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Penalties and Proposals<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

(Love on Thin Ice)<\/span><\/p>\n

Author: <\/b>Anne Kemp<\/span><\/p>\n

Publication Date:<\/b> October 17th, 2024<\/span><\/p>\n

Genre: <\/b>Adult Comedy \/ Contemporary Romance \/ Sports<\/span><\/p>\n

Book Description:<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

It only takes one bad apple to ruin the bunch. When life hands me reformed hockey star Noah Beaumont, AGAIN, am I supposed to make cider or is there a sweeter surprise in store?<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Willa<\/strong>: I never wanted to see Noah Beaumont again. EVER. When I kicked him off my set after he showed up intoxicated, his PR team tried to blacklist me. I made it over that hurdle, made a name for myself, and I\u2019m heading to Maple Falls to cover a charity ice hockey team that\u2019s making headlines\u2026only to find out I have to work with HIM.<\/span><\/p>\n

But this Noah seems different. He\u2019s reformed and seems to be determined to show me he\u2019s changed. Can I trust him, or will he be the same disaster I remember?<\/span><\/p>\n

Noah<\/strong>: I\u2019ve spent years trying to make amends for my past mistakes, questioning if I still belong in the world of hockey or if it\u2019s time to step back, be \u2018normal\u2019. But seeing Willa again brings everything into sharp focus. She\u2019s the woman who\u2019s haunted my thoughts since the day I met her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Now, she\u2019s here in Maple Falls, and I\u2019m determined to prove I\u2019m not the same man she remembers. I want her to see the real me, the man I\u2019ve worked so hard to become. Can I convince her to give me a second chance?<\/span><\/p>\n

Penalties and Proposals<\/em>\u00a0is part of the\u00a0Love on Thin Ice<\/em>\u00a0sweet small town hockey romcom series. It\u2019s a second chance enemies to lovers story with forced proximity in this small town romance with all the sizzle and chemistry, but none of the spice.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Content warning: This IS a lighthearted and fun romantic comedy, but there are subjects mentioned in this book like parents passing away and former substance abuse.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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EXCERPT<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cIs this the only table you have available?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My eyes cannot be deceiving me. I\u2019m standing in a restaurant with no one else in it, save another couple at the opposite end of the room. Surely the only table they have for me to sit at is not the one that happens to be directly beside Noah? Not to mention the fact the place is small enough I\u2019d practically be sitting at his table anyway, the tables are that close to one another.<\/span><\/p>\n

The young girl looks at me woefully. \u201cI\u2019m really sorry, but we\u2019re full with reservations tonight.\u201d Her tone is apologetic, and she\u2019s young, so I\u2019m not going to debate the situation \u2026 but still. The odds. I flex my hands, stretch my fingers, and take a deep breath, trying to fight back my irritation when I see a sliver of my tattoo under my sleeve.<\/span><\/p>\n

Believe.\u00a0<\/em>Ha. I almost snort out loud. How about I believe I\u2019m Harry Potter and I cast a quick spell to time travel to another restaurant in another town altogether?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about the bar?\u201d I nod my head toward the old wooden bar where an older woman is busy making drinks and watching me through narrowed eyes. \u201cLooks like there\u2019s space there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOur bartender isn\u2019t on duty for another hour.\u201d When I shoot her a questioning look, obviously confused by the woman pouring herself a soda from the beverage gun, the young girl stammers. \u201cI\u2019ve been asked to not have anyone sit there until his shift begins.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

So this fact leaves me to be seated by the blight that plagues me. Yes, I\u2019m being ridiculously overdramatic, but the thought of chewing my dinner and having to stare at Noah, or work hard to look anywhere in this room besides\u00a0at<\/em>\u00a0Noah, turns me off in the biggest way. Like a light switch after a big night out. I didn\u2019t go to that party tonight because I wanted some time alone, time to myself to plan out the schedule I need to juggle in the days ahead.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFine,\u201d I say with a sigh, pulling out my notebook and phone. When I look Noah\u2019s way, he\u2019s watching me, his expression frozen. I can\u2019t read him, but he could be as weirded out that I\u2019m about to be seated beside him as I am. I\u2019ll save us both the trouble. I pick the chair where my back will be facing him and pull it out and settle in.<\/span><\/p>\n

The hostess hands me the menu and asks for a drink order before she disappears from sight. I make a mental note to apologize to her. Poor thing. It\u2019s not her fault she\u2019s seated me next to the devil.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Willa.\u201d Of course his voice is like hot chocolate. The devil\u2019s would be velvety and delicious. My instincts tell me to ignore him, but I\u2019m here to work. I can hear my mom\u2019s voice in the back of my mind telling me to play nice.<\/span><\/p>\n

I pick up the menu and fake peruse it. Fake because of course I can\u2019t think about anything else right now except that he\u2019s right there.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHello, Noah. Fancy running into you at dinner.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA man\u2019s gotta eat,\u201d he responds.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo doubt, but when I heard about the party happening in town tonight, I figured you\u2019d be the first one signed up to be there.\u201d I flip a page of the menu a little more aggressively than intended and manage to rip it a tiny bit. Must. Breathe.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cContrary to past reports, I\u2019m not the guy who goes to all the parties any longer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I want to turn around and face him, see the look on his face, but the stubborn part of me refuses. He\u2019s the one who is engaging me; I can only imagine that eventually my lack of wanting to chat will catch on and he\u2019ll focus on something else.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, you\u2019re telling me a leopard can change his spots. That\u2019s nice,\u201d I manage to say, doubt dripping with each word. Holding my menu up in the air for him to see. \u201cBut, the jury\u2019s still out as far as I\u2019m concerned. If you\u2019ll excuse me, I need to decide on my meal.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

There\u2019s a pause before he answers. \u201cOf course, sorry. I\u2019ll leave you to it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A weight slides off my shoulders. Was it really that easy? I decide it has to be and go about choosing my meal, landing on the lasagna, then turning my attention to my notebook. This was to be a planning session for Noah\u2019s photos amongst other work, and I intend to stay focused, even if he is right behind me and I can hear him breathing.<\/span><\/p>\n

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About the Author:<\/b><\/span><\/div>\n

Anne Kemp is a bestselling author of romantic comedies. She loves reading (and she does it ridiculously fast, too!), gluten-free baking (because everyone needs a hobby that makes them crazy), and finding time to binge-watch her favorite shows. She grew up in Maryland but made Los Angeles her home until she encountered her own real-life meet-cute at a friend’s wedding where she ended up married to one of the groomsmen. For real.<\/span><\/p>\n

Anne now lives on the Kapiti Coast in New Zealand, and even though she was married at Mt. Doom, no\u2026she doesn\u2019t have a Hobbit. However, she and her husband do have a terrier named George Clooney and when she\u2019s not writing, she\u2019s usually with them taking a long walk on the river by their home.<\/span><\/p>\n

You can find Anne on her website – come say hi! She\u2019d love to hear from you: www.annekemp.com<\/span><\/p>\n

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