Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Or, so I thought.
I purchased the San Antonio Hyenas when they were the worst team in the league.
Now, we're playing for the cup. We're playing for it all.
It's all I've ever wanted.
Until I met her.
Seeing her for the first time was like a bolt of lightning striking my heart.
She was perfect. She was everything.
She was the rival owner of the Cincinnati Vipers, the team we're facing in the finals.
She's the one woman I should stay away from.
The one woman who should be off limits.
But I can't help myself.
I can't stop myself.
But she's as ruthless as I am.
Is this really love, or a sinister mind trick to throw me off my game?
I guess I'll find out because I can't stay away from her no matter how hard I try.
Game on.
The thrilling conclusion to The San Antonio Hyenas series featuring hockey's hottest silver fox owner, Brantley VanMorgan. This is book six and although books 1-5 can be read as standalones, this one is best read after reading the others.
Safe insta-love at its finest with no cheating and a super sweet HEA always guaranteed.
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CHAPTER ONE
Brantley
“Are you nervous?” my assistant Zara asks as the referee skates out with the puck.
“Have you ever seen me nervous?” I reply, watching the ice while my heart beats steadily.
“No, I have not,” Zara says with a nervous chuckle. “I, on the other hand, am freaking out.”
She starts pacing around the owner’s box as the game gets underway.
My hockey team, The San Antonio Hyenas, are about to begin game seven of the conference final. If we win, the boys will be battling for the Stoney Cup next week where the chance at greatness awaits. If we lose, the boys will be in their favorite vacation destinations with nothing but regret and disappointment waiting for them. I’m rooting for the former.
The referee drops the puck and our star center, Sebastian Kemp, explodes into action. He passes the puck back to the veteran Harris Sutton who brings it out.
“I can’t watch,” Zara says as she sits down next to me for a split second before popping back up and pacing around the private box.
Her girlfriend is a seat over. She leans over to me with an apologetic smile. “Sorry about her, she just really wants to win.”
“We’re aligned in that regard,” I say as I watch The Halifax Icebreakers steal the puck.
It’s been a season full of ups and downs. Everyone thought I was crazy when I purchased the worst team in the league.
They wondered what I was doing and why I would put myself through so much torture. Some of my billionaire friends laughed and asked why I was wasting my time with a rubbish hockey team when there were bigger fish waiting to be caught in the business world.
How could I tell them that it wasn’t about money? They wouldn’t understand the notion.
I’ve been there and done that when it comes to business. I started a mining company from scratch and sold it for 1.3 billion dollars. That was before I turned thirty. From there, I leveraged my contacts, capital, and knowledge into a start-up that launched satellites into space. That company sold for four billion. From there, I took my fortune and joined the angel investor world where I hit a few jackpots. Today, I’m worth somewhere north of twenty-six billion dollars. But who’s counting? Once you hit five billion, any additional dollar doesn’t really matter. It just seems excessive.
The crowd cheers as our future hall of fame goalie, Nolan Barlowe, makes a stop. The referee blows the whistle and the players ease up.
The young pretty waitress comes over now that the game has stopped. “Can I get you a drink, Mr. VanMorgan?”
“I’m fine, thank you.” I never drink at work.
She leans down and I get a noseful of her candy-scented perfume. I turn to her and accidentally get an eyeful of hard cleavage before looking up into her eyes. “Yes?”
“I was wondering if you would like anything else?” she asks in a seductive tone. “Anything at all?”
“Hey!” Zara says with a snap of her fingers. “Beat it, Barbie.”
The waitress rolls her eyes at Zara who’s glaring at her with her hands on her hips and leaves, thankfully.
“Once again,” I say to my assistant as she plops down into the empty seat beside me, “you have proven yourself to be worth every penny of your massive salary.”
“Speaking of that,” Zara says as she takes a sip of her soda, “if the Hyenas win the Stoney Cup, I want a raise.”
I grin as the game starts back up. “You got it.”
Zara is a dream employee. She helped me build the team to what it is today and she offers all sorts of other perks, like keeping these money-hungry women away from me.