Wednesday, 10 May 2017

✪ Score (San Francisco Thunder #1) ✪ Victoria Denault ✪ Release Blitz & Giveaway ✪



Title: SCORE
Author: Victoria Denault
Series: San Francisco Thunder, #1
On Sale: May 9, 2017
Publisher: Forever
Trade Paperback: $14.99 USD
eBook: $3.99 USD



He's used to winning, but now he's playing with his heart.

Jude Braddock. Hockey god. That's how everyone sees him now. But when they were teenagers, Zoey knew him as the kid who didn't have enough nerve to make a move on their one and only disastrous date. Seems he doesn't have that problem anymore, though. According to the rumors, he's with a different woman every night. After a rough divorce, the last thing Zoey needs is more heartbreak. But Jude's cocky, playful attitude is mighty hard to resist.

Jude knows he isn't built for long-term relationships. But he's getting sick of women pounding on his door in the middle of the night looking for a rematch. When Zoey comes back into his life, it's like fate has given him a second chance. He'll do anything to make her happy again. Is this what love looks like? He has no idea. All he knows for sure is that this time, he's playing for keeps.




 


ARC received via publisher for an honest review

Hockey hottie?  Check!
Second chance? Check!

It is no secret that I am a sucker for a hockey player story, but throw in a blast from the past/second chance romance and you had me at hello.



 




  EXCERPT
Still staring at my blank phone screen, I stumble toward the door and of course I walk straight into someone. Of course. Because to- day is going to be shitty in every possible way. Luckily, I manage to avoid getting chai latte on either of us; it barely spills over the lid and only dribbles onto my hand.

Im so sorry! I say at the exact same time she does, and I look up to see a familiar face staring back, but I cant place it.

She blinks azure eyes and then her whole face lights up. Zoey?
Zoey Quinlin? Oh my God!

Shes hugging me before I realize whats happening. I wrap the hand not covered in latte around her back and return the embrace. She pulls back, still holding my shoulders, and smiles. Holy crap! Its been over ten years! Oh my God. She pauses and glances around before adding in a softer voice, Its Dixie. Dixie Braddock. You used to babysit me at my familys summer cottage in Maine. You were friends with my brother, Jude.

Holy shit! Dixie Braddock? I cant believe it. The last time I saw her she was thirteen. Wheat hair; pink, suntanned skin; freckles across her nose and chronically scabbed-up knees from trying to keep up with her older sisters and brother, who were all daredevils on their bikes and skateboards and surfboards. Babysitting themwell, the girls, anywayfor the two years I lived in Maine was a highlight of my summers. And so was seeing their brother. Shit, I hadnt thought of Jude Braddock in a while. I find myself smiling now that I am.

You live in San Fran? she questions as she takes my elbow and leads me over to the counter and hands me a napkin for my latte- soaked hand.

Yeah. Stayed local after college, I explain as I put down the latte and wipe my hand. And you live here?

She nods, her sleek blond bob moving like a curtain around her face. She looks close to the tiny thing I babysat but much more refined and beautiful now. I do the math: shes only twenty-four, but she looks more put together than any twenty-four-year-old Ive known.

Yeah. I went to school for sports media, then interned with the San Francisco Thunder hockey team, and they hired me full- time this year. Her eyes dart around, and her voice drops again. Jude plays for them, so I use my moms last name, Wynn, so no one thinks he got me the job. He didnt.

Jude is in San Francisco? I dont know why I felt the need to say that with such breathless shock. I knew he made the NHL, but I had thought he was playing in Milwaukee. Thats where he was last time I Googled him, which was three years ago, before I married Adam.

Yeah. Got traded a couple years ago, Dixie explains. So hows your family? Wheres your dad preaching now?

Hes retired. Mom and Dad are in Sacramento, I explain. My brother, Morgan, is a teacher here in San Francisco.

Morgan! She laughs and her cheeks turn a little pink. Sadie, Winnie and I had such a crush on your brother when we were little. Remember we used to keep begging you to invite him over when you were watching us?

I nod and cant help but smile back. Yeah, that memory hasnt faded. The Braddock girls wanted my brother to come over, but I never invited him. Not because he was gay, which I already knew at that point, but because if Morgan was around, he would tease me about gawking at Jude, which I always did if he happened to come home before Mr. and Mrs. Braddocks date night ended.

Dixie glances at her phone in her hand, and I realize we both must have been looking at our screens when we collided. She frowns. I have to go. I have a meeting at the arena in twenty. She puts a hand on my arm again. But I would love to catch up with you, and I know Winnie and Sadie would too. Theyre going to be in town this weekend. Would you be able to do brunch?

Yeah, I can do brunch, I reply and am shocked at how excited I am at her suggestion. I havent really done much of anything social since the separation. I kind of lost touch with a lot of my friends after marrying Adam and adopted his circle of friends. And they all promptly orphaned me after the separation. I didnt care much because I didnt feel up to social interaction, but suddenly this seems like a pleasant distraction from my reality. The Braddock family was one of my favorite parts of my childhood.

Amazing!  Dixie almost squeals.  How about  tomorrow.  Eleven?

I nod. Where?

You pick.

MKT? I blurt out because its in my hotel and Im too flustered to think of anything else. To be honest, I dont even know what they serve for brunch.

Great! Sadie loves that place, and shes normally impossible to please. She hugs me again. See you tomorrow! Winnie and Sadie are going to be so excited!

And then, before I can even lift my hand to wave, shes back out the door. She never even got a coffee, but she doesnt seem to notice. Im more dumbfounded and confused than I was from the phone call with Minerva. The Braddocks are here. Well, at least Jude and Dixie are here. In San Francisco. Where I live. When the hell did that happen?

I look around the coffee shop to make sure theres no one else from my past lurking around. A teacher, a neighbor, another sister of an old unconsummated love. Although Jude was my only unrequited love, but he did have three sisters. Whom I will be having brunch with tomorrow. Crazy!

I slip out of Peets and concentrate on the clicking of my heels as I make my way back over to my office. I finally take a sip of my jostled latte. Its barely warm but the caffeine still manages to clear my head a little. Not enough that eagle-eye Marti doesnt notice something is up.

Everything okay? she wants to know as she stands at her desk, gathering things she needs for her day and placing them in her bag. You look more out of it than you did before the coffee.

I ran into someone I havent seen in a long time, I murmur, and for some reason Judes seventeen-year-old face floats through my head, not Dixies from this morning. The last time I saw her was in Maine eleven years ago, so it was surprising.

Wow. Marti takes a break from filling her Michael Kors satchel with listing flyers. Small world, huh? I love when that happens. Unless its someone I hate. Was it someone you hate?

No. Not at all, I reply and drop down gently into my seat. She and her sisters were sweethearts. Seems like they still are. Ill definitely find out, because Im having brunch with them tomorrow.

Cool. Marti isnt paying attention anymore. Her eyes are focused across the room on Parker McDavid, who is the owner of our company. Hes midforties, tall with a dad bod that is oddly at- tractive, probably because he covers it in perfectly tailored designer clothes. His dark hair is graying in all the right places, like George Clooneys, and his eyes are warm and his smile is kind. But hes an astute businessman who expects a lot from his Realtors, and Marti is constantly trying to impress him. I am too, if Im being honest, but Im new. Shes not new, but shes still hungry.

Im going to tell Parker about the deal I just closed, and then Im off for a condo showing, Marti explains and barely even waves good-bye as she hustles toward the kitchen Parker just disappeared into for his morning croissant and English Breakfast tea.

I open my laptop and pull up my email, determined to keep my mind focused on work. I need to send a follow-up email regarding the potential Haight listing, but my brain is bouncing from Adam to Dixie.
One future encounter Im dreadingconfronting Adamand one Im looking forward toseeing the Braddock sisters. But the one that isnt destined to happen is the one that fills me with excitement I havent felt in a long timethe potential that since Im meeting three Braddock siblings I might also run into the fourth: Jude.




Victoria Denault loves long walks on the beach, cinnamon dolce lattes and writing angst-filled romance. She lives in L.A. but grew up in Montreal, which is why she is fluent in English, French and hockey.



 


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