Here's Jesse H Reign's latest novel "The Legend Next Door." It's the second novel in the Totally Pucked series.
["I didn’t think hockey was the game for me…now I’m obsessed.
My new neighbor, Ben Stirling, is a beautiful, famous ex-player. A living NHL legend. A single dad with sad eyes and a smile I feel in my knees.
I’ve never met anyone like him. He’s what would you’d get if you squeezed masculinity through a sieve. He’s the grit. The pulp. The hard stuff that leaves a sweet taste in your mouth. On top of that, he’s kind and funny, and did I mention he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on?
Obviously, he’s straight.
And obviously, that’s fine.
It’s not like I’m going to flirt with him. Or fall for him."]
Wow. This book made me cry quite a few times. And not because it was sad. I mean it was sad. But I cried because it was so happy. These two--these three--were so fucking happy. It was easy (after we got over our big feelings and talked--and didn't talk). They fell from a heavy friendship into a family in a manner of days. It was beautiful and glorious and healing.
Also, that whole scene where Ben and Jeremiah had their first kiss? The whole crashing sound next door at Ant and Robbie?! Dying. I'm dead. It killed me. I reread that scene so many times, and not entirely for that first kiss. A tiny as hell detail, made all the better if you remembered the epilogue of the pervious book.
Trigger Warnings: loss and bereavement, and more.
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