Breakaway – A Amanda

He continued his lesson, scrawling groups of letters onto my flesh. LW, RW C, D, D in mirrored patterns on either side of the dark line he’d drawn horizontally across the middle of my tummy. Once he was finished, he placed a kiss on my belly button and said, “Center ice.” He shot me a sweet smile and the excitement in his eyes made it difficult to breathe.

I liked his relaxed countenance, and how it bled into everything we’d done tonight. We were natural, and it made the last thirteen years of my life settle like a brick inside my chest. I’d wasted so much time, so much of myself. I blinked a few times, willing the sudden rush of emotion away.

I leaned onto one elbow as I pointed to the letter C. “You play center.” He nodded. Pleased, he said, “Yes…” He pointed to the other letters explaining, “Left wing, right wing, and the center, we’re all forwards, and these guys…” He circled the letter D and I squirmed. His chuckle made me laugh.

“You’re ticklish… I’ll have to remember that.” A shuddered breath exhaled from my lungs at the promise. “Right wings are in charge of the right side of the rink and –” “The Left wing is in charge of the left… simple enough.” “Not always, sometimes I play a lot of defense, too, and sometimes the D-men play offensively and score goals.”

My brows pulled together. “This hurts my brain.” Mark’s head fell forward as he barked out a laugh. “Says the accountant…” “Math is easy. Math I get. Penalties, power plays, hat-thingies… I’m going to need a tutor.” “Good thing your boyfriend’s a hockey player.” Boyfriend. Is that what this was already? I was too green and maybe my confusion was too readily available in my expression because Mark’s smile faltered. “You know what I mean.” He recovered his smile, and I chewed the corner of my lip as he stared at my stomach.

“The basics, Stevie, get the puck in the net, light the lamp, and do it more than the other guys.” He ran a line from the letter C all the way to the goal crease below my breast. I lay back, sinking into the pillow, and averted my eyes to the ceiling. Here I was, lying naked in a bed with a man I’d been pretty damn intimate with, and all I could think was how stupid I was for liking that word.

Boyfriend.

Copyright © 2017 by A.M. Johnson Except the original material written by the author, all songs, and song titles contained in this book are the property of the respective songwriters and copyright holders. The author concedes to the trademarked status and trademark owners of the products and franchises mentioned in this fiction novel and recognizes that they have been used without permission.

The use and publication of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is entirely coincidental. Editing and Formatting by Elaine York, Allusion Graphics, LLC/Publishing & Book Formatting Proofreading by Payne Proofing Cover Design is Bex Harper Designs 1kitap1.com/en Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Epilogue Acknowledgements Playlist About the Author Other Books by A.M.

Johnson 1kitap1.com/en To those who dream… find what gives you passion, light that match and ignite your soul. 1kitap1.com/en For Kathleen Head Coach Extraordinaire. 1kitap1.com/en “Risk something, or forever sit with your dreams.” Herb Brooks 1kitap1.com/en Breakaway (Ice hockey) Definition: When an offensive player has no defensive players between himself and the goalie, therefore, giving him a chance to skate and shoot the puck at will.

Usually, a lapse in the opposing team’s defense. 1kitap1.com/en The familiar sounds of the game, the whistle, the roaring crowd, the jeers, they should’ve been enough to haul my ass out of this bar. But I kept my nose down and my eyes on the half-empty pint of beer as the commentators tore us apart from the safety of the big screen television hanging to the left of where I sat. Their perfect run-down of our epic fuck-up was almost verbatim, as if Coach sent them a script of how he chewed us out in the locker room while we watched tonight’s game tape.

Home game. Opening night. We’d had our asses handed to us. Four to one. At least I made that goal.

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.

Book Information

• Unique ID: d1345ae3cfdcf957
• File Extension: .pdf
• File Size: 2,594,112 bytes (2.474 MB)
• Title: –
• Author: Unknown
• Pages: 265
• Language: English (en)

Reading & Word Statistics

• Estimated Reading Time: 454.62 minutes
• Total Words: 90,925
• Total Characters: 481,928
• Average Words per Page: 343.11
• Average Characters per Page: 1818.6

Most Frequent Words

i’d (482), eyes (391), like (368), mark (306), stevie (289), back (288), smile (247), i’m (243), said (224), hand (220), lips (220), didn’t (216), time (199), head (198), one (196), wanted (196), way (187), get (168), know (168), it’s (165), made (154), ben (153), want (148), let (141), never (141), asked (140), fingers (137), don’t (136), wasn’t (136), you’re (129), face (129), think (129), right (128), away (128), much (124), around (124), good (124), game (120), fucking (120), took (117), shit (117), myself (116), breath (114), he’d (114), hair (114), mine (114), hands (114), against (109), last (106), mouth (106), night (105), even (103), long (103), she’d (103), voice (101), hadn’t (101), hockey (97), every (96), bryson (96), across (95), room (95), pulled (95), left (94), felt (94), thought (93), first (93), phone (91), chest (91), between (90), feel (90), laughed (88), little (87), turned (87), laugh (84), reagan (84), going (82), side (82), maybe (82), something (81), always (81), body (81), i’ll (81), door (81), two (80), home (80), thing (80), fuck (79), skin (79), got (79), mark’s (79), held (78), heart (78), inside (77), told (75), he’s (75), almost (74), sure (74), couldn’t (73), life (72), everything (70).

PDF Download