Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Too bad, I did.
After a string of terrible dates, I did the unthinkable. I propositioned Flip Madden.
Of course, he said no.
It isn’t that he’s almost a decade older than me, or that I’m still in university.
It’s because I’m his coach’s oldest daughter.
Not to mention my dad would bludgeon him with his hockey stick if he found out.
Which he won’t, because it will never happen.
And now things are awkward because there’s no going back.
Except Flip is more protective than ever, and his eyes follow me around every room we’re in together. He brings flowers to my recitals and reads all the books I recommend.
Things I should never, under any circumstances ever do: hope Flip Madden might actually want me too
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CAST OF CHARACTERS
Tallulah Vander Zee
• Terror Coach’s oldest daughter
• In final year of university
• Tight with the Babe Brigade
Nickname: Talls, Tally, Kitten
Parents: Eline and Berend
Siblings: Ties and Fenna
Phillip “Flip” Madden:
• Brother to Rix
• Terror forward
• Best friend to teammate Tristan and former neighbor to Dred
Parents: Howard and Muffy
Siblings: Beatrix (Rix) Stiles
TERROR TEAMMATES
Tristan Stiles
• Terror Teammate
• Husband to Rix
• Best friend to Flip
Quinn Romero
• Terror Teammate
• Previously attended the Hockey Academy together
Kellan Ryker
• Terror Teammate
• New Goalie, tight with Quinn
Ashish Palaniappa
• Terror Teammate
• Husband to Shilpa (team lawyer)
• Best friend to Dallas
Connor Grace
• Former archnemesis to Flip
• Terror enforcer
• Previously attended the Hockey Academy with Dallas, Tristan and Flip
Dallas Bright
• Terror Forward
• Best friend to Ash
• Engaged to Hemi
Hollis Hendrix
• Best friend to Roman Hammerstein - Former Terror Goalie
• Coaches at the Hockey Academy: Toronto Campus
• Fiancé to Peggy “Aurora” Hammer Hammerstein
Roman Hammerstein
• Former Terror Goalie
• Coach for the Hockey Academy: Toronto Campus
• Dad to Aurora/Peggy/Hammer
• Hollis’s best friend
• Husband to Lexi
TALLY’S TILTON UNIVERSITY CREW
Cammie Lovelock
Enid Posey
Fee Forrest-Hammer
Chase Lovett
Mac Meyers
Gage Steel
Brody Stiles
THE BADASS BABE BRIGADE: TALLY’S GIRL SQUAD
Wilhelmina Reddi-Grinst:
• PR for Terror
• Best friend to Shilpa
• Engaged to Dallas Bright
Nicknames: Hemi, Willy/Wills
Peggy Aurora “Hammer” Hammerstein
• Daughter to Roman Hammerstein
• Girlfriend of Hollis Hendrix
Nicknames:Peggy, Aurora, Hammer, Princess
Beatrix Madden
• Roommate to Hammer
• Sister of Flip Madden
• Married to Tristan Stiles
Nicknames: Rix, Beat, Bea
Essie Lovelock
• Rix’s best friend
• Lives in Toronto
• Dating Tristan’s brother, Nate Stiles
Sibling: Cammie (attends Tilton U-friend’s with Tally and Fee)
Alexandria Forrester
• Terror assistant coach
• Married to Roman
• Guardian to her two younger sisters Ophelia (Fee) and Calliope (Callie)
Nicknames: Lexi, angel
Shilpa Palaniappa
• Best friend to Hemi
• Terror Lawyer
• Married to Ashish Palaniappa
Nickname: Shilps
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CHAPTER 1
TALLY
“Ijust want to have sex.”
The table goes silent for a moment, and all eyes shift to me.
I’m out for brunch with my Babe Brigade. These women are my friends, though they’re all a little older than me, and also almost all affiliated with the Terror, Toronto’s pro hockey team, of which my dad is the head coach.
Hemi’s eyes flare. “Uh-oh, what happened last night?” She’s the head of Terror PR and married to Dallas Bright, a forward on the team.
“The same old same old.” I’m the last virgin standing in my university friend group, and I don’t see that changing any time soon. “It’s so stupid. All these idiot boys just want to fuck the coach’s virgin daughter.”
A table of dad-aged guys close by looks our way. Hemi stares them down, and their breakfasts are suddenly super interesting.
“It must be frustrating.” Essie’s expression is all empathy.
Somehow a rumor proclaiming my unsullied status—to counteract the previous one where my ex called me a bad lay—has made its way through the douchebag population of my university. It’s become a fun game to play: Who can deflower the precious Terror virgin? Or at least that’s how it seems.
“Why can’t I find a nice boyfriend who wants to know me?”
Maybe my expectations are too high. Maybe I need to read less LoTR fanfic and omegaverse romance where the heroes are head-over-ass in love with their partner and exceptionally focused on providing unparalleled pleasure. Is that too much to ask?
Dred tents her fingers under her chin in contemplation. “Maybe hockey parties aren’t the ideal location to source such a man?” She’s married to Connor Grace, the Terror enforcer, who lives to make her happy.
I sigh. “You’re right. I know this. But my friends are all connected to the hockey world. There’s no escape. Last night some guy waited in line with me for the bathroom, and we got to chatting. He seemed so nice and legitimately interested, but when it was my turn, he asked if I was down to fuck. It’s horrifying how predictably horny university boys are.”
Rix and Essie make matching icked-out faces. “That’s awful.”
“Right?” I point my fork at my friends. “There are guys out there capable of a meaningful connection and know where to locate a fucking clitoris.”
“Women know where the clitoris is,” notes Rainbow, our server, as she tops up my coffee.
“I wish I was attracted to vaginas and not peens.” I sigh.
“Peens are fun.” Rix bounces a little in her seat.
I keep my cucumber comment to myself.
“So fun.” Essie looks all dreamy.
They each have a Stiles brother who is wholly dedicated to their happiness and their vagina. I hang out with the youngest Stiles brother, but we are one-hundred-percent platonic, and he’s woefully obsessed with my friend Enid.
Rainbow finishes filling the coffees, humming to herself, and then flounces to the next table.
My rant continues. “I spent all of first year holding out because I wanted it to be with the right person, but it’s three-point-five years later and I’m still searching for someone to give my V-Card to! But it’s about more than sex,” I admit. “Sure, I want my first time to be great, and not some lackluster wah-wah experience with a guy who’s afraid of intimacy and needs a map and written directions to find my hot button. But I want my person. Someone I can hang out and cuddle with.” I envy the women I’m with because they all have their person. Even some of my university friends have serious boyfriends. I want someone to love, who loves me back.