Confessions of a Former Puck Bunny by Cindi Madsen Excerpt Reveal with giveaway


Every addict has their relapse.


Taking Shots #4

Cindi Madsen

Releasing May 8th, 2017

Entangled Embrace

Confession #1:

I used to be a puck

bunny, but after a hockey player broke my heart, I gave up all things hockey.

Now I’m just focused on finding a way to pass my math class so I can graduate


Confession #2:

Ryder “Ox” Maddox’s

deep, sexy voice sends fuzzy tingles through my entire body, and I’m powerless

to stop it. Which is a big problem since the hot, surprisingly funny hockey player

is my new math tutor.

Confession #3:

I can’t stop

thinking about how ripped Ryder is from all his hockey training, and how fun

it’d be to cross lines with him.

Confession #4:

I kissed a hockey

player and I liked it.

Confession #5: If I’m not careful, I might relapse

and fall for Ryder, and then I’ll be totally pucked.  


thought turned to how strong he was. How much I’d like to see all those muscles

without a shirt in the way.


he’d counted off twenty-five, he stood and, as if he’d been reading my mind,

peeled off his shirt.


stared. Not subtly, either. Nope, totally unabashed, taking in every dip and

groove of his sweat-glistened skin.


we’re playing dirty,” he said, shooting his wadded shirt over to his bag. He grabbed my hand. “Last machine. I’m not sure you can handle it, though.”


not sure you can handle it.” As far

as comebacks went, not my best, but I mentioned he was shirtless and crazy

ripped, right?


sat down on the leg machine, the one where the seat reclined at a forty-five-degree angle, and then he lifted the weighted bar

that rested at shin-height with his legs.


reached for my hand, and since I’d already talked trash, I took it, even though

I was starting to think I wouldn’t be

able to handle it. He pulled me toward him, and I had no choice but to run my

shins into the weights or to straddle the machine. I chose straddling, but kept

space between us like I had earlier.


heart hammered against my rib cage, beating in time with his leg lifts, the

steady clink of the weights filling the air. Ryder’s eyes remained locked on

mine, and energy crackled in the air between us. He sat up enough to run his

hands up my thighs.


dart of heat shot through my core, and my breath lodged in my throat. Ryder’s

fingertips skimmed the skin between my pants and shirt and desire danced across

my nerve endings. Still our eyes remained

fixed on each other, and I wasn’t sure I was taking in oxygen anymore.


distant part of me whispered that if I didn’t stop this…whatever we were doing,

I’d be in trouble. But fighting my attraction to him was exhausting and the

ache that’d formed between my thighs grew more persistent, drowning out silly

things like common sense.


leaned over like I had before, my hands braced on either side of him. He lifted

the weights again, and then he brushed his lips against mine. Just a quick

slide of soft lips.


throat went completely dry. I pressed my palm flat against his stomach and

slowly slid it up, feeling his firm chest and the hammering of his heart, which

echoed mine.


gripped my hips and pulled me down to sit on his lap, eradicating the space

between us. He lifted the weights with his legs a few more times, each rep

bumping me tighter to him. Friction was definitely happening, and with each

lift, it became clearer and clearer how much it was affecting him as well.


tiniest whimper escaped my lips and he raised an eyebrow that added even more

smugness to the curve of his tempting mouth.


could play dirty. So I sank farther into his lap and he groaned.


course, all it did was give me dirty thoughts and turn me on that much more.


lifted his legs two more times, the movement shaky. He slowly ran his

fingertips up my arm, across my collarbone, up my neck, and then he reached

back and tugged my hair free of its ponytail.


drove his hand into my hair, cupped the back of my head, and for one torturous

moment, time stopped, both of us suspended right there on edge of crossing



Madsen is a USA Today bestselling author of

contemporary romance and young adult novels. She sits at her computer every

chance she gets, plotting, revising, and falling in love with her characters.

Sometimes it makes her a crazy person. Without it, she’d be even crazier. She

has way too many shoes, but can always find a reason to buy a pretty new pair,

especially if they’re sparkly, colorful, or super tall. She loves music and

dancing and wishes summer lasted all year long. She lives in Colorado (where

summer is most definitely NOT all year long) with her husband and three


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