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Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Cover Reveal: Vegas Sidewinders: Dominic by Kat Mizera

 
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Las Vegas Sidewinders
by Kat Mizera
Books 1-3
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Sports

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Dom Gianni takes a lot of punishment in the hockey rink,
 
but when he sees Molly McCarran getting beaten up by her husband,
 
he’s ready to throw down his gloves and fight for her.
 
But Molly isn’t about to trust another man
—and Dom is already skating on thin ice with his NHL-
mandated probation.
 
Besides, how could a hotshot player like Dom really care about a woman so much older than him?
 
Then a kidnapping changes everything.
 
If Molly can’t believe in Dom, and if he can’t dig deep to save her, it might be the final buzzer for both of them.


EXCERPT:


“What did they say?” Dom asked, reaching for Molly and pulling her close.
She rested her head against his chest, breathing in his after shave and snuggling close. “It doesn’t matter,” she said softly. “It was actually a backhanded compliment, that I’m prettier than she thought I’d be or something.” She tried to chuckle but it sounded more like a sniffle. “I guess I didn’t think they’d be gossiping about me before they even saw us together.”
“Honey, people talk.”
“If people are already talking, and the media gets hold of it, Tim is going to find me sooner rather than later.”
“I don’t think we’ve reached the media with our relationship yet,” he gave her a small grin. “But if one of the wives heard about you, then Suze or Andra or Tiff told someone they thought they could trust, and the NHL wives’ pipeline is better than the CIA.”
“Great.” She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Molly, don’t you trust me?” He looked uncomfortable standing in front of her and she glanced up at him with a frown.
“What do you mean?”
“Someone hurt your feelings and you turned to Toli instead of me. Why?”
“I didn’t turn to Toli!” She got up quickly and reached for him, hating that he would even consider that idea. “He saw me leave and followed me when I didn’t come back down. I’m just trying to protect you—I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me!”
"So you don’t trust me not to lose my temper.” He was hurt.
“No!” She sighed, taking a deep breath and then blowing it out. “I’m not explaining myself very well. It’s just that you’ve done so much for me—I don’t want you to see someone hurting me and get into trouble by standing up for me. You just got clearance from the NHL—the last thing you need is to pick a fight with another player because his wife is immature and doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut. You’re too important to me.”
He gazed at her steadily, his dark eyes boring into her bright green ones. He knew she wasn’t afraid of him, but she was still afraid of what he might do to someone else. He didn’t know why that bothered him so much, but it did. He’d made so much progress, yet even the woman he loved didn’t trust him completely.
“Dom, what are you thinking?” She touched his face. “Tell me.”
“You’re afraid of what I might do.” He spoke flatly, looking away.
“No! You’re supposed to want to protect me, aren’t you? Isn’t that what you’ve been telling me? You’ve spent all summer telling me to trust you to protect me—and I do! But that should go both ways! I don’t want you to get into trouble over something so trivial! If it was Tim trying to hurt me, that would be different, but you’ve worked so hard this summer—I don’t want our love to be the reason you start off on the wrong foot with your new team.” She paused, practically holding her breath as he looked back at her.
“Are we in love?” he asked.
“You have to ask?” She was taken aback. “I mean, I thought we were, but we never actually talked about it…” Her voice trailed off. “If that’s not how you feel—”
“How I feel? I told you once, and have shown you repeatedly, but you’ve never said it! And you spend so much time with Toli…” He felt uncertain with a woman for the first time in his life. “I’m really not sure how you feel, Molly.”
“You’re not?” She asked in a tiny voice. She ran her hands up his chest and then wrapped them around his neck. “Really? You can’t tell that I’m crazy about you? That I’m constantly terrified that I’m going to wake up and find out that you just want to be friends? That I’m too old for you? That I can’t give you kids? I have nothing to offer you—but you’re still here. How could I not love you?”
“Then tell me!” he nearly growled at her, pulling her up against him.

About Kat Mizera


Kat Mizera is a South Florida native. Born in Miami Beach with a healthy dose of wanderlust, she’s called Los Angeles, Long Island, upstate New York, Massachusetts, New Hampshire and Atlanta home. She’s never been able to pick which locale is her favorite, but if pressed, she’d probably choose the west coast.

Kat’s a typical PTA mom with a wonderful and supportive husband (Kevin) and two amazing boys (Nick and Max). When she’s not writing, she’s either scrapbooking or indulging in her second love (after writing) – traveling. Greece is one of her favorite places in the world. She loves that Athens is a big city with a small-town feel. The food, beaches and culture keep her going back as often as possible. She hopes to retire there one day so she can spend her days writing books on the beach.

Kat has been a working freelance writer for nearly 30 years. She sold her first article–a review of a rock concert–for $10 in 1985. Since then she’s been an entertainment journalist, waitress, bartender, legal assistant, food critic, magazine editor, substitute teacher, and sports writer. She also spent some time working at A & M Records in Los Angeles.

As you can guess from her first series, the Las Vegas Sidewinders, Kat loves hockey. She is also a freelance hockey writer, covering her favorite team, the Florida Panthers, and any other teams that have an interesting story. The rest of the time, she writes novels: sexy, romantic fiction that she hopes makes you as happy as it makes her. There’s something enticing about hockey players and romance…




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