Backhand Quotes

“The male voice was chocolate ice cream with hot fudge and marshmallow fluff, warm sand sifting between her toes, the perfect ending to a dramatic rom-com all rolled into one.”
― Elise Faber, Backhand

“Blue wasn't exactly a rookie, not any longer anyway. He'd had a phenomenal season the previous year that had him nin the upper echelon of NHL stat charts: 60 goals, 30 assists and a gritty, tough-as-shit work ethic.”
― Elise Faber, Backhand

“Nothing was better than being on the ice. Nothing. The way his skin went tight when the cold hit it, the crunch beneath his skates, the sounds: laughter, pucks colliding with the glass, pinging off the goalposts, the Zamboni rumbling to life. He even loved the smell.”
― Elise Faber, Backhand

“He was beautiful. Oddly familiar with his face half-illuminated in the lamplight, eyes dark as ink, several days of scruff on his cheek and chin, nose just slightly askew as though it had been broken a time or two. And was that a bruise just above his right cheekbone?”
― Elise Faber, Backhand