Full Strength

Release date: 17 February 2014
Full StrengthAfter a bum knee ended her soccer days, Alexandra—Allie—Kallen has dedicated her life to helping injured athletes cope and get back in the game. As the new team sports psychologist of the Las Vegas Sinners, she starts out with just one player, but he’s a handful. Goalies are stubborn, and she would know. She’s determined to figure him out and return him to the net good as new, especially after she sent her last patient back to the ice too soon. The problem is, she sees so much of herself in Shane, and their chemistry is off the charts. Falling for him isn’t in the plan. Is love worth losing her career?

Shane Reese’s entire identity has been wrapped up in being a goalie since he was five years old. When he gets a high ankle sprain right before playoffs, he doesn’t exactly take it well. After putting his fist through the physical therapy room wall and hitting a few joking teammates, he’s ordered to see the new shrink. All he has to do is convince her he’s seen the light, and he can get back to defending his team as soon as his ankle heals. The problem is, she sees through him like no one he’s ever met, and the more time he spends with her, the less hot he is to get back to the BUY NOWice. Could something mean more than hockey?

by Katie Kenyhercz

Contemporary
Sensuality Level: Sensual

Author Bio:
Katie married the military man of her dreams, so home is wherever the Air Force sends them. She loves hockey and writes about hockey love. Her fictional team is the Las Vegas Sinners, and her real-world team is the Pittsburgh Penguins. She likes strong, capable heroines who bring out the vulnerability in their tough guys.

 

An excerpt from Full Strength:

He had to consciously unclench his fists as he stopped at the dark wood door with the newly minted plaque. Dr. Alexandra Kallen, Sports Psychologist. He could just imagine what she looked like. Gray hair in a tight bun. Librarian glasses. Judging smirk and zero idea of what he was going through. He summoned some resolve and knocked.

“It’s open.”

The voice didn’t sound old. He stepped inside, and could only stare. Alexandra Kallen was no librarian. A fitted, short sleeve, red blouse played off the coloring of dark brown hair that fell in straight layers a few inches past her shoulders. She looked more co-ed than doctor in her leg-hugging, dark denim pants and high heels that put her even with his chin. When he took her extended hand, her skin felt soft, but her grip firm. “You don’t look old enough to be a doctor.”

“Thank you, but I’m twenty-eight.”

“Sure you don’t mean eighteen?”

She arched a brow. “You’re one to talk. You have your driver’s license yet?”

“You don’t sound like a doctor either.”

She laughed, and when her features relaxed, she looked even younger. “Thanks, I think. You’re Shane Reese? It’s nice to meet you.”

“I, uh, you too. Um, what should I call you? Dr. Kallen?”

Her full smile showed perfectly shaped, white teeth. No lipstick, just gloss. It didn’t look like she wore any other makeup, but she was a striking, girl-next-door kind of pretty. “If you want. Or you can call me Allie. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Allie. That fit much better than Dr. Kallen. “Oh—kay.”

She pressed her lips together and looked down at their still-joined hands.

“Sorry.” He let go and looked around the room. Anywhere but at her. At least until the heat faded from his cheeks. Her office wasn’t what he expected either. He thought it would be something like Jacey’s—modern, minimalistic. Instead, it looked like the family room from his childhood home; pale blue paint disguising the cement-block walls, overstuffed furniture, plush cream carpet. A mini fridge sat next to the couch, and a bowl of pumpkin seeds beckoned from the coffee table. “How’d you know?”

“The pumpkin seeds? I asked around. Have a seat.” She gestured toward the couch and sat in the chair adjacent to it.

Reese hesitated but lowered himself onto the sofa. He didn’t know what to think of her talking to others behind his back. It seemed … manipulative. “You gonna tell me you know the name of my first dog, too?”

“Does it bother you that I did some research?”

“This whole thing bothers me.”

“I know what you mean.”