Game-MisconductSometimes when you shop from the shelf of someone on Goodreads you go to that shelf and hit 99% out of the park and then you will find a real kuso debu there.

What the hell did I just try to read? It was convoluted and complete crap.

First of all… Max loves Oriana, but he has this real bad kink where he gets off on watching people get off. As much as he wants her… he wants her with other people more. He is a player on the Dartmouth Cobras, a terrible hockey team that can’t make dickall happen on the ice. Supposedly he’s a Dom but he can’t even manage to say no when someone asks him if he wants coffee and make it sound convincing. Max lives with four other Cobras. I’d tell you their names but other than Mason and whatever the hell the custard chucker with the stiffy for making Oriana feel like bum butter is… they all sort of blend together into guy soup that I can’t tell apart. Now Mason, who is a real Dom, and Custard Chucker, who is supposed to be a Dom but is just a real forceful dildocio, and Max are in this trifecta of Oriana Hell; they all want her.

Oriana is a simple tart in the beginning and she wishes only to humiliate her father who owns the Cobras. But after Max waves some magic libido scent in front of her and she gets the scent of multiple pork swords suddenly she wants them all! But she also considers herself Max’s alone. AND then five minutes later she wants Custard Chucker with an unquenchable something or other and Mason with an un-whateverable whatever her moistness moistens for whoever is left and she is their blah, blah, yadda.

This is a ridiculous book and I stopped caring when it became clear that the hero was actually no one imparticular since I couldn’t figure out who was who and Oriana was sort of like that toy where there are all these different holes and you just shove things in them from all angles. These boys filled her and put toy Oriana aside in some room when they were done. Sometimes they’d invite neighbors to put things in it. Sometimes they’d lose her for a while and forget about her completely. Oriana is the strange combination of a Fisher Price toy, family pet, angsty teenager, bodily fluid receptacle, and Stanley Cup Trophy put together–no offense to Lord Stanley or his dear lauded cup.

There is no substance to this book, which is why I couldn’t even finish it… to be fair I didn’t get more than 25% or so in. The “will she, should she, is she, can she” of the first few pages was so drawn out that it went beyond the definition of anticipation to procrastination and then to avoidance. Personally, I think this book would have served to have cut out the majority of the BS and been a short story. Perhaps even then it might have been too long since really the synopsis is more than likely the best this story has ever been told.

And again… sorry Lord Stanley. Perhaps I should have said Conn-Smythe but that is MVP and there are far too many men with their hockey sticks in this woman’s net too pick one player and none of them have any value.



Game-Misconduct-ResizeGame Misconduct Synopsis:

The game has always cast a shadow over Oriana Delgado’s life. She should hate the game. But she doesn’t. The passion and the energy of the sport is part of her. But so is the urge to drop the role of the Dartmouth Cobra owner’s ‘good daughter’ and find a less…conventional one.

Playmaker, Max Perron, never expected a woman to accept him and his twisted desires. Oriana came close, but he wasn’t surprised when she walked away. A girl like her needs normal. Which he can’t give her. He’s too much of a team player, and not just on the ice.

But then Oriana’s father goes too far in trying to control her and she decides to use exposure as blackmail. Just the implication of her spending the night with the Cobra’s finest should get her father to back off.

Turns out a team player is exactly what she needs.


This ebook contains material not suitable for readers under 18. In also contains scenes that some may find objectionable, including BDSM, ménage sex, bondage, anal sex, sex toys, double penetration, voyeurism, edge play, and hockey equipment being used inappropriately.

This ebook contains a complimentary sneak peek at the next Dartmouth Cobras book, Defensive Zone, a short excerpt from The Dom Who Loved Me by Lexi Blake, and a short excerpt from Eliza Gayle’s Midnight Playground.


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Game Misconduct Excerpt:

A little wiggle and Sloan was instantly awake. His dick stirred and thickened when a hand passed over it. He groaned, then grinned when Oriana giggled. Eager little minx.

Her gaze led his down. Both her hands were on his bare chest.

Sloan sat up and shoved Max’s big hand off his thigh. “What the hell, man!”

Grumbling something incoherent, Max rolled over and resumed snoring.

Oriana laughed. “I didn’t know you two were so close. Maybe I should give you some privacy?”

Sloan chuckled. “Get over here.”

He clamped his hands around the nape of her neck, pulled her up, and brought his lips down hard. Her tongue flicked out, and she gasped when he caught it with his teeth. He gently tugged and sucked until breathy little whimpers filled his mouth with her hot breath.

“I think I need to remind you what team I play for.”

The way she clung to his hair, like she wanted to control how far and fast things would go, made him smile. He twisted out of her grip and pressed a kiss between her breasts.

“If you want me to stop, just say so.” He kissed the underside of one breast, just above where it sat atop her ribs. “Otherwise, hold on to the top of the mattress and don’t move.”

He could feel the pulse thrumming beneath his lips speed up.

“What happens if I move?”

“I’ll assume you don’t want me to take control. So I won’t. And I refuse to take you any other way.” He grazed her other breast with the day-old scruff on his chin. “You didn’t get off last time because you focused on the pleasure of the others and took none for yourself. I don’t play that way, babe.”

Her arms stretched over her head, then slid down to her sides.

One brow raised, he took a push-up position over her, his knees by her hips, and looked pointedly at her hands.

She looked pointedly at his cock. “You want me, Sloan.”

“That I do.” He sat up and put his hands on his thighs. “I want you to come in my mouth, I want you to come while Max and I fill you up—nice and slow—then I want you to come again when we both come deep inside you.”

“That sounds . . .” She shuddered, which was answer enough.

Then Max spoke up. “That sounds perfect.” He braced his elbow on the bed and his head on his hand. Then he patted the top of the mattress. “Come on, sugar. Do what the man says.”

Oriana’s eyes narrowed as she studied Max’s face, like she was looking for a sign of some sort. Waiting for him to take charge.

The heavy-lidded look Max gave her made Sloan laugh. “If you’re waiting for Perron to take the lead, you’ll be waiting all night, sweetheart.”

“Don’t push it, Callahan,” Max said.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll make you leave.”

A hand smacked over Sloan’s mouth before he could respond. Another covered Max’s. Oriana glared at them. “I’m ready.”

Her hands moved from their mouths and hooked to the top of the mattress. Her knuckles were white. Her whole body quivered like a plucked bowstring beneath him.

Sloan dropped his mouth to one plump breast. He kept his eyes on Max as he used his tongue to roll a hard little nipple against the roof of his mouth.

“Jesus.” Max inhaled and licked his lips. His hand hovered over his crotch, then gripped it as he pretended to adjust himself.

Sucking as much of Oriana’s breast into his mouth as he could, Sloan released it with a plop and circled the extended nipple with his tongue. “Your girlfriend’s tits taste salty from having all the men pressed against her after the game. Kinda nasty and erotic all at once.”

Max’s hand closed over his dick under the cotton of his boxers.

“I wonder how they would taste with cum all over them.” Sloan tilted his head in thought and licked around the jutted nub. “I’ve never tasted another man’s cum, but you have. You kissed her after T.J. came in her mouth.”

With a gruff sound in the back of his throat, Max freed his cock and started stroking it.

Oriana moaned. “Sloan, stop.”

Lifting his head, Sloan arched a brow. “If you’re sure . . .”

“That’s not what I meant.” She glanced at Max, and her cheeks turned a bright pink. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” Sloan slid his hand down her back and took a firm hold of her ass to press her soft belly against his hard dick. “Do you feel that?”

Her stomach muscles jumped. “Yes.”

He moved his hand down her thigh and hooked it under her knee to draw it over his hip. “All yours.”

Another whimper. Her nails scraped the mattress, and he felt her shift. She was going to move. And he’d have to follow through with his threat.

Which really sucked.

Clamping a hand over her wrists, Max fixed that little dilemma. “Don’t. I need to see his mouth on you. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d stop.”

Oriana hissed through her teeth. “Hold me, Max. Don’t let me go.”

That precious vulnerability again. God, Sloan loved it. He glanced at Max and caught the tenderness he felt reflected in the azure depths of his eyes.

“I’ll hold you, love.” He inclined his head at Sloan. “And I won’t let go unless you ask.”

“I won’t.”

Sloan cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed as he moved down, grazing her ribs with his teeth, nibbling her side when he found a sensitive spot that made her arch up and gasp. Lower still, he found another spot under the soft slope of her belly. A shudder passed right through her. She was already close.

Time to pull back a little.

“Has Max ever told you about the women we’ve shared?” He positioned himself on his side between her legs. Her thigh muscles tensed against his back, and he knew she didn’t like picturing them with other women. He stroked one hand down her side and pressed it to her belly. “Have you ever heard of DP?”

Her muscles flexed. “No.”

“Double penetration. Some consider it two men in a woman at once, one in her pussy.” He bowed his head so his breath teased her slick flesh. “The other in her ass.” He reached around and slid a finger along the tightened crevice of her butt. “But one woman taught us otherwise.”

“Sloan.” Max sat up but kept a firm hold on Oriana’s wrists. “She doesn’t need to hear this.”

“She might enjoy it. I won’t get graphic.” Sloan smirked at Max’s scowl and zig-zagged his fingers along her hip to the top of her mound. “Let’s just say we both fit snug inside her—” He slicked two fingers over her clit and dipped them into her slit. “Here.”

Oriana twisted her hips and shook her head. “No. I can’t. I couldn’t.”

Sloan dragged his fingers out, then drew a moist finger eight around her clit. “We didn’t enjoy it. Our balls squished together wasn’t as fun as it sounds.”

“Mmm.” Oriana sighed as he skimmed around her clit again. “I can’t imagine it would be.” She tongued her bottom lip. “But it must have been interesting to have your cocks rubbing together.”

Max sputtered. Sloan stared. Her impish grin made him laugh. He shook his head and pushed his fingers in until she squirmed against the press of his big knuckles.

“Never thought about it like that.” He rolled his eyes at Max when Oriana’s eyes fluttered shut. Hell, if it got her off, let her think what she wanted. “Then again, I never thought I’d see Max get so hard giving me something that could be his alone.”

The muscles of her pussy gripped his fingers, and her juices spilled around them. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked, conscious of Max watching.

“You know you belong to him now.” He gave her soft mound an open-mouthed kiss. “Which means he can give this pussy—” his slick fingers slipped between her ass cheeks and teased the little hole “—and this ass—” he flicked her clit with his tongue “—to anyone.”

“Oh.” Oriana opened her thighs a little and lifted up to him as he sucked her clit between his lips and dipped his fingers into her pussy. “Sloan. Max . . .”

Close. So close. Her pulse beat hard and fast around the thrust of his fingers. Sloan turned his hand so he could prod her rosette with his thumb. A bit of pressure and he filled her.

But she was holding back. Not intentionally, but she needed something more. Something he couldn’t give her.

“He’s right, my love.” Max pumped his cock slow, jaw clenched, holding out on his own pleasure. “I gave you to Vanek and Dominik and T.J. And now I’m giving you to Sloan.”

Oriana tensed and relaxed. “Why?”

“Honesty, right?”

They’d had a talk he hadn’t been privy to. He went still and waited on the outcome.

“Always.” Oriana bit her lip. “We agreed to one night, but this isn’t over, is it?”

“No.” Max released his dick and ran a finger down her cheek. “Honey, Sloan reads me better than anyone—that’s why we’re so good together on the ice. How do I explain this so it makes sense?” He looked at Sloan. Sloan shrugged. Damned if he knew. “When I’m on the ice, and I’ve got the puck, I like knowing I can take the shot—or that I can pass it off and let someone else put it in the net.”

“But not just anyone.” Oriana turned her head to lay her cheek on Max’s bare thigh. “‘Cause they might not get a goal.”

“Exactly.” Max bent down and kissed her, soft and sweet. Didn’t seem to fit the carnal act a threesome should be, but for some reason, it seemed right. “I love a girl who knows the game.”

“I know it.” Oriana hooked her ankles around the back of Sloan’s neck. “And I still want to play.”


Meet Bianca Sommerland:

Bianca Sommerland was born and raised in Montreal, Quebec. When not reading neurotically or writing as though the fate of the world rests on her keyboard, she is either watching hockey or teaching her daughters the beauty of a classic, steel pony while reminiscing about her days in Auto Body Mechanics.

Her time is balanced with utmost care between normal family life, and the internal paranormal realm where her characters reside. For the most part, she succeeds.


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