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Average rating3.5
He's the hot, grumpy goalie I had a crush on in high school... and now I'm his live-in assistant.
After my ex crushed my dreams in the music industry, I’m done with getting my heart broken. Working as an assistant for an NHL player was supposed to be a breeze, but nothing about Jamie Streicher is easy. He’s an intimidatingly hot, grouchy jerk who can't stand me. The guy has a massive ego. Keeping things professional will be no problem, even when he demands I move in with him.
Beneath his surliness, though, Jamie’s surprisingly sweet and protective.
When Jamie learns how bad my ex was in bed, his competitive nature flares, and he encourages and spoils me in every way. The creative spark I used to feel about songwriting? It’s back, and I’m writing music again. Between wearing his jersey at games, rowdy parties with the team, and being brave on stage again, I’m falling for him.
He could break my heart, but it might be worth it.
Behind the Net is a grumpy-sunshine pro hockey romance with lots of spice and an HEA. It’s the first book in the Vancouver Storm series, and can be read as a standalone.
Tropes:
grumpy sunshine
slow burn
boy obsessed
pro hockey
forced proximity (boss vs assistant + roommates)
spice coaching
Featured Series
3 primary booksVancouver Storm is a 3-book series with 4 primary works first released in 2023 with contributions by Stephanie Archer. The next book is scheduled for release on .
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“Behind the Net” by Stephanie Archer brings us Jamie, another leading man in a romance novel with a penchant for excessive grunting – a familiar trope. While not anticipating a world-altering experience, especially from a romance novel by a white author, the book pleasantly surprised me. It's a solid three-star read, providing a welcome change of scenery from darker books I read before. Considering the possibility of checking out the sequel, there's no rush, but overall, it was an enjoyable escape.
Se isto foi um pedaço de literatura? Não. Se foi um bom entretenimento? Foi, sim senhor.