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Release Day Review: Save of the Game by Avon Gale

 
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Release Day Review: Save of the Game by Avon Gale

Book Info

Book Series
Scoring Chances (Book 2)
Authors
About the Author
Avon Gale was once the mayor on Foursquare of Jazzercise and Lollicup, which should tell you all you need to know about her as a person. She likes road trips, rock concerts, drinking Kentucky bourbon and yelling at hockey. She's a displaced southerner living in a liberal midwestern college town, and she never gets tired of people and their stories -- either real or the ones she makes up in her head.
Publication Date
January 29, 2016
Pages
200
ISBN
978-1-62798-047-0
ASIN
B01AIKR1HG
Excerpt
Chapter One

RILEY HUNTER might not have ended the previous season as a champion, but he was determined the next year was going to be different.

He spent the summer training harder than ever, attending a few camps, and working with a former AHL goalie coach to sharpen his skills in net. If the Sea Storm didn’t win the Kelly Cup, Riley worried he was going to end up traded. And that meant another two seasons—if not more—fighting for the starting spot, just so the scouts would notice him. While goalies matured more slowly—and had longer careers—than guys who played other positions, Riley wasn’t comfortable with complacency. He had a new backup on the team this year, and Riley had to be at the top of his game.

Lane Courtnall, Riley’s friend and former teammate, thought Riley was just being paranoid. Lane was their best player last season, the league’s rookie of the year, and was playing for the Maple Leafs’ AHL team after just one season with the lower-league Sea Storm. Riley was proud of Lane, but he missed him too. Riley had never had a roommate before, and he’d hoped Lane would want to live with him for the season. He was looking forward to having someone else there when he got home after practices and long road trips. But since Lane was in Toronto, Riley was once again living on his own.

As Riley got settled in his new apartment, he wondered for the hundred thousandth time if the apartment was too nice, or if he shouldn’t have gotten himself a new car or the surround-sound system. He spent a lot of time making sure he didn’t look like a rich kid who could buy whatever he wanted, even though he was. And it wasn’t like people didn’t eventually find that out, because there weren’t a lot of hockey players from Wyoming, and a quick Google search provided a lot of links to his family’s spacious ranch at the foot of the Tetons as well as how much they were worth.

Riley knew he was probably being ungrateful, given that he would never have to worry about money. He knew how incredibly rare that was. But he was constantly worried that having so much money kept him from being a better goalie. That it took away some of the hunger that you need to make it in hockey, to climb up until you had a shot at the big leagues. He thought about the stories he heard in the locker room, about guys whose parents drove two hours one way to take their kids to games, through snow or ice and in cars where the heat sometimes didn’t work. How they’d pack a cooler of ham sandwiches, Cokes, and string cheese, and head out before the sun was up, just to make it on time.

And Riley would remember how his driver would take him to practices and games in one of his parents’ luxury cars and wait for him with the heater running the whole time. How he’d wait to leave, sometimes hiding or shivering in the cold after the other kids and their families left, just so no one saw the uniformed man opening the door for him. How he would ride home in the warm, quiet dark of the car, and it didn’t matter if his team won or lost, if Riley had played well or not. It was always the same ride.

His phone beeped, alerting him that he had a new text message. It was from Ethan Kennedy, the defenseman the Storm had acquired before the trade deadline last spring. The rowdy Kennedy, who had a heavy New York accent and was a huge fan of the New York Rangers—a team Riley hated, by virtue of being a New Jersey Devils fan—had bunked with him for a few weeks during the finals. He’d gone back to New York after the Storm lost in the playoffs. Riley hadn’t been sure if he was coming back or not, but the text message indicated he’d just gotten back to town, and would Riley mind picking him up from the airport?

And oh, he got a cheaper rate by flying into Tampa, which was three hours away. Was that a problem? And one last thing. Riley didn’t need a roommate by any chance. Did he?

Riley looked around his apartment, which was nice and clean and quiet. Just like it always was, except for those few weeks last spring when Ethan was there. He was loud and messy and always in Riley’s space, left half-full cans of Pepsi everywhere, drank whiskeys with dubious-sounding names, and smoked like a chimney.

be there in 3 hrs, Riley texted and grabbed a few boxes of coconut water out of his fridge. The idea of coming home alone after games reminded him of those car rides in Wyoming, and he was getting tired of the silence.
 
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ETHAN KENNEDY hated flying. He hated it. He might have been the only guy in the ECHL who liked the bus rides.

It wasn’t being in the clouds that bothered him. Not really. It was the part where there was never enough room, ever, in any of the places related to air travel—in the airport parking lot, the shuttle bus, the ticket line, the security line, the seats at the gate, and in the small-ass little planes that now flew everywhere that wasn’t a continent away.

He was in a middle seat, in the last row of the plane, which meant he couldn’t even recline. And there were a thousand old people on this flight—it was going to Tampa, so that figured—who were all coughing or waiting for the bathroom, which was, of course, right behind him.

The woman next to him kept giving him disapproving looks, probably because of his tattoos, which were visible since he was wearing a sleeveless shirt. The man next to him was reading a book called The Marriage Garden: How to Heal the Flowers of Love, and it had nothing to do with sex. Ethan knew this because he kept peeking to see if it did. There were no pictures at all, but every now and then the man would sigh and lean back with his eyes closed.

Maybe he wished he’d planted some bulbs in the Slutty Singles Garden instead of the marriage one. If Ethan’s sisters or his cousins ever saw a dude reading a book about the “Flowers of Love,” they’d move their flowers to some other garden so fast there’d be nothing left but empty dirt holes. Or something.

He would have tried to sleep, but he was too keyed up. He was happy to be going back to Jacksonville, even if he didn’t know where he was going to live once he got there. Or, come to think of it, how he was going to get to Jacksonville from Tampa.

He’d figure it out, though. If Ethan Kennedy was good at anything, it was figuring shit out last minute.

It took forever to get off the plane once they landed. Ethan tried not to hit anyone or jostle them, but he really wanted a smoke and some food that wasn’t a package of graham-cracker-cookie things and half a ginger ale. It made him clumsy and short-tempered, and he had to remind himself he couldn’t yell at people who were the same age as someone’s grandma.

When he was finally out of the sardine can that passed for an airplane, he ignored the crowd pressing toward baggage claim and found an empty gate with no flight assigned to it. He sat in a chair and breathed quietly, until the restless anger and the tiredness and the distraction separated enough for him to think clearly through all three. He found his phone and scrolled through the numbers, wondering who the fuck would come get him at this time of night, three hours away, and maybe have an extra room.

Ethan texted Riley Hunter, because he’d stayed with the guy for a few weeks when he first showed up last season, and they’d gotten along fine. Riley was quiet and Ethan wasn’t, and even though he liked the Devils and talked to himself and had 67,000 boxes of disgusting coconut water in the fridge, Riley was a good guy. Hard to get to know, but Ethan hadn’t been there very long.

He’d planned on bunking with Ryan Sloan that year, as it seemed like the perfect solution. He and Ryan got along like gangbusters or whatever that expression was. He’d been in Tampa for fifteen minutes, and he was already sounding like a retiree. Sloany’s roommate from last season was playing up in Toronto. But then Sloany had texted him a few weeks earlier, telling him he was moving into his girlfriend’s place on the beach because, with their combined income, they could afford the mortgage. Ethan was bummed, but he hadn’t been 100 percent sure at the time he was going back to Jacksonville at all.

Ethan retrieved his bags, hauled them outside, and then smoked three cigarettes in a row and made soft, quiet sounds of pure enjoyment. He was starving and he only had four dollars and sixty-two cents to his name. He rummaged through his bag, looking unsuccessfully for his cell phone charger, because he could at least listen to some music. Then he dragged his stuff back inside, spent his four dollars on a magazine, then settled on a fairly comfortable bench outside in the passenger-pickup spot to wait for Riley.

He read the magazine three times and smoked half a pack of cigarettes out of boredom. Next time he was going to think ahead or at least find somewhere badass to go in Tampa. Airports were really boring.

Although if he didn’t stop smoking so much, he should probably get used to being on the bench.
After last season’s heartbreaking loss to his hockey team’s archrival, Jacksonville Sea Storm goalie Riley Hunter is ready to let go of the past and focus on a winning season. His new roommate, Ethan Kennedy, is a loud New Yorker with a passion for social justice that matches his role as the team’s enforcer. The quieter Riley is attracted to Ethan and has no idea what to do about it.

Ethan has no hesitations. As fearless as his position demands, he rushes into things without much thought for the consequences.  Though they eventually warm to their passionate new bond, it doesn’t come without complications. While trying to financially help Ethan, Riley must hide his family’s wealth so as not to hurt Ethan’s immense pride. For their relationship to work, Ethan will need to learn when to keep the gloves on and let someone help him—and Riley will have to learn it’s okay to let someone past his defenses.

Editor reviews

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Fun, Hot Sportsmanship
Overall 
 
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Riley and Ethan are your fairly typical hockey players, enjoying the power and the limelight that comes with their positions of goalie and enforcer, respectively.  Ethan comes back from summer break in need of a place to stay and Riley offers up his apartment.  Drastic differences in background mean that the two are emotionally at opposite ends of the spectrum.  Riley strives hard to be the best he can be in order to make up for emotional neglect from his billionaire parents, while Ethan is a happy-go-lucky semi-serious player who enjoys a fulfilling family life with his sisters and mother and not much in the way of extra funds.
 
I loved that this book wasn’t full of the stereotypical belligerence associated to sports players.  Both main characters are written realistically, but without a testosterone overload that normally pervades such a theme.  Ethan is a brawler on the ice, as is typical of an enforcer, but he’s also all about picking up spirits and being a support system, and off the ice he’s a genuinely nice man.  
 
There is very little in the way of angst in this story, which was very refreshing.  The two men go from acquaintances to friends to lovers fairly seamlessly, and there is no loss of depth for the happiness that pervades this novel.  The heat factor is high – these
are two very sexual creatures in their mid-20s, and that is well-represented, but woven through it is also a clear camaraderie that is very enjoyable to read.
 
The supporting cast of characters is extensive and as each is well-developed, they provide a more full-bodied read.  This is my first Avon Gale novel, and I’m very much looking forward to reading more.  I was very impressed with this novel, and I highly recommend it!
 
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