Mister Hockey: Hellions Angels #1 by Lia Riley

Mister Hockey: Hellions Angels #1 by Lia Riley

I see a title from Lia Riley and I’m in. This first book in her Hellions Angels series is full of what she does best: heat, humor and heart. Please read on for my review, an excerpt, check out the tour stops to see what other readers think and be sure to enter the tour-wide giveaway where Avon is giving away Three Print copies of the title.  But first

Mister Hockey

Breezy Angel is a librarian with a big heart, a great sense of humor and a huge collection of uber fangirl items picturing her favorite hockey player and captain of the local team. She’s also suffered from the feeling of never being “enough” when compared to her beautiful, petite and successful older sister Neve. She’s always felt as if her choices (and her figure) are a disappointment, and while she’ll always choose a book over every activity but a hockey game, she can’t seem to connect with her mother otherwise.

Jed West is the captain of the team: handsome, hardworking and having just had back to back winning seasons, he’s reached a fork in his own path. See, in game seven of the finals he took a stick to the head, and has been experiencing some double vision and blurriness since then.  With an older brother now suffering concussion related issues – he’s certainly got plenty to think about. And then, when in the midst of an interview with Neve Angel, a sportscaster, he agrees to step in to a guest appearance for a children’s reading challenge at Breezy’s library.

So, the relationship and connection between Breezy and Jed was quick: super fast. And she’d discovered the man behind the fantasy superstar she dreamed of regularly – so sharing her fangirl status was just TOO weird. But Jed was truly a nice guy – interested in her, her life and her feelings He loved her humor and good nature, her warmth and openness, and even finds her crazy and outspoken grandmother amusing.  Sure, there were moments that were completely silly – and others that seemed to skip the ABC of getting to know you as they got to know one another, but each had what the other needed, two halves that fit well together.

With plenty of steam (and ooh baby the steam) and a moment where Jed shows that he’s not always thoughtful, but can realize a mistake when he makes one, the story packed plenty of heart and most importantly, presented both Breezy and Jed with people who saw them as people, not celebrities, not sisters who never feel good enough, and most of all,  as someone they want to spend more time with.


Mister Hockey: Hellions Angels #1 by Lia Riley

Title: Mister Hockey
Author: Lia Riley
Series: Hellions Angels #1
Also in this series: Head Coach, Virgin Territory
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published by: Avon Impulse
ISBN: 0062662465
Published on: 11 July, 2017
Source: Publisher Via Edelweiss
Pages: 240
Rated: four-stars
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Her biggest fantasy is about to become a reality. . .

Jed West is Mr. Hockey. The captain of the NHL’s latest winning team, the Denver Hellions–and the hottest player on the ice—at least according to every magazine. .and Breezy Angel. Breezy has been drooling over Jed at games for years, and he plays a starring role in her most toe-curling fantasies. But dirty dreams don’t come true, right?

Then Jed saunters through the doors of her library, a last minute special guest for a summer reading event, and not only is he drop dead gorgeous up close, his personality is straight up swoon-worthy. He even comes to the rescue when she has an R-rated “Super Book Worm” costume malfunction. But when he mistakenly assumes she’s more into books than pucks, she’s too flustered to correct his mistake. And then comes a big kiss, followed by a teensy-tiny problem. Jed’s dating policy is simple: Never date a fan.

So what’s a fangirl going to have to do to convince her ultimate crush that he’s become less of a perfect fantasy, and more like the perfect man. . .for her?

A copy of this title was provided via Publisher Via Edelweiss for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.



Jed West’s stomach curdled faster than overheated hollandaise sauce as he squinted at the menu for Zachary’s, Denver’s most popular all-day breakfast hangout. Ghost-like shadows haunted the specials list, blurring the descriptions for peanut butter French toast, country fried steak benedict and sweet potato pancakes.  Ah, shit. Not fucking now. There went the prices too–the dollar signs and numbers blurring until barely legible.

No point blinking. He knew the drill. Jaw tight, he reached for his orange juice, took a swig and waited. Short bouts of double vision had dogged him ever since Game Seven, the pattern the same. After a minute or two, his focus would snap back to normal as if nothing had happened. Until then, he needed to follow one of coach’s favorite axioms: “Suck it up, Buttercup.”

Who cared about the damn menu anyway? He pushed it to one side, having already ordered the “Manwich”, chorizo and eggs smashed between a jalapeno cheddar biscuit–the kind of breakfast that wanted to kill you in the best kind of ways–and crunched ice. Too bad the cubes didn’t pass on their chill, because this. . .situation for lack of a better word, was getting under his skin and it shouldn’t.

No–Scratch that. It couldn’t.

Unexplained double vision wasn’t a walk in the park, but facts were facts. And the ugly truth was that if he didn’t quit batting his lashes like Scarlett O’Hara with a fly in her skirt, The Post’s toughest sports columnist would glance up from across the table, mistake his tic for a cheesedick wink, and go Lord of the Flies on his nut sack.

At least for the moment, Neve Angel was occupied. She hunched over her digital voice recorder, dark bangs obscuring her sharp gaze as she fiddled with the control settings. Her lips moved to the upbeat Buddy Holly song piping over the sound system while she plucked a mic from her messenger bag. His vision came back online in time for him to read the orange button pinned to the front.

Had a Ball at The Rock Creek Testicle Festival.

Christ, looked to be an authentic souvenir too.

Slamming his knees together, he forced a grin, the one that had potential endorsements lined up around the block, eager for him to shill everything from vitamin infused coconut water to shaving cream. He unwrapped the paper napkin from around the fork and knife, and began tearing the corner into neat strips.

No doubt the eye thing was fatigue-related, an inevitable toll from the grueling NHL season and subsequent hard-fought playoffs. Everything would be all right in the end. If it wasn’t all right, it wasn’t the end.

“You plan on telling me what’s up with Mount Napkin Shreds?” Neve leaned her elbows on the recycled wood tabletop, a signal they were shifting into interview mode. Her brows arched beneath her thick-cut bangs. “Nervous about being in the hot seat, princess?”

“Yeah, terrified,” he answered laconically, not missing a beat. Hiding his true feelings behind a mask of confidence was a reflex; it came with the territory of having the “C” stitched on the front of his jersey. A good captain never showed fear to an opponent. “A jackal’s bark is worse then it’s bite.”

“Jackal? Don’t tell me you’re using Gunnarisms now.” She rolled her eyes. “And I’d so wanted to enjoy my bagel without gagging.”

The Hellions Head Coach, Tor Gunnar, had a reputation for dismissing the press as “jackals.” He fostered a tense relationship with journalists, in particular, the tiny woman sitting opposite. Neve had run a piece on his divorce a few years ago. He retaliated by refusing to call on her during press conferences. Neve hit back with increasingly critical op-eds. Their mutual enmity had devolved to the stuff of local legend.


About Lia Riley

After studying at the University of Montana-Missoula, Lia Riley scoured the world armed only with a backpack, overconfidence and a terrible sense of direction. She counts shooting vodka with a Ukranian mechanic in Antarctica, sipping yerba mate with gauchos in Chile and swilling fourex with stationhands in Outback Australia among her accomplishments.

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