Delayed Penalty
Pilots Hockey # 1
By: Sophia Henry
Releasing September 1, 2015
Loveswept
Blurb
She closed her heart long ago. He just wants
to open her mind. For fans of Toni Aleo and Sawyer Bennett, the debut of Sophia
Henry’s red-hot Detroit Pilots series introduces a hockey team full of
complicated men who fight for love.
Auden Berezin is used to losing people: her
father, her mother, her first love. Now, just when she
believes those childhood wounds are finally healing, she loses something else:
the soccer scholarship that was her ticket to college. Scrambling to earn
tuition money, she’s relieved to find a gig translating for a Russian
minor-league hockey player—until she realizes that he’s the same dangerously
sexy jerk who propositioned her at the bar the night before.
Equal parts muscle and scar tissue,
Aleksandr Varenkov knows about trauma. Maybe that’s what draws him to Auden. He
also lost his family too young, and he channeled the pain into his passions:
first hockey, then vodka and women. But all that seems to just melt away the
instant he kisses Auden and feels a jolt of desire as sudden and surprising as
a hard check on the ice.
After everything she’s been through, Auden
can’t bring herself to trust any man, let alone a hot-headed puck jockey with a
bad reputation. Aleksandr just hopes she’ll give him a chance—long enough to
prove he’s finally met the one who makes him want to change.
My Thoughts:
First off, y'all fans of Toni Aleo or Sawyer Bennett Delayed Penalty is a milder read than those two. So, if you are looking for hot, crazy shenanigans this might not be for you. However, if don't mind a sweet story, this is right up your alley. Okay, we got that taken care now lets dive into the story. All right Delayed Penalty is written in first person, and we spend all the book in Auden's mind. So, we get go through all her feelings and what is happening in her life especially when it comes to Aleksandr. We get to know Aleksandr the way Auden sees him. We watch Auden views on Aleksandr go from douche bag guy to love interest. She has a hard time with Aleksandr, because she doesn't know if he's being genuine. Which takes him a while to tear down the walls she has built up over the years. Truthfully, Delayed Penalty is pretty easy going throughout the story, we don't see a lot of drama. We see some emotional break throughs with Auden, which aren't that easy. However, the drama does escalate towards the end of the story. We need to have a reason for Auden and Aleksandr to have a sweet ending.
Overall, Delayed Penalty is a pretty good story. However, I wished we were able to dip into Aleksandr's mind. I think it would been nice to see what he was going on in some areas of the story. This also not so heavy in the romance department. I think a lot of it has to do with Auden not being emotionally ready, and I do like how Aleksandr was patient with her. Yes, Delayed Penalty is a sweet story. Once Auden and Aleksandr got over a few bumps they were cute and sweet together. I do look forward what Sophia will bring to the rest of the series. There is one character I would like to see how she will write (if it happens), and that would be Pavel Gribov cause the few times we see him he's not very nice. We a little better understanding about his hate towards Aleksandr. So, if you are hankering for something sweet and hockey read, Delayed Penalty might be right up your alley.
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Excerpt from Delayed Penalty:
“I
hope you don’t think you’re going to sit on your butt your whole break,”
Grandpa said. He punctuated his sentence with a quick snap of his newspaper.
He’d done it to lift a falling corner, but he may as well have cracked an
invisible whip.
“Come
on, Dedushka,”
I said, stopping my arm midair and lifting my tired eyes from the milk dripping
off the spoon to his customary stern face. “I just got home yesterday.”
“And
you start your job today.” His steel blue eyes caught mine before returning to
the paper.
“Funny.
I don’t remember interviewing.” I smirked, then shoveled the spoonful of soggy
cereal into my mouth.
“Oh,
how I’ve missed your smart mouth, Auden,” he said without even looking up.
Though
I would be home for less than a month, living with my grandparents again would
be rough. After my first taste of freedom living in the dorms freshman year,
going back to Hawk-eye Land will be a challenge.
All
my life I had wished I’d had a sibling, but the yearning was never so prominent
as when I came home from school. It had been fourteen years since my mom died.
Fourteen years of being the only person my grandparents had to worry about.
While I appreciated the motive behind their undivided attention, I’d always
wanted someone who understood my rants about their constant hovering. Someone
to talk with and share silly inside jokes. Since my well-being was my
grandparents’ first priority, they were always on my case. It would’ve been
nice to have a sibling to pick up some of the slack. I never wanted to sound
ungrateful for what they’d done for me, but sometimes I needed a break.
“What
kind of job is it?” I asked, keeping any smart-mouth comments to myself. Didn’t
feel like ticking him off today.
“Translating.”
Grandpa folded the newspaper into a rectangle and set it next to his Not only perfect, but Russian, too
coffee mug.
My
grandfather, Viktor Berezin, was a retired Russian language professor at a
state university outside of Detroit. He’d taken on various translating jobs for
friends and coworkers his whole life and had set me up with small projects
since my junior year of high school. The work hadn’t been difficult;
translating documents or contracts from Russian into English or vice versa. It
was great money for a teenager, since it paid better than babysitting or a
part-time retail job.
“Documents?”
I asked.
“For
a person. He doesn’t know much English, and he needs a translator to speak with
the media for his job. You will help him.”
“He
speaks with the media for his job? Is he super-high profile?”
“In
some circles, I suppose.” Grandpa shrugged.
“You
trust me to be someone’s PR person? I have a pretty smart mouth, you know,” I
joked, shoveling more cereal into my mouth.
“I’m
counting on it, Audushka.”
“Is
he an actor? A model?” I pushed my empty cereal bowl to the side. “Wait! Is he
some kind of dignitary?”
“I
think I’d handle the dignitary if he were one.” Grandpa took a sip of his
coffee. “He’s a hockey player.”
“A
hockey player,” I repeated. “For the Red Wings?”
Excitement
bubbled in my stomach. I’d been a Detroit Red Wings fan since before I could
speak. Being a translator for a Russian player on my favorite team in the
history of the universe would complete my life.
“Not
that high profile.” Grandpa laughed. “He plays for the Pilots.”
A
minor-league player? The bubbles in my stomach fizzled and popped, and my
tense, excited shoulders dropped.
“Where
am I meeting him?”
“You
will meet Zhenya at Robinson Arena at noon.”
Grandpa
was talking about his lifelong friend, Evgeny Orlenko. Zhenya is the Russian
term of endearment for the name Evgeny. Personally, I thought of Orlenko as an
uncle, since he and Grandpa were as close as brothers. Professionally, he was a
sports agent who represented a number of Russian hockey players. According to
recent documents I’d translated, he’d peppered his clientele list with a few
basketball players as well.
“Hey,
Gram,” I greeted my grandmother, who had just walked into the tiny kitchen with
the electric lighted mirror she swore by.
For
someone who didn’t approve of her kids or grandkids being vain, Gram was pretty
concerned with her looks. She never wore foundation or mascara, but her cheeks
were always powdered and her lips were never without lipstick in public. Her
fair skin was wrinkled with soft lines, but it didn’t take away from the beauty
of her features. Her blue-gray eyes and high cheekbones were complimented by
perpetually dark blond hair, thanks to the magic of hair dye. She would’ve been
beautiful even if she’d let her hair go gray. I could only hope I got some of
those graceful-aging genes.
“What
time did you get home last night?” Gram asked, setting the mirror on the table
and flipping it to the ultra-magnifying side before stooping to plug it in.
“Around
one-thirty, I guess.”
“I
can tell. You’re puffy.” She reached over to pat my cheek before turning to
inspect her own face in the mirror.
Thanks, I thought.
I didn’t dare say it out loud. My grandparents and I had a better relationship
since I’d left for college than we ever had when I was growing up. Didn’t want
to mess up a good thing. “Where are you off to?”
“It’s
my week to clean the church,” Gram answered as she slicked a rose shade across
her lips. Then she patted the skin under her eyes with her fingers and turned
the mirror’s light off.
“Do
you need any help?”
“Pat
and Emma will be there, but thank you for asking.”
My
breath of relief was almost audible. I hadn’t been back to church since I’d
left my grandparents’ house two years ago. Just thinking about the place made
me itchy.
I
slid out of my seat, tapped my inseams together with a flourish, and
straightened my arms at my sides.
“Are
you going to tell me my client’s name or is this a super-secret mission, Sir?”
I asked in a military monotone.
My
grandpa shook his head, picked up the newspaper, and straightened it out.
“Don’t know it. I just told Zhenya you’d be happy to do it.”
“Super
secret. Got it. I won’t let you down, Sir.” I saluted him. Still staring
straight ahead, I waited to be excused.
Grandpa
lowered the paper. “Is there something else?”
“May
I be excused? I have to shower and dress for the mission.”
“You
are a ridiculous girl, Audushka.” He dismissed me with a shake of his head.
“Auden,
you're only home for a month. Please try not to drive your grandfather crazy,”
my grandma said.
With
a salute to both of them, I ignored her warning. I’d driven my grandpa crazy
years ago.
I
thought Grandpa would continue to reward my almost-native knowledge of reading,
writing, and speaking Russian by giving me tedious translating projects my
whole life. I never expected him to allow me to work directly with a client,
let alone a client in the public eye. Maybe he had more faith in me than I
realized.
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