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Welcome to the Minnesota Glaciers professional hockey team, where the play is hot both on and off the ice.

Copyright © 2015 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited

Publication Date: 08-10-2015​
Carina Press
ISBN:  9781426899423 ​
Type: eBook & Audio​
Genre: Erotic Romance​
Length: Novel, 95,000 words
Series: Power Play


Minnesota Glaciers’ starting defenseman Henrik Grenick is good at two things: hockey and sex. He’s got it all—the career, the biceps, the babes. But the steady parade of women through his bedroom just leaves him wanting more, hunting for the next distraction. Until he meets Jacqui, who awakens a hunger he never knew he craved.

Fiercely independent Jacqui Polson has no time for the seductive hockey player demanding her attention. More band geek than bimbo, she’s in an entirely different league, and growing up with four hockey-crazed brothers left her with no interest in that world. But damn, Henrik’s hot. And when it comes to sex, Jacqui knows exactly what she wants.

As their relationship moves beyond games, Henrik needs more—not just of Jacqui’s touch, but of her. Jacqui discovers there's more to Henrik than just the gruff facade. But after a lifetime of fighting their own battles, neither has ever let anyone get so close. As they soon find out, needing someone isn’t a weakness, it’s the only thing that matters…

The Series

Book 1

Book 2

Book 3

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“This is one book that readers will not be able to put down.” – Library Journal

"The latest entry in the Power Play series does not disappoint...Aicher has a knack for letting the tension carry on for just the right amount of time before letting something else take it's place." - RT Book Reviews

“Very emotionally raw book, filled with brilliant messages of family, friendship and unconditional love…”
 – 4 stars, The Romance Reviews

“This was my first book by Lynda Aicher but immediately after reading it, I went straight away to look for more. I loved it!” - 5 stars, Wicked Good Reads

“I highly recommend this book along with anything Lynda Aicher writes!” – 5 stars, Romance Bound Reviews

“The passion between Jacqui and Henrik is intoxicating.” – Bad Ass Boots (4 stars), 3 Chicks After Dark

“I really loved this whole book. It was lush, inventive, and had incredible depth.”
– 4.5 stars, It’s About the Book

“His love is unconditional as is hers, and there is a sweet and lovely ending to this story that will give the reader a few tears but an overall feeling of contentment.” – 5 stars, Straight Shootin’ Book Reviews

“This was the perfect summer beach read, highly entertaining, touching and a great HEA.”
– 4 stars, Tome Tender Book Blog

“I really loved Henrik who was sweet and sexy.” – 5 hearts, She Hearts Books

“This whole series is a must read one for me!” – The Erotic Book Blog


Copyright © 2015 by Lynda Aicher. Permission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books S.A.

Chapter One


“So that’s it?” Henrik Grenick stared at the retreating back of his latest girlfriend. Probably ex-girlfriend now. “We’re done?”

Patricia—don’t you dare call me Patty—flung her wavy blond hair over her shoulder to level an icy glare at him. Her perfectly outlined and colored lip curled up in what he assumed was supposed to be a sophisticated sneer. The sophisticated part didn’t work so well for her, not that he’d say anything. There was no sense in poking the already angry cat.

“If I have to tell you the answer to that—” she scanned him with a disgusted flick of her eyes, “—then you really are dumber than I thought.”

Was that barb supposed to hurt? It barely fluttered over his skin as it sailed past. “I’m just making sure.” Experience had taught him it was always best to clarify when it came to women. With the hockey season starting next week, he didn’t have the bandwidth to deal with an ex-girlfriend versus new-girlfriend fight.

And there would be a new girlfriend.

She huffed out an exasperated snarl then whipped back around. The handle on her designer roller bag snapped up with a soft click that contradicted the applied force. He quickly covered his mouth to hold in his chuckle. He definitely didn’t want to antagonize her and draw out this latest breakup.

The faster she was out the door, the smoother it would go for him.

“I can’t believe I put up with your stupid ass for so long.” The pointed heels on her leather boots fired parting shots of disdain on the hardwood floor as she stormed to the front door, the bag adding a low purr of pending departure. With her designer handbag—one he’d bought her along with the roller bag and leather coat and, hell, her entire outfit—hooked on the crook of her elbow, she flung out the door, pausing long enough to send one last scathing look his way. “You were a lousy lay, too.”

The slam of the door echoed through the vaulted ceilings and bounced around the open floor plan. The artwork on the hallway walls shook but held strong. He’d had them remounted with secured hangings after one crashed to the floor following a similar exit from a similar girlfriend three years back. Maybe four.

Her last remark was just another in a long list of complaints filed against him by an equally long list of people. Whatever.

“So that’s a yes then?” he asked the silent house. He’d have to take Patricia’s non-verbal reply as an affirmative. They were over.

His heavy sigh rattled through his lungs and dragged his shoulders down, along with his head. In relief or resignation? Both probably. Discerning the truth would take a level of self-analysis he was too tired to go into.

He reached for a beer in the cold depths of his beverage fridge, only to switch his choice at the last second. The bottle of water wouldn’t be nearly as mentally satisfying, but he was in full-on training mode, and a breakup wasn’t going to shove him off that path.

Hell. He could have a new girl attached to his arm this weekend, if not earlier. The Minnesota Glaciers had a big promo event scheduled for Saturday night, and there would be plenty of women there looking for a hockey player boyfriend just in time for the start of the season. He’d have his fucking pick of women.

If one didn’t find him first.

That was how it usually worked, and he was completely fine with that. It was less effort for him and had the same end-result. A woman on his arm to absorb the echoes around him.

He slugged down a gulp of water and wandered out to the balcony. The late September breeze held a bite of cooler air from the Northerly flow, but the sun warmed his skin and kept the temperature almost perfect.

His house was built on a slope with the lower floor hidden from the front and surrounded by three acres of woodland. It’d been the floor-to-ceiling windows on both levels that opened to the view of the trees that he’d fallen in love with. He marked the seasons by the changing state of the forest and enjoyed every phase. The orange and yellow blasts of color were a sure sign winter was coming.

He lifted his face to the sun and let it soak away the remnants of Patricia’s wrath. All that angst because he’d neglected to buy the diamond necklace she’d wanted. Or was it because he’d snapped at her for setting her drink on his grand piano? Whatever. But he’d never understand why some women had to be so bitchy and cutting when they left.

He snorted out a harsh breath, head shaking. It was his choice of girlfriends more than women in general.

Shit. He jammed the empty bottle into the trash can and yanked his cell phone out of the pocket of his cargo shorts. There had to be someone around who’d want to hang out for a bit. Get a bite to eat or, he checked the time, maybe a late workout or a game of tennis or something.

His legs were still sore from the morning practice and the drills from his personal trainer. That was after the two-hour workout with the Glaciers’ trainer. He could handle more though, if it got him out of the house.

He scrolled through his contacts, flashing past his go-to friends. Walters had fucking bailed the state to move in with his girlfriend in Atlanta. It’d been a fantastic move for the man, but left Henrik without his best friend. Hauke and Rylie were often tied up with their women, and he didn’t need to be reminded of his newly single status. A state he always tried to remedy before it was generally known.

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