Dirty D Man

DIRTY FIGHTER A Slayers Hockey Novel Static's Book Official Release date, Blurb, and Cover coming soon.

A hot new hockey romance from USA TODAY bestselling author Mira Lyn Kelly... Every man has his limit, and this girl is mine "Loved it and can’t wait for more. I am shamelessly obsessed with these Slayers hockey men..." ~Reading Shamelessly Yeah, she's my buddy's little sister and every kind of off limits. She's frustrating, infuriating, chaos in motion. And she's my new roommate. There's no defense against this girl.

Fatherhood blindsided me. There I am, working to get a rise out of my cranky little rule-following, fun-wrecking, soon-to-be ex-neighbor when my one-night stand from last season shows up... in labor. Next thing, I'm a single-dad begging for a crash course in caring for this tiny miracle from the neighbor who loves to hate me. Turns out, Nora raised half her siblings. She knows things. And I know my son needs her. Unfortunately, she's not impressed by my NHL career, my legendary charm, or the rumors surrounding the size of my stick (all true btw). But I'm not trying to impress her. Not anymore. I can't. I'm asking her to help me out, because my son deserves better than some player who hasn't even had a chance to read the manual yet. Which means no matter how hot I find her spitfire mouth and those rules she doesn't break... Nora is off-limits.

I'm not a total dick ... Most days, I'm a damned decent guy. Just not around my buddy's sister. She's sexy as sin, sharp as hell, and she's also the lush little harpy who's been rubbing me wrong since we were kids. I don't want to do her a favor ... If it had been any other damsel in distress looking to shake some unwanted attention, I'd have been the perfect fake boyfriend for all of five minutes. But Laurel brings out the bastard in me, and five minutes hardly seemed enough time to make her squirm. She wants to one-up me, and I want to win. But maybe I need a favor too ...

One look and I know… this chick hates me. I should walk away, find some puck bunny to gleefully sit on my lap and tell me what a big, hot, hockey stud I am--totally true, BTW. But there’s just something about this feisty redhead I can’t let go. She’s got an edge to her that’s sexy as hell and a smart mouth that’s been tying me up since the night I met her. She tells me to forget it, we’re not happening. But this isn’t the kind of woman a guy ever forgets. Especially when the air starts to sizzle and pop every time we get within ten feet of each other. She’s in my head and under my skin, and all I can think about is the way she looked at me that one time. Like she already knew how it could be between us. I’m not the kind of guy a girl like her takes home… But maybe I want to be. **A sexy enemies to lovers, secret crush, second chance, girl who got away hockey romance**

His mouth is hot enough to melt the iceTen days. That's all I'm asking for. But not one of my NHL teammates is willing to cough up a sister, cousin, or trusted friend to play my fake girlfriend for this wedding.Pucking BS. Yeah, my mouth has been known to get me into places I don't belong. But this Class Five panty melter is on lockdown because the last thing I need is another complication.I'm about to give up when fate delivers the answer to my prayers.I'm not her type.She doesn't date jocks.All this sharp, sexy over-achiever wants is a little fun, an escape from her career driven life.It's a simple arrangement. So why am I complicating it?

DIRTY CHRISTMAS is a sexy, feel-good standalone novella, set in the Slayers Hockey world. As car-jackings go, I know I lucked out. But still. Christmas is rough. Now I’m stuck in some tiny twinkle-light town with my plans to avoid the holiday hype blown to *holly* hell. I’m starting to suspect there’s no escaping this lump of coal when a feisty redhead lands in my lap. Suddenly, I know exactly what I want for Christmas. Now I just have to convince her I’m not the naughty player she thinks I am and to give me a chance to score a permanent spot on her nice list. *Dirty Christmas was previously published in the Scoring Over the Holidays collection

Ten days. That’s all I’m asking for. But not one of my NHL teammates is willing to cough up a sister, cousin, or trusted friend to play my fake girlfriend for this wedding. Pucking BS. Yeah, my mouth has been known to get me into places I don’t belong. But this Class Five panty melter is on lockdown because the last thing I need is another complication. I’m about to give up when fate delivers the answer to my prayers. I’m not her type. She doesn’t date jocks. All this sharp, sexy over-achiever wants is a little fun, an escape from her career driven life. It’s a simple arrangement. So why am I complicating it?