Looking for a few hot, sports romances? Check out Helena Hunting’s All In series! We have all the details you need here!
The All In series by Helena Hunting is fantastic! I’ve been a huge fan of Hunting’s for a long time now, and this series is a great addition to her hockey universe. While it follows new players from the expansion draft that happened at the end of the PUCKED series, it does have guest appearences from some of the PUCKED characters. It’s always good to catch up with Alex and Violet! Especially since Hunting is writing their daughter’s book! It’s due out late this year.
Back to these three novels, the first one has one of my favorite tropes, surprise baby! I don’t know why I love that trope so much, but I really, really do. It’s handled well! The second in the series is steamy af, but isn’t my favorite of the series. The final one? A Secret for a Secret OWNED me.
King is so buttoned up, and when it finally lets loose, it’s steamy. Just UNF. Queenie is a great character, too. I connected with her a lot. She’s trying super hard, and she wants her family to be happy. She deals with baggage from her past, and King does as well. They really fit well.
I mentioned steamy before, and all the novels are sexy! The All In series make for a great binge read!
Sometimes I need an escape from the demands, the puck bunnies, and the notoriety that come with being an NHL team captain. I just want to be a normal guy for a few weeks. So when I leave Chicago for some peace and quiet, the last thing I expect is for a gorgeous woman to literally fall into my lap on a flight to Alaska. Even better, she has absolutely no idea who I am.
Lainey is the perfect escape from my life. My plan for seclusion becomes a monthlong sex fest punctuated with domestic bliss. But it ends just as abruptly as it began. When I’m called away on a family emergency, I realize too late that I have no way to contact Lainey.
A year later, a chance encounter throws Lainey and me together again. But I still have a lie hanging over my head, and Lainey’s keeping secrets of her own. With more than lust at stake, the truth may be our game changer.
When I joined Seattle’s NHL expansion team, I thought it was the start of something great. But nothing ever goes the way you expect. Take my introduction to my new neighbor. She came rolling in on the hot mess express at midnight, making a racket while she tried to get into my team captain’s apartment. Did I mention that he’s married to a woman who definitely was not her?
Imagine my surprise when I end up with an injury that has me out of the game for weeks, and she’s the one to offer to help me. I should probably add that she’s not the captain’s mistress. She’s his sexy, pastel-haired younger sister.
So we come up with an arrangement: she rehabs me so that I can get back on the ice sooner, and she can add a professional athlete that isn’t her brother to her client list. Seems simple enough. As long as I can keep my hands to myself and my hormones in check.
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.
