Dallas Christmas

By RJ Scott

Logan Maxwell, a winger for the Burlington Dragons, is stuck in Dallas and missing Christmas with his family. There's no snow in this damn city, he's lonely, and he can't even remember the last time he hooked up with a guy.

Spending his precious Christmas break with the other single players on the team could be great, he guessed, but for one thing; Archie Simard.

Lusting after the brother of your team captain is the worst idea in the history of bad ideas, Logan knows that. But when fate throws him and the temptation that is Archie together, it’s hard not to fall in love.

This story was previously published in the Hockey Holiday Anthology.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RJ Scott
• Release date: Jul 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9781785641428

RJ Scott

RJ Scott is the author of the best selling Male/Male romances The Christmas Throwaway, The Heart Of Texas and the Sanctuary Series of books.She writes romances between two strong men and always gives them the happy ever after they deserve.

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Dallas Christmas

Dallas Christmas

A Dragons’ Hockey Team novella

RJ Scott

Love Lane Books Limited

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Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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Chapter One

Keep your head up next time, Logan. You could get hurt. I worry. A, xx

I read the text, deleted it, and tossed my cell onto the bed next to my unpacked black-and-scarlet gym bag.

It didn’t matter that Archie was right. I’d been lucky to get away with being smashed into the plexiglass by the behemoth that had been the Florida D-man. The incident had hurt. I ached as if I’d been thrown off a building, but it could have been worse if he’d caught me the wrong way when I had my head down. That kind of shit had ended careers, and my life was going to last as long as I could make it.

People depended on me. My family depended on me.

But I was done with the advice Archie kept texting me or, indeed, any contact with the enigmatic investment manager who didn’t seem to have gotten the message.

I decided to change my number immediately, as I did every other time he texted me.

But that would mean giving the new number to Mom, Dad, two brothers, three sisters, assorted nieces and nephews, my agent.

And there went my determination. I knew I could block numbers, or so the kids on the team said, but there was always a small part of me that actually wanted the texts. The stupid, messed-up, idiot part of me that had resigned itself to contact with Archie only on a game night.

I don’t know what he was trying to pull by contacting me. We’d promised to leave each other alone, agreed it was too dangerous for my career and my place on the Dragons. We were done. Finished. The time limit on Archie and me had expired, and he needed to get over himself.

The cell chimed again, and with a curse, I picked it up. I could no more ignore a text alert than I could ignore eating pasta before a game, the move to connect to the world through my phone so ingrained in me.

Good game though. Nice win. A, xx

This time I didn't throw the cell away from me in a huff. Instead, I slumped to the side of my bed and stared at it. Stupid x-kisses and their ability to cut my legs from under me and make my chest ache with loss.

I wish he would leave me alone.

What we’d done had lasted a month, and it had finished nearly a year ago, but the man still kept texting me. I recalled his blue eyes, his blond hair. I couldn’t forget, since he looked so much like his brother, the captain of the Dragons, Alexandre Simard, or Simba as we called him. Which was another added wrinkle in what had been a hot month of sex. Knowing the guy I was sleeping with was related to my freaking captain.

I’d gained respect from the rest of the team as one kind of person, when in fact, the real me hid behind a façade. Add on having sex