SO OVER YOU
Chicago Rebels series, Book 2
Pocket Star EBooks
December 4, 2017
“Meader serves up a delicious mix of sports, sexy romance, and complicated, captivating characters with her second Chicago Rebels hockey contemporary (after Irresistible You)…Meader’s erotic scenes could melt ice, and her complex protagonists will keep readers eagerly turning pages.”
—Publishers Weekly (So Over You)
“Things heat up on the ice in Meader’s latest installment of the Chicago Revels series (Irresistible You, 2017)…Isobel and Vadim’s chemistry is off the charts, and Meader’s engaging details of hockey and Chicago pull you further into their world. Even nonhockey fans will be rooting for the Rebels by the last page.”
—Booklist (So Over You)
“Hockey is a sport that moves a mile a minute, and it’s even more thrilling when the action off the ice has even more speed. In the second Chicago Rebels book, external conflicts make the path to a happy ending difficult for the couple, but that makes it even more satisfying in the end. Meader’s thought-provoking tale has well-rounded characters who touch each other’s lives — sometimes not too gently.”
—RT Book Reviews (So Over You)
“Meader’s strength is creating characters who live, breathe, and jump off the page; Remy and Harper shine, and the supporting cast of characters, including Harper’s half-sisters, is very strong. The mix of sexual tension and emotional decisions will lead Meader’s series launch to many a keeper shelf.”
—Publishers Weekly STARRED REVIEW (Irresistible You, Book 1)
“Meader takes her readers on a breathtaking, non-stop, glorious ride. The sex scenes are lyrically written with fresh, descriptive prose. Enough is included about hockey to add its fast rhythm to the book. Remy’s family is multi-faceted and fills the pages with joy. Readers will love the relationship between Remy and Harper, and will be excited for the next story — Isobel’s.”
—RT Book Reviews Four and a Half Star TOP PICK (Irresistible You, Book 1)
About the book
Three estranged sisters struggle to sustain their late father’s failing hockey franchise in Kate Meader’s SO OVER YOU, Book 2 in the new sizzling Chicago Rebels series. Middle sister Isobel is at a crossroads in her personal and professional lives. But both are about to get a significant boost with the addition of a domineering Russian powerhouse to the Rebels…
Isobel Chase knows hockey. She played NCAA, won silver at the Games, and made it thirty-seven minutes into the new National Women’s Hockey League before an injury sidelined her dreams. Those who can’t, coach, and a position as a skating consultant to her late father’s hockey franchise, the Chicago Rebels, seems like a perfect fit. Until she’s assigned her first job: the man who skated into her heart as a teen and relieved her of her pesky virginity. These days, left-winger Vadim Petrov is known as the Czar of Pleasure, a magnet for puck bunnies and the tabloids alike. But back then…let’s just say his inability to sink the puck left Isobel frustratingly scoreless.
Vadim has a first name that means “ruler,” and it doesn’t stop at his birth certificate. He dominates on the ice, the practice rink, and in the backseat of a limo. But a knee injury has produced a bad year, and bad years in the NHL don’t go unrewarded. His penance? To be traded to a troubled team where his personal coach is Isobel Chase, the woman who drove him wild years ago when they were hormonal teens. But apparently the feeling was not entirely mutual.
That Vadim might have failed to give Isobel the pleasure that was her right is intolerable, and he plans to make it up to her—one bone-melting orgasm at a time. After all, no player can perfect his game without a helluva lot of practice…
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She sat on the bed, yanking off her Joan of Arctic boots while Vadim paced. Back and forth, forth and back, looking up every few seconds to check her progress. Socks off. Another look. Hoodie was history. Another look. Ten seconds between each glance, which meant he was—oh, God—counting off in his head.
She was down to leggings and a tank top.
“Are you going to wear a rut in the carpet, Russian, or a rut in me?”
He stopped, and stabbing his fingers through his hair, spoke with immense effort. “Remove all your clothes immediately.”
“You remove them.”
She swore his erection poked higher in his sweatpants.
“Isobel,” he warned.
“What’s wrong, Vadim? Are you afraid you might get overexcited if you peel off my top and get a bra strap sighting? If your fingers graze my skin, will we start to see little Vadim”—she pointed at not-so-little Vadim, now straining to punch through the thin fabric—“weeping his cockhead off? Worried you’ll blow before you can get me there?”
She’d been teasing him—mercilessly, she now realized—and he was actually concerned. Nice going, dummy.
He continued. “I am currently running my stats from every season starting five years ago.”
“What are you up to?”
“Third year in the NHL. My best season to date.”
With a teasing lick of her lips, she accessed her memory banks. “Thirty-eight goals, 64 assists, 19.5 shooting percentage, 8 game-winning beauties.”
He halted the pacing and faced her with hands on hips, his expression one of lust battling disbelief.
“Did I just turn you on even more, Russian?”
She winked. Evil, thy name is Isobel Chase.
Apparently this was the last straw. “Why are you torturing me? Do you not realize that if I touch you too soon, I cannot be responsible? It will be fast, brutal, lacking in finesse. This time, I promise to make it right for you.”
His admission of vulnerability floored her. To have this power over someone as self-contained as Vadim was both heady and humbling. As for the fast and brutal comment? Slippery warmth gushed between her thighs.
No more games. She gripped the hem of her tank and ripped it off over her head, her nipples tightening against her bra at the blue-fire flare of appreciation in his eyes. Then she stood, turned, and peeled off her leggings.
She might have paused a second just as they cleared her ass. Evil was a good look on her, and let’s face it, she had a pretty great ass. His groan filled the room like a prayer.
Still with her back to him, she finished the strip, and was now left in a black satin bra with red bows and a matching high-cut bikini from Addison William’s Beautiful collection—Isobel loved the complete, but still sexy, coverage of the pieces designed for full-figured women.
By the sounds she was hearing behind her, she guessed Vadim loved it, too.
Kneeling one leg on the bed, she looked over his shoulder to find him—oh yeah—stroking his erection through his sweatpants. The man was a walking god, all sculpted muscle, his body inked to highlight every ridge and plane to perfection. The spot between her thighs got warmer. Wetter.
“You wear this when you are coaching and tempting me with your black pants?”
She had tempted him in her unsexy sweats? “Sometimes. I like to feel sexy.”
“They are—you are—” He placed a hand on her hip, and she sensed both reverence and restraint, but also a heat that burned through everything. “I will make it good for you, I promise.”
He sounded so sincere—too sincere—and something tugged in her chest. A curl of regret.
She opened her mouth to respond, but got distracted when he hooked his fingers in the side of her panties and teased them off in a slow, torturous descent. And if it was this bad for her, it had to be killing him. In this position, she felt more exposed than if she had been facing him.
Leaving her panties at her knees, he traced a hand along the ladder of her spine, then circled her hip to clamp that hand over the juncture of her thighs. Yes. Moving her ponytail aside, he nuzzled her neck and applied whisper-soft kisses to her heated skin. Just like in her car, her hips scouted ahead for pleasure, rocking and rolling. Seeking the hardness of his cock behind her, the grind of his fingers between her legs.
One of those magic digits parted her in a delicious swipe. That stroke shot to every extremity. “You are so wet, Bella.”
She leaned into his touch, needing more, demanding more, he rubbed harder. Impossibly good. She moaned, encouraging him to take control.
Gripping her hip, he turned her over and pushed her back on the bed. Her panties didn’t last, and Vadim lay down beside her, still wearing sweatpants, his erection poking against her thigh. She reached for it, and he swatted her away.
“Not yet, Bella. Let me love you properly first.”
Love? Surely, just a translation hiccup. “Oh—okay.”
His fingers returned to their holy work. “I want to see your eyes.”
In case she faked it, maybe? Now she was starting to doubt. What if she’d placed too much pressure on him, which placed too much pressure on her, and she felt a need to rush them to a conclusion just so they could move past this?
“I know what you’re thinking, Bella.” Those crystalline blue eyes held hers captive, his expression grave.
“I doubt it.”
“You’re thinking that there is a lot of pressure here.” He applied a different sort of pressure with one finger, then two inside her. She accommodated the stretch by arching into the exquisite pleasure.
“There—there is. And I’m worried I’ve set us up to fail.”
His mouth descended onto hers, kissing away all the worries. There was a very excellent chance she was going to come with Vadim Petrov for the first time.
“Tell me what feels good, sexy girl.”
“What you’re doing is fine.”
“Good. So good.” It was, but maybe if he . . .
“Be honest, Bella. Do you need my mouth on your breasts, my tongue in your pussy? Do you need it slow or fast? Hard or soft?”
She inhaled a couple of sharp breaths. His list of all the awesome gifts he could deliver opened her up. “My clit. Go slow. Build to it. Not too fast.” The words gasped from her in staccato bursts, her honesty feeling almost as good his fingers now moving to accommodate her request.
“More like”—she placed his fingers on either side of that sensitive bundle of nerves and guided him to a steady stroke—“this. Avoid my clit until I’m all fired up.”
He smiled, the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. “Let us get you all fired up, Bella.”
Isobel and Vadim have a history that very few people know about, and Isobel’s 2 sisters Harper and Violet are on the do-not-need-to-know list when Harper negotiates his trade to the Rebels. The big brooding Russian suffered an injury that has slowed his game, so Isobel is assigned to him as his skating coach to get him back on the ice sooner rather than later. She needs this assignment to go well to help build her credibility as a coach, but old hurts and male ego may derail her plans before they ever get off the ground.
The battle of wills is on from the first moment they reconnect but there is no question that sparks still fly between these two hotheaded athletes! Vadim is determined to be a hard case given how they parted several years ago thanks to Isobel’s father, and she is determined to play it cool to show him that he has absolutely no power over her anymore. Unfortunately when she lets a reference to their past slip in a conversation with Violet in her office at the arena, she has no idea that the thin walls allow unintended audiences a glimpse into her less than earth-shattering first time with the current Czar of Pleasure. Since one of those eavesdroppers is team bigot and troublemaker Leon Shay who is also in danger of losing his spot on the first line to Vadim, it is not going to be a secret for long.
Vad’s ego is bruised and he is determined to show his Bella just how skilled he has become in the time they have been apart, but they are playing a dangerous game. If she gives in and word gets out, it is not just her reputation that will be on the line as a coach but her sisters and the team will be under more media scrutiny given Harper’s relationship with Remy. That sizzling chemistry boils over though and Vadim is sure to make up for lost time in memorable fashion. It seems the stars may finally be aligning for them, but it is not going to be an easy path. Vad’s play is easily influenced by his mood, and dealing with his newly discovered sister as well as his estranged mother while trying to tamp down the distraction of having Isobel constantly nearby is wreaking havoc on his concentration. Throw in random snide remarks and taunting from Shay in an effort to get Vad to lose his cool and he has to work on mastering that Russian mask of indifference, at least on the outside.
Isobel is not having such an easy time of it either. A lifetime of observing men in and around the hockey world as well as her encounters with players has taught her that fidelity is not something that comes easily to most guys in the game. Her own father was a glaring example of what not to do when it comes to love and relationships. Vadim’s reputation is only part of the issue for her even though he has given her no reason to question his integrity. Ever since that fateful night on the ice that cost Isobel the bright future she envisioned, she has been feeling lost and adrift as she searches for a new place to fit in. Being an owner and potentially a coach is something she never imagined and it just doesn’t feel quite right to her, especially as she works to rehab stars into . When a potential opportunity to play at a national level again presents itself, she quietly throws herself into going after one more chance at greatness. Hopes and dreams are on the line for the team too. If they don’t make the playoffs, the team will be sold and all three sisters will be left trying to find a new path to the future once again.
I have to admit I didn’t love the first book in this series featuring Harper and Remy as my strong dislike of Harper overruled the Cajun goodness that was Remy. And she really didn’t grow on me much more in this book either. But fortunately Harper had limited appearance in So Over You, and I definitely enjoyed the yumminess of the sly banter between Isobel and Vadim! Isobel has a fierce wit and an independent streak a mile wide (almost to a fault) and Vad’s dominant occasionally know-it-all personality provided moments of frustration, but in the end there is no doubt that the years apart have been important to shaping both of them into people who are right for each other. Of course that know-it-all attitude gives them one heckuva pothole in the road to happiness but it all works out in the end! Kate Meader has given us another winner in So Over You, and I will be eagerly awaiting the next book in the series featuring the Rebels coach Dante Moretti and one of the Rebels players.
ALSO AVAILABLE NOW: Irresistible You
Hot in Chicago series author Kate Meader returns with her all new, scorching Chicago Rebels hockey series, featuring her signature “steamy sex scenes, colorful characters, and riveting dialogue” (Romantic Times). Three estranged sisters inherit their late father’s failing hockey franchise and are forced to confront a man’s world, their family’s demons, and the battle-hardened ice warriors skating into their hearts.
Harper Chase has just become the most powerful woman in the NHL after the death of her father Clifford Chase, maverick owner of the Chicago Rebels. But the team is a hot mess—underfunded, overweight, and close to tapping out of the league. Hell-bent on turning the luckless franchise around, Harper won’t let anything stand in her way. Not her gender, not her sisters, and especially not a veteran player with an attitude problem and a smoldering gaze designed to melt her ice-compacted defenses.
Veteran center Remy “Jinx” DuPre is on the downside of a career that’s seen him win big sponsorships, fans’ hearts, and more than a few notches on his stick. Only one goal has eluded him: the Stanley Cup. Sure, he’s been labeled as the unluckiest guy in the league, but with his recent streak of good play, he knows this is his year. So why the hell is he being shunted off to a failing hockey franchise run by a ball-buster in heels? And is she seriously expecting him to lead her band of misfit losers to a coveted spot in the playoffs?
He’d have a better chance of leading Harper on a merry skate to his bed…
About the author:
Kate Meader was raised on romance. An Irish girl, she started with Catherine Cookson and Jilly Cooper novels, and spiced it up with some Mills & Boon. Now based in Chicago, she writes romances of her own, where sexy contemporary alpha heroes and strong heroines match each other quip for quip. When not immersed in tales of brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, Kate lives on the web at katemeader.com.
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