In Bauer’s deft hands, however, the full relationship arc is as intricate and compelling as the on-page hockey games in which the characters play, which had me equally riveted. They end up with the most tragic first kiss ever, followed almost immediately by the sort of impossible situation that only seems to work in fiction. Neither man expects the instant connection that develops into a real friendship, and the first days they spend together are as lovely as they are poignant-because a subtle sort of pining exists as an undercurrent of every interaction, and the inevitable conflict is about to rear its head. Overall, this is a story about soul mates, hockey style, with a fascinating twist on the forced proximity trope.ĭue to their positions in a relatively exclusive club, Bryce and Hunter were aware of each other before meeting in person. In fact, he also completely nails what appeals to me about this subgenre in a discussion between the two main characters about the game of hockey itself. Every book I’ve read by this author has been vastly different, but all have been fantastic, and Bauer brings that same storytelling skill to the hockey romance subgenre.
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