Playing For Keeps, York Bombers #3


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Tyler Bowie is the serious and focused goalie for the York Bombers. He has his mind on the game and his eye on the future. And he always plays by the rules–until he meets Jennifer Emory, his teammate’s sister. What is it about the troubled woman that tempts him to break the biggest rule of all?

Jennifer Emory is looking to start a new life and finds the distraction she needs in Tyler Bowie, her brother’s intensely sexy teammate. But the distraction quickly turns to something else. She knows all about the bro code, but there’s just something about Tyler that makes her want to take a chance and risk so much more than her brother’s ire.

Will the couple find the strength and courage to put it all on the line when love means playing for keeps?


~ “I love this series by Lisa B. Kamps! I’ve been waiting for Tyler’s book because well, I have a thing for goalies. Tyler Bowie was definitely worth waiting for. He is everything I hoped he would be, sweet, sexy, sensitive and badass when necessary. You’ll see what happens when he lets his badass out and will definitely be cheering him on. Love this book! Love this series! Love this author! This is a shutout for Lisa B. Kamps!!”

~ “This author writes a refreshing story that deals with people who aren’t perfect, who have problems and it isn’t tied up in a pretty package with a bow, even on the last page of the book. When I finished this book, I missed the Bombers so much, I am going to read the first three again and impatiently wait for more.”

~ “Hot, romantic, and full of dramatic flair. Combine those elements and you have a hot romance worth reading.”


“Tell me to stop. Now.”

She shook her head, her hair falling over his wrists with the motion. “No.”

Fuck. He needed her to be stronger, needed her to tell him to stop because he couldn’t on his own. He took a deep breath, pressed his mouth against hers for a lingering kiss, pulled away.

“Tell me, Jenny. Tell me we can’t do this.”


“Because it’s wrong. We both know it.”

“No, it’s not.”

“But you’re—”

She silenced him with a kiss. Long, deep. A kiss designed to make a man forget his name. To forget everything. His breath hitched in his chest, his mind nearly blank when she slowly pulled her mouth from his. Sultry blue eyes, so deep and wide, gazed into his, hiding nothing as she watched him.

“I want you.”

Tyler froze for one long second, afraid to trust his ears, afraid he’d heard her wrong. But he didn’t, not when her words were so clearly reflected in her gaze. All hesitation, all thoughts of repercussions, disappeared in an instant. He leaned forward, captured her mouth with his. Seeking, claiming. Possessing.

His hands snagged the hem of her sweater, his thumbs grazing bare flesh as he slid it up and over her head. His fingers shook as he unclasped her bra and dragged the straps down her arms. Her mouth crashed against his as their hands, hungry to touch and feel and learn, roamed over each other. His shirt landed in a heap at their feet. Her boots went flying as she kicked them off. Tyler grabbed her hands, stopping her as she reached the button of her wool slacks. Could she see the hunger in his eyes? Did she know it was a reflection of the hunger flashing in her own gaze?

He eased her back on the bed, her legs hanging off the side, then crawled up her body. Flesh skimming flesh. Hot. Needy. His mouth closed over hers. Nipping. Teasing. Tasting. Her back arched and she reached for him but he pulled away and shook his head.

“No. I need to taste you.” The words were nothing more than the truth but they did so little to explain the urgent hunger throbbing through his veins. He trailed his lips along her jaw, down across her delicate throat to the tender flesh between her neck and shoulder. He nipped with his teeth, his cock throbbing as she squirmed beneath him with a low moan. Nails dug into his flesh as her fingers traced the column of his spine and dipped into the waistband of his jeans.

“Take them off.”

He shook his head and claimed her mouth for another kiss, this one fast and hard. “Sweetheart, these jeans are the only thing stopping me from driving my cock deep inside your wet pussy right now.”

Her eyes widened. At his language? Or at the huskiness of his voice that turned each word into a hungry growl? She moaned, long and low, and rocked her hips against his.

“Then do it.”


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June 28, 2017


BimHaven Press

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Lisa B. Kamps is a USA Today Bestselling Author who writes steamy romance with real-life characters and relatable stories that evoke deep emotion. She likes her men hard, her bed soft, her coffee strong, her whiskey neat, and her wine chilled…and when it comes to sports, hockey is the only thing that matters!


Lisa currently lives in Maryland with her husband and two sons (who are mostly sorta-kinda out of the house), one very spoiled Border Collie, two cats with major attitude, several head of cattle, and entirely too many chickens to count. When she’s not busy writing or chasing animals, she’s cheering loudly for her favorite hockey team, the Washington Capitals–or going through withdrawal and waiting for October to roll back around!


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