
How exactly has one good deed landed me in the penalty box?
Tomboy, an all-new, sexy romantic comedy from USA Today bestselling author Avery Flynn, is available now!


Holy Smokes!!! This book was so good!!! I freaking loved it so much!! The Hartigan’s is one of my favorite family series!!
Fallon is probably my favorite character I’ve read all year!! She makes no excuses about her love of a make up free face, the fact that she would totally get lost in a Sephora, doesn’t like mani-pedis. I can completely relate to her. I’m right there with her, in her lack of fashion interest. She snarky and sassy. She’s self admittedly not nice. But she is! At least in her own way. I love her so much!!
Zach broke my heart with all the walls he had up. They were completely understandable though. I got it. He’s so down on his luck. But his heart is so kind, underneath all his gruffness.
These characters together? Absolute perfection! Tomboy is a must read!!

Excerpt:
The blaring ring echoed off the bare walls of the nearly empty mansion as Fallon Hartigan marched down the hallway with murder on her mind. As soon as she got to the source of that ringing, she was going to give Harbor City what they wanted most and kill the most-hated man in hockey. Sure, she might get arrested, but the metro area would probably throw her a parade. She turned the corner and stopped dead in her tracks outside the open double doors leading to the overpriced defenseman’s bedroom. The man—who’d been puking his guts up less than twenty-four hours ago—was in the middle of a king-size bed, wearing nothing but a smirk and a bed sheet that was draped so low across his hips that she could see miles of those V lines south of his hard abs. Like she was a newbie nurse on her first set of rounds, her breath caught, and a blush she most definitely did not want to appear started to burn her cheeks. Damn her pasty Irish skin. Still, she had to admit, if only to herself, that the view was fucking amazing. The man was a professional athlete and had the muscular, inked-up chest to prove it. Practically against her will, her gaze traveled over the plentiful ink across his pecs and lingered a few breaths too long on his silver nipple rings. Seemingly indifferent to her perusal, Zach swiped his thumb across his cell phone’s screen, ending the incessant ringing. “About time,” he said, his voice a mellow, low rumble. “I’ve been ringing for you for almost ten minutes.” He dropped his phone on the small table next to the bed and then lounged against the headboard, managing somehow to look down his nose at her even with their current height differential. Forget killing him, she was going to go after her bestie. It was Lucy’s fault Fallon was even here. She squeezed her eyes shut and counted to ten as she recalled all the reasons why the man was a menace and not the solution to her three-month-long sexual dry spell. He was a selfish player. He was surly to the press, to the fans, and probably to his neighbor’s dog. He’d banged a puck bunny tattooed with the logo of the Ice Knights’ most hated rival. She counted to another ten while remembering why she couldn’t off him. He was Lucy’s client. He was, for some incomprehensible reason, one of her bestie’s friends. He had the skills to turn around the Ice Knights’ sofar shitty season if he could remove the giant chip from his shoulder and start playing as if he actually liked hockey again. Exhaling a deep breath, she reopened her eyes and barely noticed his muscular shoulders this time as she moved away from the door. There. All better. She’d managed to pack away the Hartigan attitude, and her temper hadn’t even made an appearance. Bully for her. Now to get back to that cool, clinical demeanor she strove for whenever she was on the clock. “You rang?” she asked, managing to keep a good 73 percent of her annoyance out of her tone as she walked farther into the room.