Except Reveal + Pre-Order: Puck Money by Brit DeMille


PUCK MONEY (Vegas Crush #4) by Raine Miller Writing As Brit DeMille
Release Date: March 12th

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Amazon US: https://amzn.to/327PeNZ
Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2HfWcqv
Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/2Hcji1g
Amazon AU: https://amzn.to/2uvgvxw




What is PUCK MONEY about?

💵 A super nerdy financial manager running from a scandal.

🏒🥅 A smoking hot hockey player with an embarrassing secret.

🎰 Plenty of Las Vegas shenanigans and some really steamy _ _ _ _ i n g sessions.

⚡ Sexy Harry Potter readings.

🐉 Russian accents and Dragon tattoos.



Finally, I take a deep breath and turn, my cup in my hand. But Boris is right there. And I’m me, so my hot cup of tea spills. This time, it’s not on me, but on Boris’ nice, white shirt.

He yelps—because, you know, it’s freaking hot—and immediately pulls his shirt up over his head.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I yell while grabbing a dish towel and running it under the cold water from the faucet. I reach out, dabbing the cool rag onto his very defined chest and abs, working completely on autopilot. It takes a moment for me to realize I’m touching his bare skin.

I back away, the rag still in my hand, my hand still halfway between him and me, and apologize again, feeling helpless. “Shit. I’m such a klutz. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

Boris takes the hand with the rag in it and catches my gaze. I look away, licking my lips, but looking away from the intensity in his eyes means taking in the rest of him. Oh well, if I must. Powerful shoulders, washboard abs, bulging biceps. There’s a patch of dark hair on his chest, a thin happy trail that leads down underneath his jeans. And that big, beautiful dragon tattoo snaking up one arm. He looks sexy and fit and just the right mixture of bad and good.

Christ. I might pass out. This guy is… He can’t be real.

“It’s okay,” he says quietly. “Accidents happen. I shouldn’t have startled you like that.”

I gulp—literally gulp—and give a weak nod in response. He nods back and drops my hand.

“Well, now I have to read you that book, I suppose,” I say, a half-hearted attempt at a joke.

“I insist.” His short and simple response hits me right between the legs but I force them to move forward anyway, over to my chaise. I sit in my favorite spot on one end, my feet curled under me and pull my gray chenille blanket up over my lap. This is a cue for LuLu, who’s been hiding who-knows-where, to jump up on me with a loud greeting.

“Hello, my sweet girl.” I pet my fluffy white cat as she purrs and rubs on me, happy to have her mommy home again.

“Who is this?” Boris asks.

“This is LuLu, spoiled fur-child.”

He reaches over to give her a pet and says, “Hello LuLu. You are as beautiful as your mother.”

I blush again, not used to being complimented like this. “You’re good for our ego, sir. Maybe we’ll invite you over more often.”

“I would like that.” His delicious accent makes even the simplest phrases sound sexy and potentially wicked.

Blushing again, I look down at the book in my hands for distraction. It’s a sci-fi type of book with a strong female lead and a strong side of romance. It was good. Not one of my top ten, but I can see a dude liking it.

As I start to read, Boris leans his head back against the back of the chaise, closing his eyes. I might worry he’s fallen asleep, but I see his face react as I read. His lips are a distraction as they twitch in response to funnier lines in the book. I want to kiss those lips of his and know what they feel like moving against mine. Badly.

I read about three chapters before a big yawn interrupts me. Boris opens his eyes and looks me over.

“You’re tired.”

“It’s way past my bedtime,” I admit.

“One more chapter and then I’ll go.”

I can’t say no to that, can I? I start up again, but this time he doesn’t close his eyes. He watches me the whole time. Every word. And that dark look in his eyes returns—the one I saw when we were dancing earlier.

Is he…turned on? By my reading?

I finish the chapter and then mark the page. We stare at each other for a long time. I can feel my breathing becoming labored until I can no longer deny what’s going on here. My attraction to this man is intensely powerful. He’s just…good…for lack of a better descriptor. Is it possible the perfect man exists, and his name is Boris Drăghici? There’s definitely something different about him from other men. He’s so much more than his amazing body and that chiseled jawline.


The whole package.

And I’m into all of it.

I want him.




About the Author:
Brit DeMille is Raine’s alter-ego in case you didn’t know.

And she is having an absolute blast writing books that are a little bit different from what Raine usually writes. Brit loves stories about sexy billionaires [millionaires make the cut too] who fall in instalove with young women who may or may not be virgins, and then go on to make adorable babies together. In addition to the billionaires, hot hockey players are at the top of her list of favorite heroes, along with royals and ex-military bodyguards.

The most important thing to Brit when she writes a story is a happily ever after. But during the actual writing of the story, the most important thing to Brit is a cup of hot tea with a splash of milk, and a stash of cherry Jolly Ranchers. A dog or two will likely be in between Brit and the chair at any given moment, which is very handy, because they are the ones who approve everything she writes.


Connect with Raine/Brit:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rainemillerromance/
Facebook Reader Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/rainemillerreadalong/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Raine_Miller
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/raine.miller2/
BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/raine-miller
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4930653.Raine_Miller
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2WotVrU


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