Seduced by the Game

Seduced by the Game

Cancer
Charity Anthology 2014

Lisa
Hollett

editor

Seduced by the Game

© 2014 by Lisa Hollett,
editor

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Tangled in the Laces
© 2014 by
Toni Aleo

Hooking Hannah
© 2014 by
Cassandra Carr & Cindy Carr

Crashing the Boards
© 2014 by
Jami Davenport

Taking a Shot
© 2014 by
Catherine Gayle

A Valuable Trade
© 2014 by
Jaymee Jacobs

Heir Apparent
© 2014 by
V.L. Locey

Blind
Pass
© 2014 by
Bianca Sommerland

Captain, My Captain
© 2014 by
Nikki Worrell

Cover art © 2014 by Fiona Jayde

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Table of
Contents

Introduction

Tangled
in the Laces © Toni Aleo

Hooking Hannah
© Cassandra Carr & Cindy Carr

Crashing
the Boards © Jami Davenport

Taking a Shot ©
Catherine Gayle

A Valuable
Trade © Jaymee Jacobs

Heir Apparent ©
V.L. Locey

Blind Pass © Bianca
Sommerland

Captain, My
Captain © 2014 by Nikki Worrell

Epilogue

About Coming Together

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Tangled in the Laces

© Toni
Aleo

Dedication

To all those who have lost someone they love to such a horrible
crap thing like cancer and those who are going through it, this book is for
you.  I have lost my fair share of people I loved and it’s not easy, but know
that by buying this book, you are helping and together, we are going to beat
the hell out of cancer.

First glance.

February 2005

Karson King pushed himself
as he skated up the ice and back along with his teammates. A cloud whooshed out
with every breath he let out; his lungs were burning, and so were his legs. The
rink was cold, and he loved the sound his skates made against the ice, along
with those of his twenty-nine teammates. It was seven in the morning, and he
was tired from staying out way too late the night before, but he loved this.
Hockey was his life. He ate, slept, and breathed hockey since he was old enough
to stand in his skates. It was all he knew; it was all he cared about. This was
his life, and he was ready to do everything he could to make his dreams come
true.

And that was making it
into the pros.

He had done everything to
get there. He played hockey 365 days a year, trained with the best coaches,
went to the best camps, and never started a day without a morning skate and a
little puck handling. He was taught to be the best by his father, who played
for twenty-one seasons in the pros before getting hurt and having to retire.
Karl King was the best on and off the ice, and Karson had every intention of
following in his father’s big footsteps.

He, along with his family,
believed that the Chicago Cats were one of the stepping-stones to get him to
the pros. He loved his Cats family. In the two years of being here, since he
skipped going into the draft at eighteen, he had made friends for life and
worked to polish his skills even more. His mother, Regina, was very adamant
about him going to college for at least two years to make sure that hockey was
really what he wanted to do with his life, despite the many scouts who begged
him to go into the draft. So he did, and while he believed it was a complete
waste of time, he was glad he was able to meet the guys he had and to be
trained by one of the greatest college coaches around. He had enjoyed the life
he had here in Chicago, but he was ready to be drafted. He was ready to play
for the big leagues.

Passing the puck up to his
friend, Grady Martin, Karson crashed the net, going around it before hitting
the slot where Grady slid him a beauty of a pass, resulting in an awesome
top-shelf goal. Doing a small fist pump, Karson turned to congratulate his
teammates before throwing his arm around him.

“Way to pass, Grad!”

“Thanks,” he said, sending
him a wide grin. “Let’s do that tomorrow.”

“Sounds good to me,”
Karson agreed, before skating back to where Coach was waiting for them. Taping
Karson’s shins before doing the same to Grady, he nodded.

“Good pass, great goal.
Let’s do it again. Passes have to be hard and accurate if we are going to beat
NYU tomorrow. Come on, boys. We got this,” he encouraged, before blowing his
whistle.

Karson nodded, turning to
get set for the next drill. Leaning on his stick, he took in a deep breath and
noticed that Coach had skated up beside him.

“Scouts will be here
tomorrow. They are looking at you, Martin, and Fellows. Go out hard, and make
me proud.”

A man of very few words,
Coach skated away. Karson’s stomach fluttered, but only for a second. He wanted
this, he was ready for this, and the pros were his for the taking. Barely able
to contain his excitement, a grin pulled at his lips as he set up for the
upcoming pass, shooting the puck past the goalie and then lining up to do it
again. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, his heart was pounding, and
he couldn’t wait to call his dad to let him know what was going on. More than likely
his parents would fly out for the game, since he always played better when they
were there, and they’d probably catch his sister Kacey’s game the following
day. Like Karson, Kacey was one of the best, too. They were both offered
full-ride scholarships to Chicago, and that was the main reason they left Wisconsin. Not wanting to put a financial burden on their parents, even though they could
afford it if it came down to it, they both worked hard to make sure their
college was paid for. It was just the way the King kids were raised.

You worked hard for the
things you wanted.

After doing the drill
again, Karson found himself behind Grady and tapped him in the shin.

“Big day tomorrow,” he
said, leaning on his stick.

Grady nodded. “I know.
Nervous as shit.”

Karson laughed as he shook
his head. “I’m not. This is what we want. It’s ours. This time next year, we’ll
be in the pros.”

“Or the AHL,” Grady said,
always the levelheaded one between the two.

“Sure, and we will be one
step closer to the pros. We got this.”

Grady could only nod
before kicking off to accept the pass that he quickly shot toward the goal, but
the goalie stopped him. When the whistle blew again, Karson dug into the ice,
accepting the puck before shooting it hard to the goal, through the five hole.
He hadn’t missed a shot yet and didn’t intend to. Being the captain of the Cats
meant being the best, and he wasn’t going to accept anything less.

Skating toward where the
next line was, he glanced up at the stands to see who had braved the cold to
come watch them practice. Usually the guys’ girls would come out, some parents,
and maybe even Kacey if she woke up on time. Usually she didn’t though, not
that he minded, since he never went to her practices. His stared lazily over
the almost-empty stands as he waited for his turn. When his gaze met a pair of
pale green eyes, he stopped dead in his tracks.

He had no clue who she
was. He hadn’t seen her around campus either, but he wished he had. She wasn’t
his normal type, but that didn’t matter as he watched her move her gaze from
his to look out on the ice. He was thankful she looked away, since it gave him
the opportunity to enjoy her without her knowing. Her legs were folded up
against her chest, with her arms wrapped around them. She wore a large Chicago
Cats’ sweatshirt, her jeans hugged her every curve, and he wanted nothing more
than for her to stand so he could drink in every single detail of her. From
where he stood though, he could see that her eyes were large and round, framed
by long, dark lashes. Her cheeks were a bright pink color, maybe from the cold
or maybe because she felt him watching her, but he couldn’t stop. Her lips were
a sweet, light pink color and pursed as her eyes followed the guys. He wanted
to know who she was watching, instantly jealous as his eyes traveled up to
where her blonde hair peeked out in spikes under the thick, knit hat she wore.
She had a pixie cut, something he wasn’t really into. Usually, he liked long
hair, but something about this girl had him drooling when he should have been
paying attention the game. Nothing ever distracted him, but this girl had the
power to. That should scare him, make him want to run the other way, but he
only wanted to run to her.

“Why the hell are you
staring at my sister?”

Forcing his gaze away from
the girl, Karson looked back at Grady and asked, “That’s your sister?”

He nodded. “Yeah, stop
staring at her before I kick your ass.”

The whistle blew,
signaling that it was time for the next in line to go. Karson looked back to
see it was his turn, but he didn’t want to move. He wanted to know more about
Grady’s sister, despite the fact that Grady would very much follow through with
his threat. Digging in, he headed for the goal, ready for the pass. When it
came, he shot it right into the goalie’s glove.

Not good.

Letting out a breath, he
knew he should have taken that little mess up as a sign saying he needed to
ignore his attraction to Grady’s sister, but instead, his gaze found its way
back to her. He couldn’t wait to know more about her.

* * * *

He was still staring.

Lacey Martin couldn’t
believe it, but Karson King was staring at her, like almost undressing her. So
bad that she found herself wrapping her arms tighter around herself. He made
her feel naked with those caramel-colored eyes fixed on her. She didn’t know
why he was staring, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t like it. Even
though she wasn’t one of those girls to get completely hung up on a guy, Karson
King was beautiful.

He had beautiful eyes,
dark brown hair that had a red hue to it, and a face that could grace an ad for
Calvin Klein. With hard angles, scruff that made him hotter, and a sexy smile,
he made Lacey feel like there was a rainstorm in her panties. His body just
screamed sex. He had door-busting shoulders, toned and thick in the most
delicious way. He was beautiful. She had seen him all over campus; girls
flocked to him like he was a famous pro. Even though he was gorgeous, Lacey
refused to be one of those girls. Yeah, he had the kind of eyes that could make
a girl bend over and take it any way he wanted, and maybe he did have the
greatest ass on the team, but she wasn’t stupid. There was no way a guy like
that would want her.

Lacey was content with her
life. She didn’t need to get her hopes up, thinking that Karson would want
something to do with her. Not only would that be dumb, but if it were true, she
needed to stay a thousand feet away from him. His rejection could break her
and, after the year she had, she didn’t need anything else breaking her. She
had finally put herself back together; she was finally getting into the groove
of things. Nothing could jeopardize that—not even someone as gorgeous and
lethal as Karson King.

She was finally Lacey
again.

That was why she was at
the arena that morning. She had come to watch her brother play. She missed
doing that, and it was worth waking up at the butt crack of dawn just to see
her big brother’s grin when he saw her in the stands. She knew he missed seeing
her, and it was nice to be able to start doing the things she had been doing
her whole life.

She had always been there,
through Grady’s whole hockey career. Being the only girl in the household, she
wasn’t allowed to be a girl. The fact that she didn’t have a dick hanging
between her legs wasn’t ever brought up. She got dirty, she cussed like a
sailor, she knew how to change her oil, and she knew how to hold her own. Girl
or boy, Lacey wasn’t going down without a fight. Despite her father wanting her
to be the Grady of women’s hockey, she had no interest in playing, but her
father would be damned if she didn’t know the ins and outs.

She loved the sport, loved
watching her brother play, and even loved skating, but she had no patience when
the stick was in her hands. Grady would steal the puck and, instead of trying
to steal it back, she would try to physically take him out. Yes, it might be
frowned upon, and yes, Grady accused her of having anger issues, but she
thought it was more like passion than anything else. Grady didn’t agree, and
that was probably why he and their father thought it was crazy that Lacey
wanted to design lingerie.

It was such a neat idea
though! She had always loved designing things. Clothes, rooms, and even the
jerseys that Grady wore, but there was something about bras and panties that
just got her gears turning. She loved making sexy things. She loved the
feminine part of it, and that was probably because she had been around farts
and burps her whole life. Any time she came out in anything remotely sexy, her
dad and Grady would throw a fit, so most of the time she walked around covered
up like a nun, when all she really wanted was to walk around in lingerie. Well,
she did before, now she was perfectly happy being covered up. Before though, it
wasn’t as if she wanted to be a ho or anything—she just wanted to feel pretty.
But since that might never ever happen again, she decided she would design
pretty things for other women to feel beautiful.

So that was what she was
going to school for, business and design. It was her first year, and she loved
every minute of it. Not only had she made great friends, but she was in the
school’s a cappella group, the Catappellas. Yes, she knew the name was dumb,
but she enjoyed it so much. Singing had always been a passion of hers and,
while she could carry a tune, her love for it wasn’t something she wanted to do
with the rest of her life. It was just a pastime.

With the year she had just
had, she decided she was only going to do what made her happy. She was going to
live life to the fullest—no matter what. Even though the idea of having Karson
King interested in her made her all giggly, inside she knew it was a bad idea.

Still though, her gaze
fell on the sexy captain who wore number sixteen.

When Coach blew his
whistle again, Lacey knew that practice was over. She stood and pulled on her
gloves, wrapping her scarf around her neck before picking up her books to head
out to the rink. She could wait for Grady, but there was no telling if he would
be out before her eight o’clock class, so instead, she headed for it. It was
freezing out, so she hurried across the quad to Reeding Hall, thankful when the
warm air hit her face. Letting out a breath, she headed up the stairs to her
class to find that her best friend, Rachel Wise, was waiting for her.

Like Lacey, Rachel was
going for business and design but, unlike Lacey, Rachel was quiet and very OCD.
It was cute, and Lacey loved how Rachel was the yin to her yang. Falling into
the seat beside her, Lacey’s book fell on the desk, knocking the pencils Rachel
had lined perfectly straight onto the ground.