So over you

Kate Meader

Book - 2018

After an injury derails her own hockey dreams, Olympic Silver Medalist and former NCAA player Isobel Chase takes a position as a skating consultant to her late father's franchise, which she believes is a perfect fit until she meets left-winger Vadim Petrov, who failed to satisfy her once but who is determined to satisfy her now.

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Romance fiction
Published
New York, New York : Pocket Books 2018.
Language
English
Main Author
Kate Meader (author)
Edition
First Pocket Books paperback edition
Physical Description
374 pages ; 18 cm
ISBN
9781501180897
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Review by Booklist Review

Things heat up on the ice in Meader's latest installment of the Chicago Rebels series (Irresistible You, 2017). Isobel Chase is hockey royalty. She's an Olympic medalist, co-owner of the Chicago Rebels, and daughter to America's own version of Gretzky, Clifford Chase. Her life sounds perfect, except for one tiny problem. Isobel's career-ending injury during her first professional game took away the only passion she had, and now she's left coaching for the Rebels. And her latest pupil is her toughest. Vadim Petrov is one of the hottest NHL stars on and off the ice. Something as trivial as a knee injury won't bring him down. Except for Isobel. She skated into his heart as a teenager and never left. As old feelings return, the two must make a decision: remain as coach and player, or become more? Isobel and Vadim's chemistry is off the charts, and Meader's engaging details of hockey and Chicago pull you further into their world. Even nonhockey fans will be rooting for the Rebels by the last page.--Dittmeier, Amy Copyright 2017 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Meader serves up a delicious mix of sports, sexy romance, and complicated, captivating characters with her second Chicago Rebels hockey contemporary (after Irresistible You). Hockey has always been Isobel Chase's life, first as the daughter of Clifford Chase-the late hockey legend, Rebels owner, and all-around jerk-and then in her own right, though her career ended with a skate blade to the skull in her first professional game. Now she's running the Rebels with her sisters and trying to avoid her team's newest recruit, Vadim Petrov. Isobel has a checkered past with the gorgeous, brooding Russian. Her father blackballed him from the NHL to keep him away from Isobel, and Vadim still resents it. Isobel also still remembers her first sexual experience, in which Vadim failed to satisfy her. As they reconnect, he vows to do better this time around. Meader's erotic scenes could melt ice, and her complex protagonists will keep readers eagerly turning pages. (Dec.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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So Over You PROLOGUE Hockey is not for pussies. Technically, it's defined as a sport. Words like play and game get thrown around liberally to shield its true nature: hockey is warfare with water breaks. In the rink, you have over two thousand pounds of brute force clashing with whittled clubs, a rubber disc that could crush a larynx, and knives attached to feet. Let's not pretend there's anything civilized going on here. --Clifford Chase, three-time Stanley Cup winner, NHL Hall of Famer, and all-around asshole Sold out. The arena was freakin' sold out. On jellied legs, Isobel Chase skated to the face-off circle at the center of the rink in the Bayside Arena, home of the Buffalo Betties. The puck hadn't even dropped yet, but the raucous crowd of twenty thousand was already on its feet in anticipation of history about to be made. The inaugural game of the National Women's Hockey League, playing to a sold-out stadium, and she was here! On this night of firsts, Isobel would continue her storied career. Winner of the Patty Kazmaier Award for best NCAA player, last captain standing after the Frozen Four, silver medalist for Team USA . . . She could go on, but she had a professional fucking hockey game to win. Melissande Cordet, the famed Canadian power forward and the only woman to get called up for a game in the NHL, hovered, ready to do the ceremonial drop. They'd chitchatted before the game and posed for photos while Cordet told Isobel how far women's hockey had come. How Isobel and her fellow athletes were blazing a trail. Come back to me with that BS, Mel, when there isn't a salary cap of $270K on each team in the women's league. Yeah, yeah, Isobel got it. Baby steps. Until they could prove their worth with decent attendance figures, TV broadcast deals, and feminine hygiene product sponsorships, the Great Experiment would continue. "Ready to make history?" Cordet asked in a voice liltingly inflected with her French Canadian accent. Isobel remained still, her left hand choking her stick, her body bowed and tipped toward her opposite, Jen Grady, the captain of the Montreal Mavens. They'd roomed at Harvard together, skated to glory at the Games together, but that meant jack shit now. Tonight Isobel would be the first to touch the puck. Drop, sweep, flick, chop--all viable strategies to win a face-off. Every day since he'd plopped her on the ice at the age of three, her father, Clifford Chase, had drilled into her the same advice. Know your enemy. Know what they're going to do before they've even thought it. Grady liked to go for the crisp slice, so chopping her stick would be Isobel's best move. The old man was on his feet somewhere in the stands, though with his wealth and renown, he could have easily landed an entire box to himself. Wanting to feel the crowd, that pulsing, living thing as it rose and fell with the team's fortunes, he'd bought a Buffalo Betties cap and planted himself in the thick of it. When women go pro, you'll be first on the line, Izzy. It's why I'm harder on you than I am on the boys. It's for your own good. The boys, meaning the pro players on the Chicago Rebels, the NHL team her father owned and ruled with an iron fist. Substitute sons, they were sporadically successful, which only served to place more pressure on Isobel's shoulders. She inched those shoulders forward. The puck dropped. Grady touched it first. The night went downhill from there . Excerpted from So over You by Kate Meader All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.