I’m not a sports fan – at all, but I love reading a good romance that includes sports and bonus points if it’s an MM romance. I’m not sure when hockey romance became so hot (in more ways than one) but I’ve been reading them for a while now and The Elmwood Stories by Lane Hayes combine small town romance with hot hockey players.

Bryson and Smitty have a wonderful one-night-stand with no fear of it ever being repeated but then things happen and Smitty ends up moving to Elmwood where Bryson lives. This story had my emotions all over the place. There were stupid dad-jokes so bad that I couldn’t help laughing; and once the two of them started hooking up there were serious discussions about Smitty coming out. Things were even more complicated because Bryson’s son Jake, a hockey player who played against Smitty, didn’t like Smitty even a little bit.

Thin Ice was a really sexy story with hot times between two older MCs and I loved everything about it. I can’t wait to listen to the audiobook that will be performed by Nick J. Russo.

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Smitty gamely followed me to the next vignette at Pinecrest’s premiere home and furniture boutique. “It’s a coffee table, Bry. It serves two functions—a footrest and a place to leave dishes…and the remote control. Anything is fine.”

“Yeah, right,” I huffed. “Somehow I doubt the guy who couldn’t live with yellow walls and had lots of opinions about the sectional he special ordered doesn’t care about the coffee table that will go in the same room.”

Smitty darted his gaze around the store and leaned in close. “Places like this intimidate the fuck out of me. It smells like a perfume factory and everyone is smiling…but their eyes are dead. Like they’re zombies. Is this a Pinecrest thing or a bougie thing? I don’t do well with hot cotchure.”

I burst into laughter. “Haute couture?”

“Sure, whatever.”

I brushed my hand against his in a show of solidarity, then linked our pinkies for a brief moment and pointed at a handsome dark-wood coffee table with a wide base. “What about that one?”

Smitty shrugged. “Looks nice.”

“I think so too.” I clandestinely checked the tag. “Yikes. It’s pricey. Let’s keep looking.”

“Do they have a coffee table with cupholders?”

“Absolutely not, and why would anyone want a cupholder in a coffee table?”

Smitty widened his eyes comically. “Are you kidding me? Why would anyone not want a safe place to plop a cup? You never have to worry about spilling a drink or knocking it over, and you wouldn’t have to fumble for it when you’re watching a game, ’cause your cup is right where you left it.”

“Okay, that’s a whole lot of nonsense. And thankfully, a moot point.” I glanced at our surroundings as if to be sure that was true and noticed the salesperson watching us from the register. I couldn’t remember her name off the top of my head, but I was pretty sure I’d sold her and her partner a house two years ago. I lowered my voice and added, “They don’t have such a thing, but even if they did, I’d stop you from buying it.”

“How? I’m bigger than you. And I’m fast. I could whip out my credit card in a flash and shove this fucker into my truck before you could say ‘No, bad table!’ ”

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