Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Blog Tour ~ A Secret for a Secret (All In #3) by Helena Hunting @HelenaHunting #AllInseries #KingandQueenie


 A Secret for a Secret, an all-new must read forbidden standalone romance that is sure to have you swooning from the start by New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting, is available now!
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From New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting comes a new romance about trading secrets, breaking the rules, and playing for keeps.

My name is Ryan Kingston, and I’m a rule follower. I’ve never been in a fistfight. I always obey the speed limit. I don’t get drunk, and I definitely don’t pick up random women at bars.

Except the night I found out that my whole existence has been a lie.

I got drunk. And picked up a stranger.

Her name was Queenie, and she was everything I’m not: reckless, impulsive, and chaotic. We did shots and traded secrets. And ended up naked at my place.

She left me a thank-you note in the morning and her panties as a parting gift. But no way to contact her.

Six weeks later I’m sitting in the first official team meeting of the season, and there she is. I neglected to mention that I’m the goalie for Seattle’s NHL team.

And Queenie? Turns out she’s the general manager’s daughter.

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“You think our GM got himself an assistant?”

I follow his gaze to the front of the room. Standing at the desk with her back to us, arranging papers, is a woman with wavy chestnut hair that nearly reaches her waist. “Maybe an intern?”

She’s wearing a navy dress that conforms to her very feminine form. I trace the dip of her waist and the curve of her hip, skimming down to where the hem of her dress hits the bend in her knee. Her calves are bare, athletic, and toned, and her heels boast a little bow on the back. Classy, yet sexy. “Possibly.”

“I hope the eye candy is gonna be permanent,” someone at the table behind us says, loud enough for everyone close by to hear.

“I wouldn’t mind if she helped me with my jockstrap,” one of the other guys chimes in, eliciting a loud chuckle from the rest of the table.

I glance over my shoulder and pin them with an unimpressed glare. I recognize Foley from Tampa, and Dickerson is an LA trade. They’re notorious womanizers. “Watch your mouth and have some respect. That’s someone’s daughter.”

“Take it easy, King. It’s not like we’d actually say that to her face,” Foley says.

I don’t have an opportunity to reprimand him further because the GM, Jake Masterson, and our head coach, Alex Waters, enter the room through the side door. The GM crosses over to the woman, whose back is still turned to us, and he gives her a smile that seems . . . overly warm. He leans in and squeezes her shoulder as he says something with his mouth close to her ear.

“Maybe she’s not his assistant. Maybe she’s his new girlfriend, ’cause that looks pretty damn friendly to me.” Bishop jams a sausage link into his mouth.

“Maybe,” I agree.

She turns slightly, giving me a glimpse of her profile. Her cheeks are flushed pink. I blink a couple of times, because she seems incredibly familiar.

“I think I know her,” I mumble, more to myself than to Bishop.

“Not as well as our GM does, by the look of things.”

It hits me like a puck in the chest without pads on. I do know her. Queenie. My one-night stand who bailed the next morning and left a Post-it and panties hanging from my doorknob. Destroyed panties. “Oh God.”

Did I sleep with the GM’s girlfriend? Memories come barreling into my brain, and I want to sink into the floor. My behavior that night was highly atypical. Everything about that night was. I chalked it up to the alcohol, the family drama, and the fact that she seemed to be a very eager and willing participant in our adventures. Do not think about the things you did to her.

I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about Queenie and our night together. I’ve even considered driving by the bar where we met, but I don’t know if she’s likely to show up there. And it’s not as if I can ask the bartender about her without looking like a creep. Besides, if she wanted me to have her number, she would’ve left it.

“Are you okay? You look like you’re about to hurl,” Bishop asks.

I cover my mouth with my palm, not because I’m going to be ill but to hide the fact that it’s hanging open and I can’t seem to close it. Although my stomach is starting to do those awful somersaults that will soon turn into full-on nausea. The kind I used to get when I’d first hit the ice for a game.

This is bad. Really bad. I’ve never had a one-night stand before. I’ve always been in committed relationships, and I prefer to get to know my bed partners before they actually get into bed with me. Teen pregnancy was pretty common where I grew up in Tennessee, because there wasn’t much else to do apart from playing sports or getting into trouble with drugs and alcohol—my brother, Gerald, went the latter route. I obviously fit into the sports category. By the time I became a teenager, my parents had finally learned their lesson. It was drilled into me to never become that kind of statistic, or to turn my girlfriend into a mom before she was ready to take on more than senior-level algebra.

Ironic how my actual mother would’ve been one of those girls had my grandparents not made the choices they had.

“King?” Bishop nudges me. “You’re staring, man.”

Jake whistles with his fingers, causing the woman beside him to cringe but then quickly school her expression into an uncertain smile. “Who’s ready for a new season?”

He’s rewarded with a chorus of cheers from the players. Waters stands off to the side, clapping enthusiastically. He generally runs all team meetings, but Jake is a hands-on GM, so he always manages first meeting intros before he hands it over to our coach.

Jake waits for everyone to settle down and take their seats before he continues. “Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to my personal assistant, Queenie.” He throws his arm over her shoulder and pulls her into his side.

A hot spike of anger rushes down my spine—it’s a foreign feeling. I’m usually very level headed. But not right now. It’s obvious by the way Jake and Queenie interact that there’s a relationship there. Is she a cheater? Did she make me one? There’s a definite age gap. He’s young for a GM, but he’s in his forties, and I’m pretty sure she’s in her mid twenties.

“She also happens to be my daughter, so don’t get any ideas, boys.” He somehow manages to wink and glare at the same time.

And it just went from bad to worse.

My one-night stand isn’t my GM’s girlfriend; she’s his daughter.

My new favorite in this series, A Secret for a Secret was a delightfully sweet, sinfully sexy romance. Since meeting Ryan "King" Kingston in A Favor for a Favor, I was curious about this wholesome hockey player, and could not wait for his story. I had a hunch there was more to this strait-laced goalie than meets the eye and boy was he a pleasant surprise. What began as an evening of drinking, sharing secrets, and unbridled passion forever changed this couple's lives. A humorous and heartwarming opposites-attract love story, with a hint of drama and all the feels, King and his Queenie had me giggling and swooning throughout this entire read.

One drunken evening two strangers met, each feeling vulnerable, and decided to share their deepest secrets. The attraction between them was so intense, both were all in for an unforgettable one-night stand and later, haunted by the memories. It took a few months for King and Queenie's paths to cross again as they now work for the same NHL team. His hot hookup turned out to be the general manager's daughter, and worse, he unknowingly broke a significant rule ~ Queenie was off-limits. But that didn't stop King from pursuing and claiming his fair queen.
King was not your average hockey player and he threw me for a loop in a good way. I'm so used to the broody and abrasive hero typically found in sports romances. Then along came King, who was more boy scout than bruiser as he was gentle, patient, and incredibly loving. Even-tempered and a rule follower, he was the perfect gentleman with a tremendous heart. The way he loved, encouraged and protected Queenie had me gushing.

King also possessed a delectable dirty side that I completely LOVED. Beneath that clean-cut persona, lived a lustful and dominant man, who was a beast. I just adored both sides of his personality.

Queenie Masterson was a flaky hot mess. Funny, witty, and beyond kind, she was a sweet and likable heroine. Pandemonium seemed to surround her, which I found endearing, as it only added to her sparkling personality. Her chaos added light and life to King's relatively calm world.

However, Queenie struggled with insecurity issues, believing she was unworthy and inadequate, especially when it came to accomplishing goals. I admired the way she fought to overcome these feelings of self-doubt to find her courage, passion, and strength. And with King by her side, it was a beautiful thing to see Queenie blossom.  

I enjoyed every moment of King and Queenie's journey, as they had a deep connection, a tremendous amount of chemistry, and complemented each other beautifully. Great fun spending time with this loony crew of both old favorites and lovable new characters. The Waters' kiddies were adorable and I could not help falling in love with them. The relationship between Queenie and Lavender Waters was particularly touching. A Secret for a Secret was another fun and flirty romantic comedy from Hunting's creative imagination. If you are looking for an amusing and sexy read, this romance is definitely for you.

I voluntarily read an advance copy of this publication

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She's writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.

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