{"id":261025,"date":"2026-07-13T18:04:15","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:04:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fresh-ice-riley-bauer\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T18:04:15","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:04:15","slug":"fresh-ice-riley-bauer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fresh-ice-riley-bauer\/","title":{"rendered":"Fresh Ice – Riley Bauer"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Tracking. Where you are. How close. What you are looking at.\u201d I\u2019m pacing. I\u2019m talking with my hands, which I do when I\u2019m nervous, except I\u2019m never nervous. \u201cAnd the thing is, I am good at this. I am good at people. I\u2019m good at knowing what to say, how to make someone feel seen. That\u2019s my whole… And with you I can\u2019t get any of it to work because you see through all of it and that should make me want to stop but it makes me want to…<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know. It makes me want to be in the room with you more. Which doesn\u2019t make sense because you barely talk and you definitely don\u2019t give me the easy warmth back and I should find that frustrating but I find it…\u201d I stop. I\u2019m standing in the middle of the room. Avi is still by the door. He hasn\u2019t moved. His face is completely still, his eyes on me, and I cannot read him at all, which is its own kind of terrifying because I can read everyone.<\/p>\n

\u201cIn San Francisco,\u201d I say. \u201cThat night. In the hotel room. You said…\u201d I stop again. My heart is going fast. I can feel it in my throat. \u201cDid you tell me you were gay that night? Or did I imagine it?\u201d The room is very quiet. The AC hums. A door closes somewhere down the hall. Avi is looking at me and I am looking at him and the question is just sitting there between us, taking up all the air.<\/p>\n

He looks down. At the book in his hand. At the floor. He looks back up at me, pauses for a beat. He nods and looks away. One nod. Small. The most guarded man I\u2019ve ever met just confirmed the most unguarded thing he\u2019s ever said, sober, in a lit room, to me. And I understand what that cost him. I understand it because of the way he\u2019s not looking at me right now, the way his jaw is set, the way his hand has tightened on the book.<\/p>\n

He just handed me a thing he\u2019s been carrying and he did it without a single word and he is standing there waiting to find out what I do with it. I should stop talking. I should be still and quiet and let him know that this is safe. Instead I keep talking.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Riley Bauer All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except for brief quotations in reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.<\/p>\n

ISBN: 978-1-968214-07-4 Cover design by AEA Cover Designs Edited by Willow Ink Editing This book contains sexually explicit content and is intended for readers 18 years of age and older. OceanofPDF.com Blurbs A sunshine center who’s never wanted a man before. A grumpy, closeted captain who hasn’t let anyone in for a decade. Co-captains. Teammates. A slow burn neither of them saw coming.<\/p>\n

Ryan Asher has always been the sunshine in every locker room. The teammate who learns your name first, remembers your coffee order, and makes the room warmer just by showing up. Signed to the Atlanta Firebirds after a divorce he’s still pretending didn’t break him, Ash is chasing the fresh start he needs. New city. New team.<\/p>\n

New ice. He’s fine; he’s always fine. But from the very first phone call with his co-captain, something he can’t explain takes hold. Because Ash has never wanted a man before. And Antero Ikonen (six-five, Finnish, and devastating in his silence) is unraveling everything Ash thought he knew about himself. This isn’t just attraction. It’s a bi-awakening he never saw coming.<\/p>\n

Antero “Avi” Ikonen hasn’t let anyone close in a decade. Fifteen years closeted in professional hockey. A secret relationship with a teammate years ago that ended in a fight on a highlight reel. A trade from Philadelphia that felt less like a roster move and more like being thrown away. Avi has learned exactly one lesson: caring about someone gives them the power to destroy you. As captain of an expansion team built from castoffs and rookies, his job is to lead, not to fall for the too-warm center who texts at midnight, stays late after team dinners, and somehow keeps finding doors in walls Avi didn’t know existed.<\/p>\n

He falls first. He falls quiet. And he can’t stop. Except Ash doesn’t stop showing up. And Avi doesn’t stop letting him in. What begins as forced proximity between co-captains becomes something neither of them can deny. Stolen hours on road trips, a drunk confession in a dark hotel room, a first kiss that rewrites everything. Their slow burn ignites behind closed doors while the team they’re building starts to feel like the found family neither of them has had before.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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