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Kendall Ryan

All the Way (Hot Jocks Book 2)

His protective streak runs a mile wide.
She won't let her past define her.
“A TOTAL, UTTER MUST READ.” (Book Fanatic)
If you're in the mood for EXPLOSIVE CHEMISTRY, soul-mate deep love and tons of feels, get yourself a copy of this standalone romance today.
I know it’s time to move on from my rocky past and get back out there and start dating again.
It’s just that every time I think about it, I get all nervous and sweaty.
Good thing I have a secret weapon to help me—my best friend, professional hockey stud Owen Parrish.
He’s the king of hookups, and promises he’ll be my guide through the world of online dating. With his help, I know this won’t be as hard.
• • •
I’ve never been this hard in my entire life.
My friend Becca wants my help hooking her up with some douchey guy from a dating app.
I said I’d help her—but now I’m noticing all kinds of things I can’t ignore, like how pretty she is behind those baggy clothes and messy buns.
I want to be the one to help her, to show her the ropes in the bedroom, and it turns out, Becca’s game to let me take a more hands-on approach.
But what happens when she’s ready to take her newfound confidence and move on? I’ve never been boyfriend material, but for her, I want to try.
Your favorite hot jocks are back with an all new standalone novel. If you like sexy, confident men who know how to handle a stick (on and off the ice), and smart women who are strong enough to keep all those big egos in check, this series is for you!
Each book can be read as a complete standalone.
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Dream Press
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  • Анна Карпычеваcompartió una citael año pasado
    Becca squeezes some of the mint-scented bodywash into her hands and rubs them together, then lathers the soapy bubbles all over her stomach and breasts.
    “Goodness . . . someone’s a little excited.” Her eyes widen as she notices a certain part of my anatomy that’s eagerly straining toward her.
    I shrug. “You. Naked. Wet. Soapy . . . that’s all it takes.”
    She rolls her eyes and squeezes more bodywash into her palm.
    “Here, let me.” There’s no way I’m missing the opportunity to have my hands all over her.
    She turns, presenting me with her back, and I work the lather into her overworked muscles, taking my time to massage each one.
    “Ahhh . . .” Her sigh of pleasure is immediate. “That’s so good.”
    My throat is dry, and my body goes impossibly stiffer. Everywhere.
    I plant a slow kiss on the back of her neck as my hands drift to her front, cupping her round breasts and massaging them. She leans back against me, and my hand slides down her stomach and between her legs. As she arches against me, parting her legs, I run my fingertips over her smooth center.
    Moaning when I touch her, she reaches up, threading her fingers through the hair at the back of my neck. “Owen.”
    My name on her lips thaws the last bit of my heart. I love that I’m the man who gets to do this for her, the one to pleasure her and take care of her.
    I sink one finger slowly inside her slick warmth, and Becca trembles.
    “Oh . . . Owen,” she says, moaning again
  • Анна Карпычеваcompartió una citael año pasado
    There’s no better view to wake up to than Owen Parrish tangled up in my sheets. Especially because now he’s not just my friend with benefits. He’s mine. My boyfriend.
    Is this real life?
    If I heard Owen correctly last night during our little heart-to-heart in his car, we are officially a couple. No more deals between friends to help me gain confidence in the bedroom. No more wondering if Owen is off seeing other people when he’s not picking up his phone.
    Owen Parrish is my boyfriend. And as long as it doesn’t turn out to be some tequila-fueled dream, consider me over the freaking moon
  • Анна Карпычеваcompartió una citael año pasado
    my family meant more to her than she let on.
    “No. I should be thanking you. You’ve changed the man I am. In all the best ways.”
    Becca blinks away the tears and gives me a soft look. “That’s fake news, and you know it. People don’t change, Owen. You’ve had this inside you the whole time.”
    “Then it took you to bring it out,” I say, leaning forward to press my lips to hers

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