For Love or the Game - BWWM Hockey Sports Romance

By Nia Shaw

Gorgeous and curvy, Abbryana Ferris has been mistaken for a nurse more than once in her medical career. At twenty-seven, the dark-skinned beauty is often thought far too young to be a 'real doctor'. Abby struggles to relay to Trevor that this head injury is career ending, and that he can't just be careful next time. One more hit to the head will probably kill him. 

The bad news doesn't stop thirty-year-old Trevor Miles from hitting on her. Even with his latest Hockey injury, he knows a catch when he sees one, and he's not willing to let this one get away so easily. 

But Abby has another admirer, and Dr. Bailor isn't willing to share. When Dr. Bailor finally pushes Abby too far, forcing her to report him and costing him his job, things only get worse. 

A budding romance and a crazy doctor are almost too much for her, but will Trevor walk away from Hockey? Or will he risk his life for the game he loves and leave her behind? 

*** Standalone short story, no cliffhangers. ***

• Language: English
• Publisher: Interracial BWWM Romance Novels
• Release date: Nov 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386401629

Book preview

For Love or the Game

Chapter 1

Trevor’s stick made contact with the puck, his eyes locked on the goal.  His skates cut the ice with a sound like no other, drowning out the noise of the crowd and the shouts of the other team as they raced after him to get to him before he could score.  They were locked in a tie and the game had gone into sudden-death overtime.  It was now or never.  If he missed this shot, the other team would get the puck and potentially make a goal.  Maybe they’d fail, but it was unlikely.  They’d played one hell of a game thus far, and his team couldn’t risk a bobble.

Trevor focused on the goalie, the hulking man was braced and ready to defend against his shot.  Still moving forward at breakneck speed, Trevor pulled back his stick and slapped the puck with all his might.  He slowed, watching the puck as it sailed through the air, straight for the goal.  The goalie moved towards it, but Trevor could see that it was already too late. 

A wide smile broke across his face, the puck moving in slow motion and inches from making contact with the net.  He’d done it.  They’d won!

Trevor was turning to face the crowd, who was on its feet chanting his name, when a ton of bricks slammed into him.  He caught sight of unfamiliar skates and the opposing team’s jersey colors a split-second before his head slammed into the ice.

He heard the crack of his helmet hitting the ice and then there was only darkness.  The chanting crowd faded away until there was nothing left but a deafening silence and utter darkness.

TREVOR CAME TO SLUGGISHLY, looking around the unfamiliar room in confusion, his eyes blinking slowly.

A monitor beeped in his ear, the sound loud and uncomfortably piercing.  The overhead light was bright and reflected off the white paint that caked the walls. 

This wasn’t his first head injury and it only took a moment for him to get his bearings.  He felt around in the bed sheets until he found the small remote with a single button for the nurse.  He pushed it once, letting the remote drop and closing his eyes against the glare. 

Why was that damn light so bright?

He heard footsteps almost immediately and smiled.  Hockey players weren’t usually given the celebrity status like other sports, but in Blaine, Washington, he was big news.  Nestled against the Canadian border, this tiny town of under ten thousand treated him like a movie star.  He wasn’t the least bit surprised that pressing the call button had elicited such an immediate response.

I see you’ve pushed the button.  Are you awake, Mr. Miles, or was that a fluke?

Her voice was cheery and he knew that she knew he was awake.

The damn lights are too bright, he said by way of explanation.

Well, that’s easily fixed.

The overhead lights were doused almost immediately and a single cabinet light near the door was turned on.  Slowly, Trevor opened one eye to see if the pain was any better.

That’s much better.

He flashed his handsome smile at the nurse.