Title: Sophomore Surge
Series: Sophie Fournier, Book Two
Author: K.R. Collins
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: November 25, 2019
Heat Level: 1 - No Sex
Pairing: No Romance
Length: 94400
Genre: Contemporary, LGBT, Contemporary, new adult, family-drama, sports, ice hockey, Concord, teammates, rivals, championship, demisexual
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Synopsis
Entering her second season in the North
American Hockey League, Sophie Fournier sets her expectations high. The Concord
Condors will make the playoffs for the first time in franchise history. They
have the veteran core to do it and the new talent to give them the extra push.
From the beginning, things don’t go
according to plan. The season begins without one of their best players, and
they lose others to injury and trades as the season progresses. Hockey is a
team sport, and Sophie can’t drag them to the playoffs on her own. Is her voice
loud enough to convince her team to believe the way she does?
Excerpt
Sophomore Surge
K.R. Collins © 2019
All Rights Reserved
Sophie braves the Manchester airport,
her ball cap pulled down low over her eyes so she won’t be recognized. On a
different day, she wouldn’t mind being noticed by kids or even their parents.
It would be a sign of how quickly hockey has caught on since she made her debut
with the Concord Condors last season. Today, though, she’s on a mission.
Theodore Augereau, one of her teammates,
is flying in, and she promised him a place to crash during the convention. Fan
Fest is Concord’s first event of its kind, a weekend-long celebration of
Condors hockey. They’ve planned autograph signings, player panels to answer
questions, photo-ops, everything their PR team could think of to drum up
support and excitement for the 2012-2013 season.
Sophie’s been in town for a few days
helping to prepare, and her teammates are finally trickling in to join her. She
spots a familiar figure in the crowd. Teddy has his hat tipped to hide his
eyes, same as her, but she’d recognize those scrawny chicken legs anywhere. His
goalie pads make him appear twice as large as he is, but in shorts and a
T-shirt he looks small.
“You’re too skinny,” she tells him once
they’re together. “Don’t you know the off-season is for bulking up?”
Teddy taps her shoulder where her shirt
stretches thin to accommodate the breadth of her muscles. “You hit the weight
room enough for both of us.”
She grins, pleased he noticed. She spent
the summer training, determined to drag Concord into the playoffs this year.
The last time she saw Teddy, his shoulders were hunched, the same misery in his
eyes reflected in hers because it was locker room cleanout day, and their
season ended too early. It’ll be different this year. They’ll have a postseason
for the first time in franchise history.
“The guest room is made up for you,” she
says as the baggage claim belt begins to move. “I even stocked the fridge.”
“You’ll spoil me.”
“You’re my goalie.” Goalies are meant to
be protected—and spoiled—at all costs. Happy goalies make for happy teams.
Jakub Lindholm—Lindy—is their starter, but he was Matty’s long before Sophie
came to Concord. She knows better than to think she’ll separate their number
one goalie from their captain. But she claimed Teddy last year, fair and
square.
Teddy finds the black suitcase with a
white 30 embroidered on it and hefts it off the belt. “Will you carry my bag?”
He grins as if he’s teasing. Sophie
matches his smile. “Sure. I mean, it looks like I’m the only one who worked out
this summer.”
“I tried!” Teddy slaps her hands away as
she makes a grab for his bag. He lifts it up even though it has perfectly
functioning wheels. His muscles flex, but where Sophie is thick and solid, he’s
wiry like one of those Gumby figures she played with at her grandparents’
house.
“Men and their egos,” Sophie sighs.
“The summer didn’t make you any nicer.”
“I picked you up from the airport, I’m
feeding you, and I’m giving you a place to stay.” She ticks each reason off on
her fingers. “But you’re right. I’m not nice at all.”
“I’m not going to win this one.”
She laughs as she playfully bumps his
shoulder. “I rarely lose.”
“Welcome to my apartment.” Sophie opens
the door and ushers Teddy in. Last year, given her status as the first woman in
the League, the Condors organization felt it was best for her to live with her
general manager and his family rather than with one of her teammates. The
Wilcoxes had been kind, but she’s ready for something different.
Sharing an apartment with Elsa will be
new, but, more importantly, it’ll make her feel normal. Most players don’t eat
dinner with their GM after practice or babysit his kids on their off days. They
play video games with their teammates and eat too many tacos. She’s spent so
much of her career set apart from what typical hockey players do. She’s excited
to finally be like them.
She and Elsa haven’t talked much this
summer which means Sophie’s done most of the decorating for their apartment on
her own. The living room, the first thing anyone sees when they walk through
the door, is all Sophie. The floors are hardwood, which is how the apartment
came, but she picked out a slate-gray suede couch. It’s extra wide to
accommodate hockey players, and she bought the matching love seat. The smaller
couch won’t work for napping, but it’s somewhere for people to sit if they ever
have company.
The coffee table is the same one
displayed when she went furniture shopping. It’s square, with a glass inlay in
the wood. The woman at the store said it’s ideal for displaying magazines
without cluttering the top of the table. In deference to the saleswoman, she
placed a few copies of After the Whistle inside. Carol Rogers, the reporter for
the segment, also publishes weekly articles on the state of the League. At the
end of each season, they compile her articles and interview transcripts into
one large publication. It’s a look-back on the season, and Sophie can trace the
history of the sport she loves by paging through the issues.
“Do you want a snack before your shower
or after?” Sophie asks Teddy as she moves into the kitchen. It’s smaller than
her parents’ kitchen, but it’s functional. There’s an oven with four cooktops
and a fridge with a freezer big enough to store all the ice packs she and Elsa
will need.
“The shower isn’t optional?” Teddy grins
as he slides his shoes off near the door. “What’re you trying to say about me?”
“You smell like airport. You can’t take
forever, we have places to be today.” Matty—Daniel Mathers—offered Lindy’s
house for a team get-together before the convention. It’ll be a good
opportunity to see everyone before they have to be on their best behavior for
the fans. “The guest room is the one at the end of the hall. The bathroom’s the
one with the toilet.”
Teddy laughs as he wheels his suitcase
down the hall. Sophie pulls two bags of tortilla chips out of her pantry and
takes out the salsa dip she made after a frantic Google search last night. It’s
a layered dip with shredded buffalo chicken, and she hopes it tastes good.
Cooking’s still new to her. At Chilton Academy, all their meals were provided
to them and not much has changed since she made the jump to the North American
Hockey League. Last year, Amber Wilcox and the team accounted for the majority
of her meals.
When she asked Elsa if she has any
hidden talents in the kitchen, Elsa sent back a picture of an open-face sandwich
with either pickles or cucumbers on top. Sophie reapplied herself to finding
easy, but trainer-approved recipes. At least if things become dire, she and
Elsa can always order takeout.
“What are these?” Teddy pops back into
the kitchen, holding a powder-blue hand towel with a seashell border.
“They came as a set; shower curtain,
rug, towels. It means everything matches.”
Teddy stares at the towel. “Seriously?”
“It’s the guest bathroom. There are no
seashells in mine.”
“Do they make towels with embroidered
hockey pucks or do you have to custom order them?”
“Fuck off and shower.”
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