Drafted first round pick when I was seventeen, playing first line at eighteen, branded NHL's bad boy at nineteen. At twenty-three I was cut from the team and living back home with my parents. A knock on the door brought an opportunity I couldn’t turn down. All I had to do was prove I learned from my mistakes, so no way would I fall for a chick with a pouty mouth even if I wanted to spend all day devouring it.
When my father gave me a job, I had no idea it would be to babysit some washed up NHL player. He wanted me to be his chaperone, his overpaid babysitter. I thought it was a joke. Then I met him, Matthew Grant. I wasn’t prepared for this particular bad boy. He’s not only hot but he’s arrogant and kinda sweet in a 'you make me crazy' kind of way.
Basically now that he’s finished screwing up his life, he’s decided to turn mine upside down.
She’s the first thing I’ve ever wanted more than hockey.
He’s the guy I know I should stay away from.
But what if this thing that started out so wrong turns into something so perfect?
I truly liked Karrie. I thought she was a strongly written female-and I love that. She was smart and sassy and I loved her relationships with her family. She's the kind of friend everyone wants to have, someone who is going to stick by you and tell you like it is. I really enjoyed her.
Matthew ran hot and cold for me at times. When he was hot, he was HOT. I think I just needed to remind myself of his age at the time of some of the events in the book and then I could understand him a little bit more. He's cocky for sure but he also has a streak of vulnerability in him and that endeared him more to me.
These two together are smoking...but they're also comfortable with one another. I appreciated the banter between them as much as I appreciated the sexy times between them, which I think is important. I believed in their relationship.
I did have a bit of a problem with how something was handled-and I won't get into specifics so because I don't want to spoil it. There's an issue at the beginning of the book that is resolved in the end but I think it was rushed through. I wanted a little more time spent on that, personally.
I enjoyed this book overall, as I've enjoyed this author before. If you like hot, fun, sports romances I'd definitely give this a try. I look forward to reading more from this author.
Matthew and Karrie are thrown together as Matthew has some issues with being properly behaved when not on the ice, and Karrie is the boss's daughter and an excellent candidate to work as a chaperone, as her father puts it, in an entry level position. Needless to say, this is not the position she sees for herself.
Karrie was interesting, and I liked her. I liked the relationship she had with the people in her life, with her friends, and how she cared about them fully. I liked that she was willing to put herself on the line for them, to step out of her comfort zone. She was interesting, and she was funny.
Matthew, however, seemed a little uneven to me. At times he was incredibly intense and mature, and other times he came across as really young. I know, this is true life, people don't always react perfectly to each situation, but for some reason, this made the story seem a little unbalanced.
I also had the same issue with the situation at the beginning and the quick resolution of it...I thought the build up of the event was not balanced with the resolution.
Overall, I enjoyed the book and the characters and I was able to relate to them, mostly. I do recommend this title, and I will definitely read this author's next title.
I nod at him. It isn’t as bad as I thought and maybe me and my roommate will be each other’s wing man. “Your chaperone will be at your side each time you go out. Especially, game day and traveling. Of course you will each have your own room when traveling, but it will be connecting.”
“I hope this guy is up for Netflix and working out.” I smile at them, my hand itchy to sign the papers before I call it all off.
Doug gets up, going to the phone on the table, pressing a couple of buttons. “Can you come to the conference room, please?” He hangs up right after.
“If you mess up even once, your contract is null and void,” Doug says, sitting down just as the door opens and I turn my head to stare at the person who just walked in.
“You?” I stand up, looking back at the other people at the table. The chick from the gym walks in, this time wearing black tight pants and a white button-down shirt, rolled up at the wrists. “Is this a joke?”
“I can assure you I had the same reaction when I was asked,” she says sternly. “I don’t want this any more than you do, but it is what it is.”
“She tried to pick me up yesterday.” I put my hands on my hips, telling the table.
“Are you insane?” she huffs out, her voice rising. “You and your anatomy landed on me.” She looks at Doug. “Right in my back.”
I roll my eyes at her.
“Karrie,” Doug says, looking at her.
“What?” She shrugs at him. “He couldn’t even contain himself, and he thinks I tried to pick him up.” She looks at me. “You wish.”
I pfft out. “Please, one word and you would have come home with me.” I look at the men in front of me. “You guys can’t be serious.” I then look back at Karrie. “Besides, how old is she? Twelve?”
“Pervert. I would have pulled the fire alarm and kicked you in the nuts.” She crosses her arms over her chest, making her tits strain against the buttons. “Either way you would have ended up in the same place. Alone. With bruised nuts.”
Robert slaps the table. “That’s enough, you two.” He looks at both of us. “Now, you two have a lot of catching up to do. I will forward you both the travel schedule.” He stands up, grabbing the papers, and slapping me on the shoulder. “Good to have you.”
Coach Dan gets up also, smirking at me while I stand here speechless that they allow a girl to chaperone me. Not just any girl, the hottest fucking girl I’ve ever set eyes on. I had to take care of myself three times since I stumbled on her.
“You two try not to kill each other.” Dan looks at Karrie. “Be good, sweetheart.” And he kisses her cheek.
“Really?” I throw my hands in the air. “Does no one think this is a ridiculous idea?” I look around the room and the only one left is Doug, who gets up.
“I think it’s the best thing to ever happen to you.” He walks over to squeeze my shoulder. “But if you make my little girl cry”—he leans in, whispering—“they won’t find your body.”
My mouth opens and closes, and then opens again, not a sound coming out.