Hot on Ice Anthology….Excerpt from Body Check by Desiree Holt



Too steamy for the penalty box…

The New Orleans Cajun Rage professional hockey team just won the Cup. No one thought they’d do it: they were a team of shoulda beens, never coulda beens and a star or two. They’d only been in the Crescent City for three years before this year’s Cinderella run that had them skating off the ice with the championship. Over the following summer, each player gets to keep the Cup for a day. Nobody knows why, but whoever has the Cup falls in love.

USA Today Bestsellers Robin Covington, Kimberly Kincaid, Nana Malone and Virginia Nelson, Publisher’s Weekly Bestseller Angi Morgan, along with Xio Axelrod, Christi Barth, Andie J. Christopher, Avery Flynn, Kim Golden, Lena Hart, Desiree Holt, Robin Kaye, Katie Kenyhercz, Heather Long, Kate Meader, Susan Scott Shelley, and Misty D. Waters bring you 18 romances with smoking hot heroes–both on and off the ice.

20% of all royalties from sales of Hot on Ice will go to Homes for Troops.





Matt sat in his car with The Cup, now emptied of its flowers, and tried to think what to do next. He’d approached it all wrong. He realized that now. It was a dumb shit thing to do, leaving The Cup with roses fillings its bowl in front of her office door, then hiding until she picked it up and took it inside. What did he think, that she’d be so overwhelmed by the roses that she’d throw her arms around him?

He should have listened to Brenna. His big grand gesture had fizzled. It was plenty obvious what she thought of him and his grand gesture. Okay, mini grand gesture. He’d at least thought it would be a good start. Too bad it seemed as if he’d waited way too long. Everything he’d put on hold was disintegrating before his eyes. No Lizzie. No future. No hot woman with a sharp brain and a great sense of humor.

But he still had hope. There was a legend going around that whenever a player of the championship team had his day with The Cup, he fell in love. Or found love. Well, he’d already fallen and certainly found it. The problem was he was afraid he’d lost it.

When he saw her today, one look and he couldn’t for the life of him think why he’d walked away from her. He had really screwed up. He was determined to get it back now that his stupid brain had finally realized how much he’d lost.

Lizzie. (He’d always think of her that way, no matter how many times she changed her name.) She was pretty before but now she was absolutely beautiful. He rich black hair was an even darker ebony, thicker and fuller and falling to her shoulders in waves that bounced when she moved her head. He was sure he’d never seen skin that creamy, or lips that sculptured. And her eyes, fringed with the darkest, thickest lashes. Today, with the bright blue sweater she’d worn, they looked an even deeper blue, reminding him of the ocean on a sunny day.

As he’d stood there watching her, taking in he sight of her, his hands had itched to skim the curved of her hips and cup the gorgeous mounds of her breasts. Rub his thumbs over her nipples that had hardened and were very obvious against the soft fabric of her sweater. It was a long time since he’d seen her naked but the image came back to him as if it was yesterday. And now her figure was richer, fuller. He wanted more than anything to just strip her clothes off right there and kiss every inch of her skin.

Did she smell just as good? He bet her lips were just as soft and sweet and they ever were. He wanted to lick them and nip them and…

Cut it out, he told himself. He wasn’t doing himself any good. He’d had the worst time sending messages to his cock that wanted to break out of the restrictions of his fly and offer itself up to her. None of that could be on the table now. First he had to win her back. Then he could worship her body to his heart’s content. He hoped.









  1. Kathy Valentine says:

    Shared on all my socials!!

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