Tuesday, December 13, 2016





HOOKED by Brenda Rothert is now LIVE!

A sultry novel featuring a brooding NHL player who’s hell on skates—and the no-nonsense woman who forces him to clean up his act.






SYNOPSIS: Miranda: Even though I’m broke, putting myself through college, and working two jobs, I’m trying to make the best of it. Meanwhile, Jake Birch, hockey’s hottest bad boy, lives in a luxury hotel in downtown Chicago—and still complains about every little thing in his penthouse. But after I tell him off, instead of getting me fired, Jake requests me as his personal housekeeper. Then he starts flirting with me. Only I’m not flirting back . . . at least, I’m trying not to. Did I mention that he’s hockey’s hottest bad boy?

Jake: I’ve met the best woman at the worst possible time. Miranda is the fire to my ice—a sexy, charmingly candid spark who breaks down my walls and reminds me what it’s like to feel again. But I’m being forced to date my team owner’s daughter to keep my job, so I can’t be caught with Miranda. Still, we’re getting closer—until Miranda finds out about my “girlfriend.” And that’s not the only secret I’ve been keeping. But Miranda’s the one I want . . . even if she doesn’t believe me.








#EXCERPT:
Miranda

Of course its raining. My L train stop is only a quarter of a mile away and Im actually having a good hair day. Karma is laughing at me as I pull the hood of my sweatshirt up over my head, because this is one of those downpours that will soak through my clothes in a matter of seconds. And thanks to the biting late October downtown Chicago wind, Im also freezing.

Damn it, I mutter as I duck to keep my face out of the pouring rain. Tonys already going to be pissed that I look like a drowned ratI dont need to add rain-smeared makeup to the visual.

I work in housekeeping at Dupont Tower, and yeah, its a swanky hotel, but still. Youd think I was posing for a magazine spread for the place by the way my boss, Tony, expects the staff to look every day.

Are you a clean-cut, polished ambassador for the Dupont? he always asks us with his well-groomed brows arched. If we cant say yes, were written up and sent home without pay. It already happened to me once when I spilled coffee on my uniform and didnt have a spare to change into.

Tonys a real prick, but even he cant fault me for getting rained on while walking to my train stop.

On the bright side, I was dragging ass when I woke up at six-thirty this morning to get ready for work, and this icy rainstorm has me feeling wide awake. Hopefully with the help of another strong cup of coffee I can stay this way. I was up studying for an exam until two a.m.

Chemistry is the hardest college class Ive taken so far. It doesnt help that Im twenty-five and havent even thought about science since high school.

My exam is this evening, and when I finish it Im going to cook myself the cheesiest grilled cheese ever and sleep so hard. Im only taking two classes this semester, but between working forty hours a week at the Dupont and tending bar on Friday nights, its all I can do to keep up.

At this rate Ill have my bachelors degree in . . . six more years. Hopefully then I can get a job that pays enough for me to stop scraping by and eating peanut butter sandwiches the last few days of every month.


 

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AUTHOR BIO:

Brenda Rothert is an Illinois native who was a print journalist for nine years. She made the jump from fact to fiction in 2013 and never looked back. From new adult to steamy contemporary romance, Brenda creates fresh characters in every story she tells. She’s a lover of Diet Coke, chocolate, lazy weekends and happily ever afters.
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