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BLAZE

Enemies to Lovers College Hockey Romance

E. Cleveland

Blaze

Copyright © 2021 by Eddie Cleveland

Editor:

Finishing by Fraser

Cover Design:

Eddie Cleveland

Copyright © 2021 by E. Cleveland. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Contents

Introduction

Playlist

1. Working the Pole

2. Becky Ball-Buster

3. Kneel Before the Queen

4. Amnesia Sex

5. Prince Harry or Killer Clown

6. Sleepy Fruit

7. Happy Birthday

8. Harry Douche-Nozzle, the third

9. Dick Kazoo

10. Chicken Tattoo

11. Pull-Cord Cock

12. Sex History File Cabinet

13. Playing Games

14. Malicious Compliance

15. Blaze’s Balloon Bonanza

16. Blunt the Pain

17. Sneaking Around & Out

18. Prissy-Whipped

19. Dirty Little Secret

20. Pulling a Blaze

21. Restrained

22. Actions & Words

23. Olympic High Jumper

24. Busted for Bustin’

25. Tired Traditions

26. Rookie Mistake

27. Something to Prove

28. Pussy & Parties or Prissy

29. Love Mute Button

30. Raising Roosters

31. Epilogue

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Introduction

This enemies to lovers romance is impossible to put down! Full of fiery friction. Funny oil-and-water banter. And enough steamy tension that you’ll feel the fire! Blaze is a book boyfriend you won’t soon forget.

I have a new job. My official title, public relations manager for the Westbury Warriors hockey team, is a mouthful. It’s also a complete lie. I’m a babysitter for the baddest boy on the Westbury Warriors hockey team: Blaze.

All of the hockey elites have reputations, but there’s only one guy that breaks all the rules. And (thankfully) the only guy who made that bizarre grainy-green night vision video. The one with him and some random girl. She's wearing nothing but the smile on her face and he's wearing nothing but the university’s mascot head.

It went viral.

And now my job is to keep Blaze from being a public relations nightmare. The fact that he hates me means I’m doing it well. Blaze is the guy who cares the least but causes the most amount of stress headaches. He’s covered in tattoos and attitude. If he wasn’t one of the best players on the team, they would’ve kicked him out long ago.

His name is stupidly perfect for him too. He’s fast. He’s hot. And he’s fire in bed. I’m not supposed to know that last part.

But I do.

Clearly, he doesn’t remember the night we shared back when he was a freshman. And that’s the way it’s gonna stay.

I have to stay professional. Even if I crave his heat, I can’t get drawn to his flame, because if I do I know full well what will happen. I’ll get burned.

Playlist

Flaws - Bastille

My Own Souls Warning - The Killers

Animals - Maroon 5

Midnight Sky - Miley Cyrus

Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkey

Blow Your Mind - Dua Lipa

Without a Fight - Brad Paisley ft. Demi Lovato

1

Working the Pole Blaze

“I expected us to be less… noticeable.” Rookie glances around the low-lit strip bar.

He’s not wrong. We do stick out here. This place is so empty, I’m surprised they bothered to stay open.

My mother calls me Dylan, but I’m Blaze to everyone else. Coach Wilson thinks it’s because I like to skate at bullet speed just to get warmed up. Some of the newbie Warriors might believe that official line, but most of them know the real reason - I know all about getting high.

I’ve smoked a lot of weed. I’ve had those conversations with God, those moments in the mirror where you’re just watching your face morph. Most times I just use it to take the edge off. Blunts are aptly named. They blunt the pain.

No high compares to the insanity at this strip club in September when all the college kids are flooding the bars, their hands burning up with Daddy's money. Nothing I’ve ever smoked has come close to the high of Foxies during Frosh Week. Strippers covered in baby oil were wrestling each other naked. No seats were empty. It was so loud, you couldn’t hear someone yelling at the top of their lungs, even if they were sitting on your lap.

Or grinding against it.

This is… well, I don’t know if it’s possible to have fun at a depressing strip club, but it looks like we’ll find out. Tonight, there’s only one of everything. One stripper on the stage. One bartender mixing drinks. One bouncer at the door. All of them have distant, bored looks fixed to their faces.

It doesn’t matter if it sucks tonight because I’m still doing him a favor. The kid’s a virgin. Every guy on the Westbury Warriors hockey team knows it. We were already calling him Rookie as a generic nickname, like we did for all the new guys who didn’t have one sorted out yet. There was a night we all got too drunk. He got all confessional on us and spilled the beans about how he’s never spilled his gravy.

That was the night Rookie was born.

If that placeholder hadn't fit as tight as, well... a virgin, there’s no telling what his nickname could have been. Maybe I’d be looking over at my friend “V-Card” and wondering why he looks so uptight. He might be nervous or maybe he’s excited. Whatever it is, he’s tense… like his head and his feet are attached to two different cable weights, stretched in opposite directions on a wire about to snap.

“You gotta relax, man.” I laugh because he looks so fucking serious.

I’m sick of serious. This year, all my roommates at Hector House have all been getting knocked out of the game like a tennis match between mosquitoes and those electric tennis rackets.

Last year, Player and Kaylee hooked up, and yeah, it cramped our style a bit. I didn’t mind though. Having Kaylee to fawn over and fuck has kept our most noble and high-horsed Team Captain, Player, from staring down his nose at me twenty-four seven.

Now, almost all the guys I live with are shacked up

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