BOOK BLAST: “Power Plays & Straight A’s”


Book Title: Power Plays & Straight A’s (CU Hockey #1)

Authors: Eden Finley & Saxon James

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Genre: Contemporary M/M Sports Romance

Trope/s: Brother’s best friend/Best friend’s brother, Jock/Nerd, Virgin MC, Hockey

Heat Rating: 4 flames Length: 75 000 words

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“Look out for Zach and don’t hit on him.”

My brother’s request sounds easy enough. Keep an eye out for his best friend on campus and keep my hands to myself.


Even if Zach is a quintessential nerd, who I’ve always thought was cute, I don’t have the time to think with my … stick.

There’s only one stick I should be focused on this year, and that’s my hockey stick. My goal once I graduate is to get an NHL contract.

The last thing I need is a distraction. On or off the ice.

Only, keeping to the rules is harder than I thought it would be.


People confuse me.

And no one more than Foster Grant.

I’ve barely spoken two words to him in the whole time I’ve known him, but the second I step foot on campus, he’s impossible to shake.

I can never anticipate his next move. And whenever we’re together, my next move is a total mystery as well.

I want to give in to him, but that might mean coming clean about something I’ve never been bothered about before.

I’m still carrying my V-card.

And I think it’s time to turn it in.




I throw my helmet against the wall, and it crashes to the ground with a loud thunk.

The anger, adrenaline, and urge to fight still boil under my skin. I didn’t get a long enough shot at Morris.

I should be pissed I’m out of the game, but I’m not. I don’t regret doing what I did one bit. I only regret letting him get a punch in.

What are his knuckles made of? Diamonds?

I run my finger along my eyebrow, and it comes away sticky with blood. Not a lot, but it stings like a bitch.

I need to get my skates off. I need to jump around and pace the room and try to get all this extra energy out.

All I was picturing while I was out there was the Zach I spent the entire day with last week—the one who smiles and jokes and isn’t so tense—being bullied by that dickhead, and I lost it.

As I sit on the bench to undo my laces, the door opens, and I prepare for one of the coaches to yell obscenities at me for the next five minutes while the rest of the period plays out.

I don’t even acknowledge whoever it is. I keep my head down and continue to unlace my skates.


My head darts up at the unsure voice.

There stands Zach, looking sexy as fuck in my jersey. His hair is messy like he’s been running his hand through it, and his nerdy glasses frame his green eyes in a way that drives me crazy.

“How … how did you get in here?”

“Seth. He said we’re your brothers and wanted to check on you.”

Thinking of Zach as my brother makes me feel skeevy and gross, but I ignore it because I don’t really care how he got into the locker room. It means a lot that he’s here. “Is that what you’re doing? Checking on me?”

He takes two tentative steps closer, and then, as if all at once, he decides to go for it.

Zach approaches and drops to his knees in front of me.

My breath catches at the sight.

Long, thin fingers run along the top of my brow and down my cheek. “You’re hurt.”

I huff. “I’ll live.” I might not live if he doesn’t keep touching me; it feels so good.

I want to lean into his hand, but I hold strong. I don’t want to scare him off.

“W-why did you do that?” he asks.

I could lie. I could tell him it’s the sport and fights happen. But everyone out there knows that wasn’t a typical fight. I targeted Morris from the start, and even though we were hardly on the ice at the same time, the second I got my chance to go for him, I did.

“Morris is a dick.”

Zach tries to pull his hand from my face, but I don’t let him. My hand covers his, holding it to my cheek.

He averts his gaze. “Seth told me you know … about him. And me.”

“You and him. Wait, there was a you and him? Like, together?”

“No. He … I don’t know if he’s a special kind of asshole or what, but he …”

“You don’t need to tell me. Seth told me enough.”

His hand finally drops, and I let it. “So out there … on the ice …”

“It was for you.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that.” His voice is so soft. So him.

“You never would,” I murmur. “Morris has to learn karma’s a bitch. He had no right to treat you like that.”

“Will you get in trouble?”

“No doubt.”

“You shouldn’t have—”


His eyes meet mine.

“It was worth it.”



About the Authors

Saxon James

Saxon James is an author from Aus who’s obsessed with writing queer characters. She has a range of books from YA to adult and they all have one thing in common: swoony, sweet love.
When not writing, Saxon exists on a diet of coffee and chocolate while putting her KU subscription to the test.

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Eden Finley

Eden Finley is an Amazon bestselling author who writes steamy contemporary romances that are full of snark and light-hearted fluff.

She doesn’t take anything too seriously and lives to create an escape from real life for her readers. The ideas always begin with a wackadoodle premise, and she does her best to turn them into romances with heart.

She’s also an Australian girl and apologises for her Australianisms that sometimes don’t make sense to anyone else.

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Konner was looking forward to learning more about his family heritage. What he found was his entire life was a lie.

Konner O’Flattery, a passionate amateur genealogist, has finally gotten back the results of the DNA test he took. He’s been waiting months to uncover what mysteries his DNA has locked inside. But his results aren’t anything like he expected, and he unearths a secret buried since birth. His heart becomes shattered leaving no room for forgiveness. Now, Konner feels compelled to go on a journey to find the truth of who and what he truly is.

Through the miracles of modern technology, Konner meets his distant cousin, Aaron Kirschenbaum. Turns out, he knows exactly who Aaron is, yet they’ve never met. Aaron makes the girls and boys alike swoon from his stunning good looks and velvety voice. Unfortunately, he’s picked up a bad habit of abusing his status for his own personal gain.

Konner’s story pulls on the strings of Aaron’s heart. So, he offers to help Konner, in any way he possibly can. Aaron finds Konner to be incredibly attractive, so the two men are swept up into an intense romance filled with sensuous heat and passion.

Distant Cousins is Eric Huffbind’s second published novel, a Contemporary Gay Male Romance. Take a journey with Konner as he finds heartbreak, intrigue, love, passion, and the importance of forgiveness. If you want to rekindle the euphoric high of falling in love, Distant Cousins is the book for you.

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Under the soft, warm covers, the lovers were now engaged in a relaxed, post-orgasm cuddle. Aaron’s head was resting on Konner’s upper chest. Aaron combed his fingers through Konner’s chest hair making periodic stops to enjoy the texture of his nipples.

Konner cradled his arm around Aaron’s torso, holding him snug against his body. He used his fingertips to give soft, intimate caresses over Aaron’s back and shoulders, savoring the feel of the warm body pressed against his own. Without warning, what felt like drops of chilled water, fell onto Konner’s chest. Looking down to investigate what was causing this sensation, he discovered teardrops trickling down from Aaron’s eyes.

In an instant, Konner asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Was I that bad?”

Aaron let a cute, small laugh slip out, despite his tears. “No. You’re a fantastic lover. And you’re gorgeous to look at. It feels like a slice of heaven lying here with you.”

“Thank you. You’re sweet.” Konner pleaded, “So, then what’s wrong? What’s got you so upset. Talk to me.”

Aaron produced a loud sigh. “I feel like shit! My behavior is appalling, considering what I did to you. You didn’t deserve it! I’m so ashamed of myself.”

Konner wiped away his tears using the pad of his thumb. He pulled Aaron in for a tighter squeeze. “What are you so ashamed of?”

“You mean, you don’t know? Surely, you must know what I did to you?”

Konner wrinkled his brow and slightly cocked his head. “I think I know what you’re talking about, but I want to hear it from you. Tell me. What are you ashamed of?”

Aaron’s body trembled, and he felt a thickness in his throat, making it hard to swallow. Before he could speak, he took in a deep breath, and exhaled. “I’m ashamed of seducing you. You should’ve been treated better. Much better!” He raised his face up from Konner’s chest to look at him with steady eyes and a radiant glow. “You’re sweet and kind, a good person.” With an appreciative sigh, he said, “I’m very attracted to you, and I haven’t been with anyone for a good while. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about having sex with you. After you and I had lunch at Art’s, every time I thought of you, I’d wind up with an agonizing erection”

“That bad, huh?” asked Konner as he giggled. “Well, you didn’t need to let yourself suffer with a hard-on that hurt.”

“Trust me I didn’t. Like every guy, I took matters into my own hands. But now, I’ve made a complete ass of myself, letting my dick do all the thinking.”

Konner felt the sincerity and remorse in his words. “Okay, I accept what you’re saying. But—why did you do it? Because being honest about it, you had me freaked out! You’ve been very generous to me. I would even say, you’ve been an amazing friend. Your friendship means much more to me than being a distant cousin. Can you imagine how you made me feel, when out of nowhere, you’re shoving your dick in my face, blatantly trying to seduce me.” He paused his words for a moment. “Hey look. I’m not going to lie here and pretend to be innocent. Like the old saying goes, ‘It takes two to tango.’ It’s been a while for me too, since I’ve been with anyone. So, I’m not going to let you take all the blame. I have to accept responsibility for my own actions. Even so—you made a deliberate, conscious effort to seduce me. I want to know why? What’s the real reason? Besides the obvious fact you were horny! And please—tell me you didn’t spill the Coke on yourself deliberately?” He looked into Aaron’s face, awaiting a reply, but Aaron’s eyes averted from Konner’s gaze. His chin quivered. “Oh, Aaron!” Konner barked in a sharp voice. “How could you? You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” He received a confirmational nod. “You should be ashamed of yourself,” he said in complete disgust. “It’s one thing, to have thoughts of seducing me, pop into your head while you were showering, but what you did was premeditated! You set yourself up, knowing you could use it as an excuse to take a shower. Then you made an appearance wearing nothing but a towel and your sex appeal.”

Aaron’s eyes pooled, and he laid his head down on Konner’s chest again, his heart yearning for forgiveness. “I’ve been hurt many times in the past. Remember I told you about how people have used me.” Konner used his eyes to signal an answer of yes. “I’ve had countless men who were only interested in the contents of my pants and didn’t give two shits about me. I could sell my body for ten-thousand dollars, and yet I’d only get fifty cents for my soul. I put up a guardrail so I wouldn’t get hurt, but I wound up developing a bad habit. Whenever I saw an attractive guy I wanted…”

Konner interrupted. “Let me guess. You would play your David Kirkman card and seduce him. Is that it?”

“Yes—that’s it. I figured I could use men too. If I enticed them into bed, then I wouldn’t be the one being hurt. I mean, I still have needs. I wanted a sexual outlet for myself.”

Konner pondered Aaron’s words and took a deep look inside his own heart. A willingness to have compassion surpassed his anger. He took in a deep breath and made a conscious effort to calm himself down. “Aaron, I say this with the utmost kindness, but you’re a fucking hypocrite! And you’re not being a good person. Not at all.”

Aaron raised his head up again so he could look Konner in the eyes, “What do you mean? How am I being a hypocrite?”

“Because—you want to be just one of the guys when it suits you, and not the David Kirkman, who’s always in the spotlight. You want to be Aaron, just your typical, run-of-the-mill, nice guy. Someone who doesn’t have to worry about the image he projects to the world. I’m sorry—but you can’t have it both ways! I don’t mean to hurt you, I truly don’t. But you can’t use the advantages of your celebrity status only when it suits you. And then you want to be treated like a good, decent person, and not some beautiful china doll that sings.”

Aaron’s tears began pouring again. “Fuck, you know how to sting someone when you want.”

Konner placed his fingertips under Aaron’s chin, and tipped it upwards bringing his lips within reach. Then Konner kissed him to convey the message I care about you. “My words sting for one reason,” he said firmly. “And one reason only.”

Aaron signaled with a nod that he understood and said while sniffling, “I know. Your words sting because it’s the truth. I’m being a total, hypocritical piece of shit!”

Konner reached around with his other arm to bring Aaron into a tighter embrace. “Don’t cry. I’m willing to give you a do over.

Using his bare hands again, Aaron wiped his tears away, “What’s… What’s a do over?”

“I mean—I’m willing to let you do everything over. If we could pretend this never happened, what would you do differently?”

Aaron reflected, “I’d…,” but he struggled for an appropriate response. He knew it had to be a good one. “I’d say you deserve to be asked out on a proper dinner date.”

Acknowledging the spirit of his answer, he said, “Okay then, there’s your answer. If you had to do it over again, then that’s your answer.”

“So, will you go out with me then?” Aaron begged.

Konner said in an effort to be playful, “Now, you can’t ask me here. Not in bed when we’ve just been fucking. You need to ask me out like a real gentleman would. And I should warn you, I never put out on a first date.”

His good nature made Aaron smile. “Well, when would be a good time, so I can practice being the perfect gentleman?”

Konner gave a knowing smile to Aaron, “You’re a smart guy. You’ll know when.” He paused. “Will you still help me try to find my birth parents?”

“Of course, I will. When I offered to help you, it came from the heart. I apologize for allowing my dick to take over.”

Konner pulled Aaron in for a kiss, “Thank you. I should be going.” He climbed out of bed, walked back to the downstairs family room to retrieve his clothes and got dressed. Then he walked back up the stairs to the bedroom. “Goodbye, Aaron.” Just as Konner turned to leave, he turned back around. “Hey—I want you to know something. Just like you, I’ve been hurt before. It happens to the best of us. I give you my word, I’ll never do anything to hurt you intentionally. I think it is important for you to know that.”

Hearing this, Aaron felt a peaceful calm wash over him. “Thank you. Those words mean a lot.”

“Please, call me when you hear from your uncle. Would you do that?”

“Sure thing. I’ll call you as soon as I hear. Thank you.”

Konner’s eyes narrowed and his head flinched back, “Thank me? For what?”

Aaron teared up while maintaining eye contact. “Just… Thank you.”

Konner gave a quick nod, “You’re welcome.”

“Before you go, I have one question. Now, is that a firm rule of yours, no sex on the first date?”

Konner laughed hard, and poked fun at him, “You mean, I’m not worth a second date?”

“No, not at all. You’re absolutely worth a second date! But the sex we had was mind blowing!”

Appearing mischievous, “Then it should be worth the wait. Right?”

“Yes, you’re right.” Aaron remembered, “Oh, wait a minute. I still need to drive you home.”

“That’s okay. I’ll just get myself an Uber. Talk to you soon. Goodbye.”

Aaron gave him one more smile, “Goodbye.”

An Uber car was close by and came to pick up Konner in less than five minutes. He climbed into the back seat, and off they drove back to his apartment. After about ten minutes of riding in the car, his cell phone started ringing.

“Hello,” Konner answered knowing it was Aaron from the caller ID.

“Hi, it’s just me—Aaron.”

Konner broke into a bright smile, “It’s nice to hear from you so soon.”

“I have a question I want to ask you.”

“Sure, what’s the question?” Konner asked.

“Can I take you out to dinner?”

Putting on his playful charade again, “Out to dinner? You mean, like a date?

“Yes, I want to take you out on a date. Please, say yes,” Aaron begged again.

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Two Doms falling for each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Wesley has everything under control. He works as a professional Dom at the Dungeon, the only BDSM establishment in town, and though he’s single, his life is satisfying as it is. 

Then Connor, a fellow Dominant and future colleague, comes along, and Wesley begins to question himself and his choices. Is he really a Top? And how can he continue working at the Dungeon as a Dom when he wants nothing more than submit to Connor?


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For the first time in longer than he could remember, Connor felt nervous. It wasn’t performing in front of an audience, which he had done before, as much as doing it in front of Wesley. There was something about the man that made him feel unworthy.

He closed the door behind him, and rested his back against it. How would it be today? Would he be able to handle it or would he flash back to Alin, his ex? Fear chocked him at the thought. He wiped his clammy palms against his pants, the image of his dead lover burning his retinas.

No. It couldn’t happen. That part of his life was over. Dead and buried, just like Alin, Connor cursed the day they had met. The man, barely legal, had been a force of nature. He took Connor by storm and it had taken him a long time to see Alin’s true face. And like so many times before, doubt ate away at Connor. Had there been something he could have done for Alin? Anything to stop his deadly spiral downwards? What kind of Dominant was he when he failed to see what his lover was going through?

Bile rose to his mouth and he swallowed it back. Awkwardly, he rubbed his palms together in another attempt to wipe them off.

What was he thinking, coming to work in the Dungeon? Yet, there he was. Lucas had given him a chance and he wasn’t planning on throwing it away.

Alone in the chamber assigned to him, he tried to shake off the worries and memories and focus on the job at hand. Despite the name of the club the room he was in was fairly common, like one would have found in any house, with a table and a couple of chairs in the corner, a large Saint Andrew’s cross on the wall opposite the door, and hooks dangling from the beams on the ceiling.

He knew there were more impressive chambers in the place, Lucas had mentioned them when he had signed the contract, but he hadn’t had a chance to take a tour. For his first time, he was just happy with the plain room he’d been given.

He checked the unfamiliar room, trying to get himself used to the layout and the paraphernalia at his disposal. He whistled at the array of toys exposed. It was the best stocked playroom he had ever seen. He walked over to the cabinet and perused the array. There were some items there, like the silver hooks, he had drooled over for months without being able to afford them. His fingers tingled to touch them, so he linked his hands behind his back to restrain himself from reaching for them. There would be enough time to explore when he wasn’t fighting nerves.

Pulling himself from the cabinet, Connor opened the gym bag he was carrying across his back. He extracted the mats he had brought with him and began spreading them on the floor to form a neat square. Satisfied with the end result, he checked his watch. The soft knock on the door confirmed he was running out of time. Pushing the empty bag out of his way, he went over to open the door.

Wesley’s shy smile had Connor’s heart skip a beat.

“Am I early?”

Connor dry swallowed and stepped back to allow Wesley to enter the room.

“No, no. Right on the dot.”

“Where do you want me?”

Connor paused, gaping at Wesley in shock, images of a naked Wesley swirling in his head. 

“Oh, for the scene.”

Wesley frowned, confusion written clearly all over his face. Connor recovered quickly and jumped to answer, trying to hide his slip.

“You can take one of those chairs, if you don’t mind.”

Wesley nodded and headed for his place. The clocked chimed the hour and the knock on the door marked the beginning of the session. With one deep breath, he welcomed the submissive into the room.


“Come on in.”

Robert hesitated in the doorway, eyes darting from Connor to Wesley and back. 

“Sir Wesley is here to assist. Is this alright with you?” The question took Wesley by surprise. Connor had already checked that Robert had been informed about Wesley’s presence in the room, so there wasn’t a need to ask him in person. But the fact that he did so, that he wanted to make sure for himself that the sub was indeed fine with the change, denoted a level of care that only a highly responsible Dom would exhibit. 

“Yes, Sir.” Robert reacted to the command in Connor’s voice. His posture changed, his back straightening and his eyes looking slightly past Connor. 

“Good. Come on in. Take off your shoes.”

If the request surprised Robert, he didn’t show it. He obeyed immediately. As the sub took off his sneakers, Wesley looked around. When he had entered the room, he had missed the mats on the floor. They were blue, thick and clearly custom made. Uncomfortable, he glanced at his own shoes, and tried to retrace his own steps, hoping he hadn’t stepped on and dirtied them. He couldn’t remember, so he pulled his feet back, under the chair, just to be on the safe side.

In his socks, Robert stood up, waiting patiently for the next command. 

“Socks too.”

He started toeing off them, but Connor stopped him. 

“Do it elegantly, please.” 

Robert froze, panic flashing across his face, before he crouched and removed them one by one, as careful and graceful as he could. Once done, he looked back at Connor, his eyes not really meeting the Dom’s.

“Stand up. Come closer.”

Robert complied, taking two steps until he stood at the inner edge of the mats. Wesley watched Connor carefully, observing the concentration the man showed, the way he was taking in Robert’s reactions and posture. He clearly wasn’t as inexperienced as Wesley had thought, after all.


By then, Robert was standing in the middle of the square the mats made. 

“Now sit.”

Robert sunk to the floor in one smooth, practiced move. 

“Very nice. Make yourself comfortable, please.”

A bit surprised and unsure, if Wesley was interpreting the sub’s expression correctly, Robert complied. He wiggled, a lot less graciously this time, until he was sitting cross-legged, hands resting awkwardly over his knees. Yoga, he didn’t practice. 

 “Now, let’s talk some.”


“Before we start, let’s go over the rules.”

Wesley leaned in, eyes narrowing to slits, breath held as he waited for Connor’s next words. There were house rules, which all the employees, be them dominants or submissives, had to obey. Wesley, like everyone else there, had a set of his own on top of the Dungeon’s, some dictated by his personal boundaries, other times by the concern for others’ safety.

“As you wish, Sir.”

“I am Connor. Sir Connor to you. You will address me properly. You will answer my questions immediately. Is this clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” There was no hesitation in Robert’s voice. 

“What’s your safe word?”


“Apricot.” Connor repeated the word, as if trying to imprint it his own mind. “Okay.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“What are your limits?”

Surprise had Wesley straighten his back. Maria had extensive files for everyone who frequented the Dungeon. Did Connor think Robert had hidden things from Lucas and his partner? Judging from the sub’s expression, he was just as shocked. However, he recovered quickly and proceeded on listing everything that was on his list. Connor listened to him patiently, his entire attention on the man on the floor. Wesley watched Connor, taking in the body language.

Robert finished talking and remained seated, eyes forward, his pose perfect and elegant, waiting for the following commands. 

Without a word, Connor walked to the table by the wall and wheeled it by the mats. He took out the ropes and spread them on its surface. Wesley noticed with satisfaction that Connor preferred hemp over other materials too. Robert remained still, though Wesley caught the gasp escaping his lips at the sight of the hemp.

“Sit up. Take off your shirt and pants.”

Robert scrambled to obey, some of his elegance lost in his hurry.

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