Ice Hockey Series by Elizabeth Jewell

Rival hockey pros Bessette and Láska hate each other.When their aggression crosses the line into the dressing rooms, it creates bodily collisions nothing like what happens on the ice.Puck YouElizabeth JewellAll rights reserved.Copyright ©2011 Elizabeth JewellThis e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience... moreRival hockey pros Bessette and Láska hate each other.When their aggression crosses the line into the dressing rooms, it creates bodily collisions nothing like what happens on the ice.Puck YouElizabeth JewellAll rights reserved.Copyright ©2011 Elizabeth JewellThis e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Razor's Edge Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.When Bessette dropped his gloves at 15:30 in period three of game two of round one of the Stanley Cup Finals, he didn't expect it to end like this. His team was up by one, and God knew they didn't need the penalty, but when L·ska hip-checked him into the glass, he was consumed by an overwhelming urge to smear L·ska's face into the ice. It was L·ska's sneer that did it.Instead, Bessette was flat on his stomach, his helmet skittering cheerily away, with his own face smashed into the ice and L·ska on his back, shoving Bessette's head down so hard he thought the cartilage in his nose might have popped.The referees had come in to break it up, but they weren't having much luck. Both teams had moved in at this point, some of them scrumming but most of them trying to pry Bessette and L·ska apart. Bessette could hear Coulier screaming at him in French, and L·ska was hollering at somebody in Slovak. Bessette tasted blood in his mouth, and the ice. The ice tasted like metal and ass.L·ska switched to French -- motherfucker spoke like four languages, none of them well. "Morceau de merde," he said, then went off on some tangent about the overall quality of Bessette's genitals, which Bessette couldn't follow because L·ska had a bitch of an accent whether he was speaking French or English or whatever the fuck he attempted to speak that wasn't Slovak.One of the referees, aided by Coulier, who was six feet five inches of propriety and "don't piss off the officials," finally clawed L·ska off Bessette's back.Bessette lurched to his feet, getting his skates back under him. Somebody handed him his helmet. Bessette grabbed it, screaming at L·ska, "Va te faire mettre!" which wasn't original but got the job done. One of the refs, whom Bessette knew spoke French, rolled his eyes.L·ska turned on his skates, giving Bessette a cold look through pale, slanted eyes. "I will see you later," he said in the clearest English Bessette had ever heard him speak. "Be ready." Then he turned and, somehow utterly composed and dignified, allowed himself to be escorted off the ice."Motherfucker!" Bessette flung after him, and then was steered toward his own team's dressing room with much less aplomb. less

When Philippe Bessette runs into Jaroslav L·ska in a bar, he knows he should walk away. But L·ska knows what Bessette wants, and this time heís going to make Bessette beg for it.

Bessette isn't going to let Laska have his way this time.When an off-season trade puts Bessette and Laska on the same team, they have to sort out their differences or face the consequences. But Bessette isn't going to let Laska have his way this time.

Laska has his eye on the new goalie. Why does Bessette even care?Bessette isn't happy about the way his predatory teammate, Laska, looks at the new goalie. Trouble is, Bessette's not sure why he cares, except that he wants to be the prey.

Chernyaev needs to be punished, and L·ska needs Bessette's help getting it done.The team is floundering, and it's largely Chernyaev's fault. The Russian goalie needs to be punished for his misdeeds before he can get back on track. It's the kind of punishment only L·ska can dish out -- and he needs Bessette's assistance.