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Pre-Order Push (Book 3 of Colorado Storm Hockey Series), Available Sept. 30


Hey there! I have some exciting news to share with you. The third book in the Colorado Storm Hockey Series, Push, is now available for pre-order on Amazon. The official release date is September 30, 2024, and I couldn't be more excited for you to dive into this steamy story.

Push follows our favorite grumpy defender, Nikolas "Hux" Huxley, and Adaline Khoury, a delightful botanical shop owner, as they navigate the consequences of a spontaneous Las Vegas wedding. What starts as a way to prove a point quickly turns into an unexpected journey of self-discovery and falling in love.

Here's an excerpt from Push.

“Hey, do you want to get married?” I say out loud what my demented brain is thinking.


“What?” she stammers.


“Do you want to get married, just because?”


She turns back to look at the bride-to-be, having the time of her life, twirling her ring finger in the air like a damn fool.

She turns back to me and nods. “Yeah, yeah I do.”


I nod and take her by the hand. I look for my teammates but they’re already gone. Who knows what adventure they went off on. They know me well enough to know that they shouldn’t interrupt me. I lead the woman out of the pub and into casino. The alcohol has definitely made an impact. My feet feel heavy and I’m sweating. All the casino lights and sounds blur together. I follow the signage that points to the chapel, but I get turned around more than once. I try to pull my shit together because I am so determined to do this and this lady seems on board.


Another wedding, a legitimate wedding has just wrapped up. Well what is legitimate? She’s wearing a white dress and he’s wearing a cheap black tux. At least they know one another’s names. At least they have family here. But two years from now it could all be such a waste and one of them could want to erase the whole damn thing.


Which reminds me. “Hey, what’s your name?”


“Ada. Adaline Khoury. What’s yours?”


“Nikolas Huxley.”


“Are we really doing this? Are we really getting married?” There’s an undeniable amount of panic in her voice.


“Yes we are. What’s your reason?” I ask.


“My family is driving me crazy. What’s yours?”


“Revenge. Is that okay with you?”


“That’s fine by me.” She clutches my hand between both of hers.


Her warm touch compels me to say the next part quietly. “Then let’s do it, Ava Khoury.”


“Ada,” she says, correcting me.


“Ada,” I whisper to myself to make my drunken brain remember it.


Ada, the name of my soon-to-be wife.




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