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Anton by Brenda Rothert
Chicago Blaze, #1
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Book Blurb:
He’s known as Father Anton to his teammates—the brooding, sexy captain of the NHL’s Chicago Blaze has a reputation for…not having a reputation. Just like his diet and sleep routines, celibacy is part of Anton Petrov’s on-ice mojo. Or so they say. Anton stays mum on the subject. If the world thinks he chooses to abstain from sex, so be it. Better that than the truth getting out: there is a woman he burns for, but he can never have her. She’s his teammate’s wife, after all.Mia Marceau is finally on her own. Now that she and her husband are living apart, she’s finding the peace she was desperate for. She spends her days in classes and late nights bartending, making her own way in the world at last. After what she’s been through, as long as her husband leaves her alone, she doesn’t plan to rock the boat. He still has the power to hurt those dearest to her, and she can’t demand a divorce with such a high cost.
A chance encounter with Mia has Anton hoping for a shot he never thought he’d get. And while she’s drawn to the intense, serious hockey center, Mia’s leery about playing with fire. That’s all Anton has ever known for Mia, though—a living, burning desire that won’t be denied—no matter the cost.
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Excerpt
My brother’s a fucking
asshole. I’ve known this since I first learned how to walk thirty years ago. My
mom loves to tell the story about me taking my first tentative steps across our
tiny Saint Petersburg apartment, my lips pursed in concentration. That is,
until my twin brother Alexei crawled up behind me like a bat out of hell,
laughing as he upended me and I fell on my ass.
“How’s that water?” He
grins obnoxiously at me from across the table at our favorite Chicago
steakhouse, his first glass of Heineken nearly gone already.
“Water’s water,” I say,
shrugging. “How’s your liver?”
“My liver’s a fucking
champ. It’s scrappy. If there was a Hunger Games for livers, mine would
definitely be the winner.”
“You think?”
He arches his brows. “You
only live once, man.”
Our server ends the
conversation as he approaches with our dinner. Even though I devoured a salad
already, my stomach growls as the plate with double portions of grilled chicken
and steamed vegetables is set in front of me.
Alexei looks just as
famished as he eyes his sixteen-ounce filet mignon and an enormous baked potato
loaded with butter and sour cream.
“Another Heineken, sir?”
the server asks him.
“Yeah, thanks.”
“I’ll bring more bread,
too.” The server picks up the basket Alexei emptied, slathering each piece with
butter as I ate my salad. “Anything else I can get you?”
“I think we’re good,
thanks,” I say.
We both eat in silence
for a couple minutes, until my brother sets down his fork and gives me a stern
look.
“You do realize I had the game tonight, right? If Lenz
hadn’t been fucking asleep in front of the net, we’d have won. Easily.”
“Here we go.” I roll my
eyes.
“Don’t start that shit,
Anton. You know I’m right.”
“I know you lost.”
“Lenz practically
escorted you to the inside of our net, man.”
“4–2.” I remind him of
the score. “A decisive win, I’d say.”
“We’ll have a new goalie
by Monday, guaranteed.”
“We smoked you, Lex. The
big talking Comets got shut down.”
He glares at me as he
puts a giant bite of steak into his mouth and chews it slowly. This is his old
trick for thinking of a comeback when he’s got nothing.
My brother and I played
on the same team from the time we immigrated to the US from Russia at age five
until we both graduated from Boston College, where we played hockey on athletic
scholarships. My full-time job in college, in addition to playing hockey and
studying for class, was keeping my hard-partying brother out of trouble so he
wouldn’t lose his scholarship.
After college, we entered
the NHL draft and signed with different teams. There’s only room for one Petrov
brother on an NHL team, because while our personalities are like night and day,
we’re very much the same on the ice. We’re both first line centers who fight
hard and never quit. Both team captains who accept nothing less than one
hundred percent. And we’re also both stubborn as hell.
Alexei started out
playing for Minneapolis, but now he’s with the Austin Comets and I’m with the
Chicago Blaze. No one gives me more shit than my brother, but no one loves me
more either. I know for sure he’d walk through fire for me, and I’d do the same
for him. Dinner at Robertson’s Steakhouse is our tradition after every game we
play against each other in Chicago, no matter how pissed off or beat down the
loser feels.
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