SO OVER YOU
Chicago Rebels series, Book 2
Kate Meader
Pocket Star EBooks
December 4, 2017
$5.99
ISBN 9781501168567
“Meader serves up a delicious mix of sports, sexy romance, and complicated, captivating characters with her second Chicago Rebels hockey contemporary (after Irresistible You)…Meader’s erotic scenes could melt ice, and her complex protagonists will keep readers eagerly turning pages.”
—Publishers Weekly (So Over You)
“Things heat up on the ice in Meaer’s latest installment of the Chicago Revels series (Irresistible You, 2017)…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.”
—Booklist (So Over You)
“Hockey is a sport that moves a mile a minute, and it’s even more thrilling when the action off the ice has even more speed. In the second Chicago Rebels book, external conflicts make the path to a happy ending difficult for the couple, but that makes it even more satisfying in the end. Meader’s thought-provoking tale has well-rounded characters who touch each other’s lives — sometimes not too gently.”
—RT Book Reviews (So Over You)
“Meader’s strength is creating characters who live, breathe, and jump off the page; Remy and Harper shine, and the supporting cast of characters, including Harper’s half-sisters, is very strong. The mix of sexual tension and emotional decisions will lead Meader’s series launch to many a keeper shelf.”
—Publishers Weekly STARRED REVIEW (Irresistible You, Book 1)
“Meader takes her readers on a breathtaking, non-stop, glorious ride. The sex scenes are lyrically written with fresh, descriptive prose. Enough is included about hockey to add its fast rhythm to the book. Remy’s family is multi-faceted and fills the pages with joy. Readers will love the relationship between Remy and Harper, and will be excited for the next story — Isobel’s.”
—RT Book Reviews Four and a Half Star TOP PICK (Irresistible You, Book 1)
About the book:
Three estranged sisters struggle to sustain their late father’s failing hockey franchise in Kate Meader’s SO OVER YOU, Book 2 in the new sizzling Chicago Rebels series. Middle sister Isobel is at a crossroads in her personal and professional lives. But both are about to get a significant boost with the addition of a domineering Russian powerhouse to the Rebels...
Isobel Chase knows hockey. She played NCAA, won silver at the Games, and made it thirty-seven minutes into the new National Women’s Hockey League before an injury sidelined her dreams. Those who can’t, coach, and a position as a skating consultant to her late father’s hockey franchise, the Chicago Rebels, seems like a perfect fit. Until she’s assigned her first job: the man who skated into her heart as a teen and relieved her of her pesky virginity. These days, left-winger Vadim Petrov is known as the Czar of Pleasure, a magnet for puck bunnies and the tabloids alike. But back then...let’s just say his inability to sink the puck left Isobel frustratingly scoreless.
Vadim has a first name that means “ruler,” and it doesn’t stop at his birth certificate. He dominates on the ice, the practice rink, and in the backseat of a limo. But a knee injury has produced a bad year, and bad years in the NHL don’t go unrewarded. His penance? To be traded to a troubled team where his personal coach is Isobel Chase, the woman who drove him wild years ago when they were hormonal teens. But apparently the feeling was not entirely mutual.
That Vadim might have failed to give Isobel the pleasure that was her right is intolerable, and he plans to make it up to her—one bone-melting orgasm at a time. After all, no player can perfect his game without a helluva lot of practice...
Vadim has a first name that means “ruler,” and it doesn’t stop at his birth certificate. He dominates on the ice, the practice rink, and in the backseat of a limo. But a knee injury has produced a bad year, and bad years in the NHL don’t go unrewarded. His penance? To be traded to a troubled team where his personal coach is Isobel Chase, the woman who drove him wild years ago when they were hormonal teens. But apparently the feeling was not entirely mutual.
That Vadim might have failed to give Isobel the pleasure that was her right is intolerable, and he plans to make it up to her—one bone-melting orgasm at a time. After all, no player can perfect his game without a helluva lot of practice...
Excerpt (R-rated)
She sat on the bed, yanking off
her Joan of Arctic boots while Vadim paced. Back and forth, forth and back,
looking up every few seconds to check her progress. Socks off. Another look.
Hoodie was history. Another look. Ten seconds between each glance, which meant
he was—oh, God—counting off in his head.
She was down to leggings and a
tank top.
“Are you going to wear a rut in
the carpet, Russian, or a rut in me?”
He stopped, and stabbing his
fingers through his hair, spoke with immense effort. “Remove all your clothes
immediately.”
“You remove them.”
She swore his erection poked
higher in his sweatpants.
“Isobel,” he warned.
“What’s wrong, Vadim? Are you
afraid you might get overexcited if you peel off my top and get a bra strap
sighting? If your fingers graze my skin, will we start to see little Vadim”—she
pointed at not-so-little Vadim, now straining to punch through the thin
fabric—“weeping his cockhead off? Worried you’ll blow before you can get me
there?”
“Yes.”
Oh.
She’d been teasing
him—mercilessly, she now realized—and he was actually concerned. Nice going, dummy.
He continued. “I am currently
running my stats from every season starting five years ago.”
“What are you up to?”
“Third year in the NHL. My best
season to date.”
With a teasing lick of her lips,
she accessed her memory banks. “Thirty-eight goals, 64 assists, 19.5 shooting
percentage, 8 game-winning beauties.”
He halted the pacing and faced her
with hands on hips, his expression one of lust battling disbelief.
“Did I just turn you on even more,
Russian?”
“Yes!”
She winked. Evil, thy name is Isobel Chase.
Apparently this was the last
straw. “Why are you torturing me? Do you not realize that if I touch you too
soon, I cannot be responsible? It will be fast, brutal, lacking in finesse.
This time, I promise to make it right for you.”
His admission of vulnerability
floored her. To have this power over someone as self-contained as Vadim was
both heady and humbling. As for the fast and brutal comment? Slippery warmth
gushed between her thighs.
No more games. She gripped the hem
of her tank and ripped it off over her head, her nipples tightening against her
bra at the blue-fire flare of appreciation in his eyes. Then she stood, turned,
and peeled off her leggings.
She might have paused a second
just as they cleared her ass. Evil was a good look on her, and let’s face it,
she had a pretty great ass. His groan filled the room like a prayer.
Still with her back to him, she
finished the strip, and was now left in a black satin bra with red bows and a
matching high-cut bikini from Addison William’s Beautiful collection—Isobel loved the complete, but still sexy,
coverage of the pieces designed for full-figured women.
By the sounds she was hearing
behind her, she guessed Vadim loved it, too.
Kneeling one leg on the bed, she
looked over his shoulder to find him—oh yeah—stroking his erection through his
sweatpants. The man was a walking god, all sculpted muscle, his body inked to
highlight every ridge and plane to perfection. The spot between her thighs got
warmer. Wetter.
“You wear this when you are coaching and
tempting me with your black pants?”
She had tempted him in her unsexy
sweats? “Sometimes. I like to feel sexy.”
“They are—you are—” He placed a
hand on her hip, and she sensed both reverence and restraint, but also a heat
that burned through everything. “I will make it good for you, I promise.”
He sounded so sincere—too
sincere—and something tugged in her chest. A curl of regret.
She opened her mouth to respond,
but got distracted when he hooked his fingers in the side of her panties and
teased them off in a slow, torturous descent. And if it was this bad for her,
it had to be killing him. In this position, she felt more exposed than if she
had been facing him.
Leaving her panties at her knees,
he traced a hand along the ladder of her spine, then circled her hip to clamp
that hand over the juncture of her thighs. Yes.
Moving her ponytail aside, he nuzzled her neck and applied whisper-soft kisses
to her heated skin. Just like in her car, her hips scouted ahead for pleasure,
rocking and rolling. Seeking the hardness of his cock behind her, the grind of
his fingers between her legs.
One of those magic digits parted
her in a delicious swipe. That stroke shot to every extremity. “You are so wet,
Bella.”
She leaned into his touch, needing
more, demanding more, he rubbed harder. Impossibly good. She moaned,
encouraging him to take control.
Gripping her hip, he turned her
over and pushed her back on the bed. Her panties didn’t last, and Vadim lay
down beside her, still wearing sweatpants, his erection poking against her
thigh. She reached for it, and he swatted her away.
“Not yet, Bella. Let me love you
properly first.”
Love? Surely, just a translation
hiccup. “Oh—okay.”
His fingers returned to their holy
work. “I want to see your eyes.”
In case she faked it, maybe? Now she was starting to doubt. What if she’d
placed too much pressure on him, which placed too much pressure on her, and she
felt a need to rush them to a conclusion just so they could move past this?
“I know what you’re thinking,
Bella.” Those crystalline blue eyes held hers captive, his expression grave.
“I doubt it.”
“You’re thinking that there is a
lot of pressure here.” He applied a different sort of pressure with one finger,
then two inside her. She accommodated the stretch by arching into the exquisite
pleasure.
“There—there is. And I’m worried
I’ve set us up to fail.”
His mouth descended onto hers,
kissing away all the worries. There was a very excellent chance she was going
to come with Vadim Petrov for the first time.
“Tell me what feels good, sexy
girl.”
“What you’re doing is fine.”
“Fine?”
“Good. So good.” It was, but maybe
if he . . .
“Be honest, Bella. Do you need my
mouth on your breasts, my tongue in your pussy? Do you need it slow or fast?
Hard or soft?”
She inhaled a couple of sharp
breaths. His list of all the awesome gifts he could deliver opened her up. “My
clit. Go slow. Build to it. Not too fast.” The words gasped from her in
staccato bursts, her honesty feeling almost as good his fingers now moving to
accommodate her request.
“Like this?”
“More like”—she placed his fingers
on either side of that sensitive bundle of nerves and guided him to a steady
stroke—“this. Avoid my clit until I’m all fired up.”
He smiled, the most beautiful
thing she’d ever seen. “Let us get you all fired up, Bella.”
Reviewed by:
| I didn't even know I needed or wanted this book. In the book "In Skates Trouble" we read about Addison and her BFF Harper. Even though the book was about Addy, Harper played a pretty big part and you were emotionally invested in her. Going into book 1, "Irresistible You", was a smooth transition and a no brainer for me because I WANTED to know about her. IY was a continuation of IST, but obviously about another couple, but the timeline is right where IST ends. Harper is landed with her father's will and it's pretty harsh in her eyes. She must now bond with 2 estranged sister's, Isobel and Veronica. Seeing the story through Harper's eyes made me not so keen on Isobel, whether it was her fault or not. I felt truly bad for Harper. I didn't feel really invested in Isobel at this point, she seemed kind of boring and standoffish. I'm glad I read "So Over You" though. As much as I loved Remy in IY, Vadim was a beautiful creation in all his Russian glory and Isobel was definitely not droll. The story is one of disappointment for Isobel, but at the same time, she's finding herself, not her father's "winningest" girl. The story is sexy and charged with a lot of tensions and energies, both good and not so good. I thought it was a great continuation and the authors hockey knowledge and cultural knowledge seems out of this world (even if it's faked, it's still uber believable). We're left with a pretty big bomb at the end of this story and I can't wait for Spring 2018. Not to Mention the last (but not least) sister's story, which isn't next. If we're following that timeline though, it's understandable. If you're a big sports romance, and hockey at that, this series is definitely for you.5* |
I've read the previous book and novella and loved them both. This author's writing style soothes my soul. I loved this one as much as I loved Irresistible You. I loved Vadim Petrov as much as I loved Remy DuPre. I don't want to spoil the awesome story for you, so I'll keep this short. As you've probably noticed if you've read the previous book, there seems to be some history between our main characters. Obviously no warm fuzzy feelings between them, but professionals that they are, they try to keep the past in the past. But with this insane chemistry and sexual tension between them - not to mention, Vadim has to sort of make amends for something - the past comes crashing back. From enemies-to-lovers, these two are hilarious together. The banter, the back-and-forth is funny, yet there are many feels, as well. I fell for these characters, for this series and I can't wait to read more! I highly recommend it. I voluntarily agreed to read an early copy of this book. My rating is 5 stars. |
About the author:
Kate Meader was raised on romance. An Irish girl, she started with Catherine Cookson and Jilly Cooper novels, and spiced it up with some Mills & Boon. Now based in Chicago, she writes romances of her own, where sexy contemporary alpha heroes and strong heroines match each other quip for quip. When not immersed in tales of brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, Kate lives on the web at katemeader.com.
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