Lana's Winger

Lana

The universe is having fun at my expense.

There’s no other way to explain my crazy reaction to the hot hockey player. He’s tall, dark, and drop dead gorgeous. He’s also wreaking havoc on my nervous system.

When I agreed to take my brother’s new business partner out to dinner, I figured it would be just like any other boring business meeting. Then Jensen Sparks walks in the door and changes everything. There’s no denying our attraction—it sizzles from the moment our hands touch and I know that my rules of never mixing business with pleasure just flew right out the freaking window.

What we wanted: professional athletes. What we got: stick-wielding madmen who look good in TEAM COLORS, play hard, and love harder. It's a good thing this is Silver Spoon Falls because these hunky hockey players fit right in.

Welcome the Falcons to the roster! These over-the-top athletes are about the play the most important game of all: the game of love. And the sassy, curvy women of Silver Spoon Falls have no intention of going down without a fight. Let the games begin!

We hope you'll join us as we introduce you guys to even more of the men and women who call Silver Spoon Falls home in the Silver Spoon Falls series, the Silver Spoon Underworld series and the Silver Spoon Falls Falcons series.

I can’t believe I agreed to spend one of my only two nights off with my new goddamn business partner. Fucking hell. I push open the restaurant door and feel the warm air blast against my face. “I’m meeting Zane Costa,” I tell the hostess. Since the team had a game in Seattle last night, I decided to kill two birds with one stone and arranged to meet my new business partner while I’m in town. Hopefully, we can iron out the last-minute details so I can get my mind back on hockey.
“Follow me, please.” She gives me a professional smile and heads through the darkened restaurant as I follow behind her. When she stops at a table in the back, I blink several times, staring down at the most stunning fucking woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Her dark blonde hair hangs in curls around her delicate, heart-shaped face, tempting me to wrap my hands in the thick curls and hold on tight while I pound into her from behind. My cock turns to stone as I consider blowing off my business meeting for a night with her instead.
“You’ve made a mistake.” But I’ll happily have dinner with this goddess instead of the boring ass lawyer any day.
Before the hostess is able to respond, the goddess tells me, “There’s no mistake, Mr. Sparks. My brother couldn’t make it tonight, and he didn’t want to cancel last minute since you’re only in town for a couple nights.” Then she stands and holds out her hand to me. “So, I’m here in his place. I’m Lana Costa, Zane’s law partner.”
As our palms meet, my heart jumps in my chest while my cock nearly tears a hole through the front of my dress pants. As I stare down into her violet eyes, I notice specks of gold running around her irises and wonder if she’s real. Maybe I’ve taken a few too many hits on the ice and my mind is conjuring up my perfect woman.
She stares at me with a raised eyebrow, and I give my head a shake before reaching for her hand. “Nice to meet you.” The manners my mother drilled into my brain over the years kick in as I bring her hand to my lips. The air around us heats, and I fight to resist the urge to throw her over my shoulder and get the fuck out of this stuffy ass restaurant. I’m not sure where these insane feelings are coming from, but I can’t seem to control the fuckers.
In an attempt to get my fucking body under control, I sit down and take a healthy swig of the ice-cold water on the table in front of me. When the waiter appears, I order a strong drink. I don’t usually drink alcohol during the hockey season, but I figure finding the love of my life is a good enough reason to make an exception.
Once the waiter leaves, my goddess turns to me. “Zane tells me you own several apartment buildings in Silver Spoon Falls.” Her fake professional smile causes my back teeth to snap together as I picture all the ways I could wipe the smile from her face. I’d start with fucking her sweet pussy until we’re both too tired to do anything. My cock loves my idea and urges me on.
I ignore the fucker and pull my head out of my ass. “Yes,” I answer, telling myself I’ll let my goddess have her small talk until I figure out how to handle this crazy situation. I’ve never had the urge to knock up a business acquaintance before. “My hockey career won’t last forever.” Boy, is that an understatement. It feels like every game takes an even bigger toll on my thirty-six-year-old body, and I’ve found something that I want way the fuck more than playing hockey.
I see desire flash through her violet eyes a second before she masks it. “That’s a very smart attitude to have.” The professional wall she’s attempting to throw up between us is intolerable to me, so I reach across the table and cover her hand with mine.
“Thank you.” I smile and bring her soft hand to my lips. “Why don’t you tell me about yourself.” I want to fucking know everything there is to know about my future wife.