Title: Come Undone (A Hockey Romance)
Author: Penny Dee
Release Date: TBABlurb:
She’s annoying and tenacious.
And so damn beautiful it’s distracting.
She’s also my new agent. And even though I don’t want a new agent, Mackenzie Eden is pretty determined to be mine.
Did I mention she’s annoying?
So of course I get snowed in with her at my grandfathers logged cabin.
For four days.
Four long, secluded, hot days…
I’ve never met anyone so damn stubborn in my life.
And I’m a sports agent!
But I can see potential in Jake Pennington and I’m determined to draw him out of the darkness and back into the starshine.
The problem? He’s a stubborn ass.
A hot, sexy… * clears throat * …stubborn ass.
Following a career ending tragedy, hockey superstar Jake Pennington decides to pursue a quiet life in Canada. He’s done with hockey and wants nothing more than to see out his days fishing, brooding and forgetting about his past.
But when Mackenzie Eden sees a kindred spirit in him, she enters his life like a snowstorm. She will make him number one again. Why? Because money, her rep and a bet are riding on her making make the unbankable athlete a superstar once again, and she has something to prove.
What she didn’t expect was to fall in love with the hot hockey player. What he didn’t expect was to get a sports agent and a girlfriend, or to play in the Stanley Cup again. But that’s the beauty of life, right? Sometimes when you stop looking for something, it finds you.
Come Undone is a story of two people finding each other in the darkness. A sports romance and romantic comedy, it will make you laugh, cry and fall head over heels in love with a host of rogue characters and two very broken yet funny-as-hell people.https://www.facebook.com/Penny-Dee-342372715926670/?fref=ts
I have written stories for as long as I can remember. I wrote my first book when I was five years old. It was called, The Goodies, and it was a short story about driving to the shops to get some milk. Needless to say, it was a very short book and hardly the page turner. It was also illustrated in orange felt tip pen because it was the only felt tip pen left in the pencil case that wasn’t dried up and useless.
My first attempt at writing romance was in high school when my athletic ambitions were replaced with Sunday sessions in my bestfriends bedroom, smoking cigarettes and writing smut about the hot guy at school. They were dreadfully crude stories. Lots of awkward fumblings in the dark or a series of awful first kisses. They were also very straight forward. Very straight to the point. Because I didn’t have a clue about what I was talking about. And I used terrible words such as “shaft”, “her moist warmth” and “velvet cavern”…yeah, they were awesome.
In following years I wisely gave up the cigarettes, became Mum to the “best kid in the world” and married a vastly understanding and supportive soul who tolerated the complete absence of my inner domestic goddess. Through a lot of trial and error, I think I may have started to write stories other people would want to read … without an orange felt tip pen in sight…