All Night Long

By Emily Bunney

Making it Outside of the Friend Zone
Did you ever have a friend who just gets you? A friend who accepts your love of soppy movies and weird popcorn concoctions? What if that friend happens to be the sexy Captain of the Seattle Whalers NHL team?
Cam has kept Bugs on the bench for years; they're friends - that's all. However, one

• Language: English
• Publisher: 4 Horsemen Publications
• Release date: Jul 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781644502983

Emily Bunney

I'm Emily Bunney and I've been writing all my life, but in 2019 I fell in love with romance novels and in particular ice hockey romance. I love the books of Helena Hunting, Sawyer Bennett and Kelly Jamieson. During the pandemic, the U.K went into lockdown so I decided to write one of my own and this hobby turned into my debut Seattle Whalers novel All or Nothing. With the support of my small but loyal Instagram followers, I self-published weekly chapters on Wattpad and then sent some submissions out to publishers. I was thrilled when 4 Horsemen Publications came back to me and offered me a publishing contract - a dream come true. From then on it was a whirlwind of writing, building up my hockey series, winning the Readers Favorite Silver Medal and then self-publishing my own small town romance series. I've become a huge fan of ice hockey since beginning my series and in particular the Dallas Stars, and it has nothing to do with my slight obsession with the delicious Tyler Seguin. When I'm not writing, you can find me enjoying an espresso martini or a lazy Sunday breakfast.

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All Night Long

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2021941811

Audiobook ISBN: 978-1-64450-297-6

Ebook ISBN: 978-1-64450-298-3

Print ISBN: 978-1-64450-299-0

Dedication

For my good friends Nikki and Wendy. You’re my girls and no matter how far apart we are, we’ll always be together.

Find out what really happened the night

Cam and Bugs got together.

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Cameron

Shit, I’m late. I really hate being late for things. It’s one of my little OCD quirks. Most of my friends are ten minutes late for everything, but I’m usually ten minutes early. I’ve never missed a flight or an appointment; the very thought gives me hives.

As I push my way through the double doors that lead into Matt Landon’s new house, I hear the rumble of deep male voices. This is what I expect to hear since I’m entering a house full of NHL hockey players. However, the actual sound that assaults my ears is one similar to a bag of cats being drowned.

Is that supposed to be The Backstreet Boys?

Matt’s housewarming/moving in with his girlfriend party is in full swing, and I soon realize that the horrible singing is due to the karaoke happening in the main room. I greet several of the players as I work my way toward the terrible singing, and before I know what’s happening, a large, calloused hand grabs my wrist and pulls me into the commotion.

The hand belongs to the captain of the Seattle Whalers, Warren Bugs Parker, and he appears to be singing in my face.

What the fuck, Warren? I hiss as I try to look round his huge shoulders