”
“Yes, coach.”
Trouble? Where the hell would a guy like me find trouble on a small college campus like this? I appreciate Tuck’s concern but… Laguna Grove is too boring for trouble. Lucky for me, all I need is smooth ice and a fast puck to make me happy.
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