Heat, Hockey and Two Werewolves

By Eliza Moon

A curvy witch who is also an artist PLUS two sexy Werewolves who want her PLUS a hot hockey game!

The only thing Piper Diamond wants to do with hockey is to stop hearing about it so much.

For this witch, gallery owner and artist, the absolute worst time to be in her hometown of Uphoria, Alberta is when the town hosts the Werewolf League games, resulting in hockey permeating every aspect of her life. Even her normally attentive, sexy Werewolf mate, Baxter, loses his head during the hockey season and eats, sleeps and breathes hockey.

But when the hunky center forward of Uphoria's home team, Patrick Giles, wants Piper and Baxter for his trois amour, a three-way mating group, Piper's interest in hockey suddenly skyrockets. Even though Patrick is sexy and Baxter is more than willing to have him join them, Piper's not certain that she can commit to a relationship with another Werewolf.

Unfortunately, she doesn't have much time to think about her love life. Her gallery is in financial trouble and it's all she can do to keep warlock Thor Wragge from buying it and turning her dreams into cheap reproductions. Things don't get any easier when the gallery becomes a target for vandals and burglars, so Piper has to decide what she really wants from life.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a 17,000 words stand-alone story with an HEA, so no cliff-hangers! Story contains mature themes and language and is intended for 18+ readers only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heartbeat Reads
• Release date: Feb 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386270928

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Heat, Hockey and Two Werewolves

A Menage Sports Romance

By: Eliza Moon

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

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Chapter One

Piper Diamond tried to ignore her mate, Baxter, as he sighed, rubbing his thumbs in small circles at the base of her neck. He always knew just the right way to touch her to ease the tension in her spine. His musky Wolf scent so close to her stirred desire like it always did, but right at this moment, he wasn't after sex.

Instead, his eyes were sad and droopy, his mouth downturned, trying to convince her to do something far different. And far less exciting.

"Please come to the game with me."

Baxter, I can't.

Why not?

Because I have all this work to do, she gestured to the receipts and invoices strewn over her desk. And because I don't want to. You'll have more fun without me, anyway.

It was the Wolf League playoffs in Uphoria, Alberta. Winter howled outside and the windows rattled as sand-like grains of snow beat against them. And it always led people to bundle up in woolen hats and parkas to brave the frigid temperatures, so that they could sit in a freezing cold hockey arena and watch a bunch of Werewolves skate around on the ice, slapping around a puck with their little sticks.

Hockey season was the worst season in Piper's opinion. Though she could easily summon up a small dragon to keep her hands toasty in the arena, she just didn't see the appeal of the sport. Not a very Canadian attitude, as Baxter repeatedly told her.

When it came to hockey, the only delightful parts of watching a sports game–the rippling muscles of the athletes–were hidden beneath layers of padding and fur. Boring.

What made it even more unbearable was that while the playoffs happened, they were all anybody in Uphoria, especially Baxter, would talk about. Piper couldn't even walk down the street without hearing fights over the finer points of what happened in the last game.

Baxter leaned over her, nibbling at her neck. She tried to ignore the tingle that it created, focusing on her bookkeeping papers.

You have been pouring over these books for hours, Baxter nipped at her earlobe, his steamy breath in her ear. If you come with me, I can make it really worth your time...

Piper swept her blue-and-purple hair out of her eyes and turned to her mate. As a Werewolf, he was able to shift forms at will and either be a man with firm muscles, dark hair, dark eyes, and a Latino complexion, or a humanoid wolf with hairy, clawed feet, hands the size of dinner plates and boundless muscles that rippled under gleaming fur the color of midnight.

You'll be able to enjoy the game better without me, Piper repeated. The gallery is in the red again, I'm not sure how I'll make rent. It seems every time I break even, something happens and I'm in debt again.

Baxter caught the arms of her swivel chair, trapping her. Piper Diamond, you get your delicious ass out of this chair this instant. You need something to distract you, and you know how... desirous I get after we win a game.

You're insisting, aren't you?

Baxter nodded, and Piper wrapped her arms around his neck. He rarely insisted on anything, and so she knew that this was very important to him. Okay. I'll go. On one condition. If we lose, you don't start pouting.

Baxter flicked his tongue across her lips and she opened them readily and moaned.

I'll get your coat, he whispered, slipping away from her grasp.

Piper smiled at him. She really did not want to go watch hockey, even though she had to admit the sex after Uphoria won a game and Baxter was all hopped up on adrenaline and excitement, was always mind-blowing. But Baxter was right, as he usually was. She needed a distraction and hockey was better than sitting around stressing.

They had been mates since senior prom night. Neither of them had really understood just how permanent Werewolf mating actually was. They had been hormone-fueled teenagers with their heads in the clouds, lost in a night of music and dance.