Slap Shot (D.C. Stars, #3)

by Chelsea Curto

How did we feel about this one?” “It was mediocre,” Liam says. “I liked the narrators. I didn’t like the story.” “How did you not like the story?” Ethan asks. “It’s about a basketball player pretending to date his best friend’s sister. And she says she doesn’t like him. It’s gold.” “I’m tired of books that claim the main characters don’t like each other. I want to see it. Give me a dagger to the throat,” Liam says, and Grant nods in agreement. “Pretty sure that could be considered assault,” Riley chimes in. “Not in dark romance it’s not,” Grant says. “That’s why I like that shit the most.” “Yeah, because stalkers are more believable than two people not liking each other,” I draw out. “They could be,” Grant challenges. “And fantasy too. When they’re sword fighting and he’s all I hope you’re prepared to meet your end, and she’s all I’d sooner die than let you win, and then he nicks her cheek and smirks? I live for that shit.” “Holy shit. Should we bring swords to the arena and fight?” Ethan asks. “Not happening,” I say. “I don’t trust half of y’all with sticks, let alone a weapon that could slash someone in half.” “Mitchy?” Maverick asks. “Thoughts on the book?” Riley clears his throat. “I liked it. I really liked the scene where, ah…” He trails off and grabs his beer, taking a long sip. “The car scene.” “The car scene.” Ethan slaps the table. “That was hot.” “And illegal,” I say. “My god, man. Have you ever had any fucking fun in your life? We know you’d never get a woman ...

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