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Point of No Return by Olivia Luck Release Day with Reviews
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: June 23rd, 2015
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#Synopsis:
I had
it all: an adoring husband, supportive friends, thriving career, a homey condo
in the city.
Amend
that.
I had
it all except for love from my family. But life was good because I had him. Max
was everything I dreamed a husband could be and somehow he loved me just as
wildly as I loved him.
Until
one cruel night he was stolen from me.
Then
I had nothing but a vicious battle ahead of me. It’s a struggle so treacherous,
I’m not sure if I’ll make it out with my heart in tact. But on the other side
of that brutal war waits the most wondrous prize.
Will
I allow myself to move forward?
Prologue
- His
We cruise through Standard like we own the
place because, fuck it, we practically do. Three first-line players and the
goalie from the Chicago Scrapers, the city’s only professional hockey team, are
kings in this town. When Lars swaggered to the host stand at a restaurant known
for only allowing reservations three months out and requested a table, the
verbose host seated us without delay. Now circling the wood table and waiting
for our steaks to arrive, my teammates and I survey the dimly lit dining room.
“Bar 312 tonight, gentlemen,” Tomas
drawls after swallowing a mouthful of the whiskey I got him drinking when we
played together in Toronto a few years back.
None of us are attached, spending most
nights out of the hockey rink together making our way through the city’s most
popular haunts. We’re free to do what we want, when we want, so long as it
doesn’t conflict with our job.
“Weren’t we there over the weekend?
Could get stale,” I say.
I dangle a tumbler of amber liquid in my
hand, watching Standard’s host make his rounds among the clientele. His name’s
Paul? Patrick? Something like that. Considering I’ve been to Standard no less
than eight times, you’d think I’d know the name of the gatekeeper who runs this
place.
“Doesn’t matter when we went there last;
the place is wall-to-wall beautiful women. Are you looking for something else?
Boystown’s up north, dude,” Tucker goads from my left.
“What was that, rookie?” With a half
smirk, I don’t offer Tucker any further attention. Drafted for the incoming
season, Coach asked me to take the hotshot rightwing under my tutelage.
Responsibilities like this are expected of the assistant captain.
I don’t hear whatever Tucker says in
response because something else has captured my attention.
Dark auburn hair curling around slim
shoulders like a heavy curtain, thick eyelashes framing deep blue eyes filled
with….tears? Milky white hands press to cheeks with a dusky blush, mouth open
in surprise.
Fuck
me. She’s stunning.
Before I can come up with a game plan to
get this woman into bed, a single tear catches the candlelight and glimmers on
her cheek, jerking me back to reality. It’s then that I realize there’s a man
on bended knee before her.
Only a few feet away on the hardwood
floor, I’m able to make out his words. “Violet Harper, will you be my wife?”
The dull roar of conversation, both at my table and winding throughout the
restaurant, prevents me from hearing her response, but I’m able to read her
lips well enough.
Me?
she asks, surprise apparent across
her gorgeous features.
The guy would be an idiot not to lock
her down. She has that doe-eyed innocent look, but plump lips and a hint of
cleavage that would knock any man right on his ass.
“There’s no one better than you,
Violet,” the guy says. He hooks an arm around her tiny waist and yanks her onto
his bended knee. Slim arms circle his neck as she stares down at him adoringly.
Do
I want to be a one-woman man like that?
As quickly as the thought appears in my
mind, I shove it away. Feeling like a voyeur, I attempt to turn my attention
back to my teammates. But like being caught in the pull of a powerful magnet,
my gaze powerlessly slides back to the couple.
“Put me out of my misery, babe. Say
yes?” The guy actually looks nervous. Her answer is obvious, but she gushes out
her assent. The guy launches to his feet with her still in his arms, locking
her lips on his.
She
never looked at the ring.
The majority of the women I hook up with
want one thing: status. That means money or power—whatever I’ve got as one of
the league’s best goalies. I’ll admit it, I’ve become a shred jaded, believing
most women care more about my bank account and fame than the man I am. And now,
here, to my surprise, a goddess looks more interested in the man than the
sparkling stone in the velvet box tossed carelessly on the white tablecloth.
“Cam, are you listening?”
Shifting around in my seat, I focus on
my friends. “Got to let the hens gossip,” I mutter. They’re passing around potatoes and
mushrooms. Not even the scent of the broiled salmon (yeah, I’m in season and
eating like my trainer wants to stay at the peak of my game) managed to
distract me from the engagement going on a few feet from our table.
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your
attention? Let’s all raise our glasses in a toast to one of Chicago’s finest.
My boy, Max, a firefighter for you fine folks, just got engaged to his lovely
girlfriend, Violet.” The host, whose name still
escapes me, booms to every patron of Standard and cuts through our
conversation. Now at least I have an excuse to stare at the woman. Violet. I savor her name, letting it
roll around the deep recesses of my mind. I’d never go after a taken woman, but
I can’t help but watch her with appreciation as she blushes, pressing her cheek
into the neck of the firefighter boyfriend. Excuse me, fiancé.
Blowing away a hot breath, I force my
head away from the scene. There’s a chant building steam, kiss, kiss, kiss, and I’m not willing to watch that. By now, the
guys aren’t interested in razzing me further; they’re watching too, though not
with the same rapt attention as me.
“Don’t you want to see the ring?”
Firefighter says.
“Oh! That. I was lucky enough to have
you,” her melodic voice responds.
Only then do I realize my hand is
clenched in a fist on the tabletop, the tension bleaching my knuckles.
“Sucker,” Tucker mutters under his
breath.
“Really? Seems pretty thrilled to me.”
With a decisive slice from my cutlery, I swallow a bite of my fish.
Yeah,
maybe I’ll settle down one day.
But
not today.
Olivia
Luck lives in the middle of the US with her husband and pooch. She loves
writing, reading, pizza, dogs, good TV, cooking and spending time with her
family. But not necessarily in that order. Olivia writes New Adult Romance.
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