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New release shoutout with author Linda O’Connor

Love and the Hockey Heist, going live on June 12, is the second book in the series. It starts out with the theft of a treasured travel alarm clock and that triggers a hilarious series of events when Dr. Piper Roblin tries to steal it back! It involves a fake engagement with popular pro hockey player, Brent Dean. The theft of a travel alarm clock is based on a real-life experience of mine. I never did get it back, but turns out, it’s a fun premise for a story.

I also love escape rooms with the challenge of clues to decipher and puzzles to solve. I thought I’d weave that type of white-collar crime mystery into a romance. Add in a smart, sassy doctor and a swoon-worthy professional hockey player, and the stage is set for a fun, clever hockey caper. All of the (stand-alone) stories in this series will have an element of white-collar crime – like a cozy mystery without murder!

Blurb from Love and the Hockey Heist ~ 

Dr. Piper Roblin is peeved. She’s pretty sure her new neighbour stole her travel alarm clock. It may not be worth much, but it has sentimental value. Piper hatches a plan to get it back, but her plan relies on Brent Dean, popular forward of the Brighton Edge hockey team, to finagle a dinner invitation to gain access to her neighbour’s house.

Brent thought the invite from the stunningly beautiful cardiologist was based on a thoughtful gesture to welcome new neighbours to Brighton. He didn’t realize the gig included subterfuge, thievery, and a fake engagement. But he didn’t get to where he is without a lot of hustle and determination, and since he’s always up for some fun, let the games begin.

Enjoy an excerpt from Love and the Hockey Heist ~ 

“I need a fiancé.” Piper Roblin tucked her purse under the stool and sat down heavily. Her shoulder-length hair, the colour of rich dark chocolate flounced around her heart-shaped face. Her three best friends, already seated at the workstations waiting for the cooking class to begin, turned and stared at her with identical expressions: open-mouthed shock. 

Bailey Jansen, a dermatologist with an adventurous spirit, and the most outspoken of their group, was the first to recover. “Excuse me?”

Piper pulled back her shoulders, trying to make the most of her one-hundred-fifty-seven-centimeter height, and raised her chin. “I need a man, a hockey player to be exact.” 

Bailey grinned at the determination in Piper’s brown eyes and waved a hand. “I’ve been saying the same thing for months.”

They looked expectantly at Abigail Clark, a levelheaded emergency room physician, who sat at the workstation in front of them beside the fourth pea in their pod, Sierra Westlake, a serious-minded general surgeon. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Abigail asked.

“Two words. Del Braebury.” Bailey pointed at the impressive diamond ring on Abigail’s left hand. “You’re engaged to the captain of the Brighton Edge hockey team.”

“You can make it happen,” Piper said. 

Sierra raised a hand. “Whoa. Let’s just pump the brakes here. Why do you need a fiancé? Last I heard you were too busy being the chief of cardiology to worry about dating, never mind planning a wedding. And didn’t you say that your parents are big on the whole pre-arranged marriage idea?”

Piper waved that aside. “This is just temporary. I have no intention of settling into a relationship. I accepted an invitation to a dinner party, but the only reason I was invited was because I sort of mentioned that my fiancé played for the Brighton Edge.”

Sierra shook her head. “What? Why would you do that?”

“I was backed into a corner.” Piper gritted her teeth. 

Bailey laughed. “I hear you, sister. You don’t know how many times I’ve needed to use that.”

“Really?”

“No, never. How did that even come up?”

BuyLove and the Hockey Heist

Award-winning author Linda O’Connor started writing romantic comedies when she needed a creative outlet other than subtly rearranging the displays at a local home décor store. Her books have enjoyed bestseller status. When not writing, she’s a physician at an Urgent Care Clinic. She shares her medical knowledge in fast-paced, well-written, romances – with an unexpected twist. Her favourite prescription to write? Laugh every day. Love every minute.

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#teatime character interview with Robecca and #T-Rex

Robecca: Whoo! This is a steamy one y’all, so buckle up as we get to know T-Rex a little bit more. Although, there is nothing little about this man. First question, if you had to pick a favorite food, what would it be? 

T-Rex: If I told you my favorite thing to eat, your show might get cancelled. They don’t call me the Sexual Tyrannosaurus for nothing. 

Robecca: We all know what you’re thinking about and I can’t even be mad at it. Drucilla must be wearing a smile all damn day! Let’s move on to a safer question than your appetite. What is the one trinket you always carry with you? 

T-Rex: Wherever I go, I always bring an angel. When I was little my grandmother gave me this angel charm that she said would protect me. It hasn’t let me down yet… knock on wood. 

Robecca: What is your favorite memory from your childhood and why

T-Rex: I loved Sunday afternoons. My mom would always take me to this local gas station to get ice cream. It was the one day a week that we spent alone.

Robecca: Last question, although I want to know so much more about what makes you tick, but I’ll contain myself. If you feared one thing slipping through your fingers, what would it be? 

T-Rex: My greatest fear would be allowing the love of my life, Druscilla, to slip through my fingers. I never want to be without her. 

Robecca: That is so sweet! Thank you so much for having tea with us T-Rex. If you still need more teatime readers, below is an excerpt for your enjoyment.

T-Rex
They say age ain’t nothing but a number. I wish someone would tell that to my heart. Usually, the life of the never-ending party, I’m now ready to make some changes in my life. After years of chasing tail, I finally found the illusive unicorn who will make me turn in my player card. But wouldn’t you know it, she is just not that into me. Little does Drucilla know, the Sexual Tyrannosaurus, always gets his prey.

Drucilla
The empty nest syndrome is real! As a single mother, I was dependent on my son to occupy my days and sadly, my nights, too. Now that he’s moved out of the house, I have no idea what to do with my free time. My life coach has convinced me to start living for myself. So I wrote a bucket list. Item number one, find a sexy biker to knock some dust off my bed. What’s not on the list is to fall in love. There seems to be a miscommunication between my brain and my heart because T-Rex is all the man I need. Somebody, help me.

Excerpt:

Copyright © 2022 L. Loren

You should have seen Dwight’s face when I walked from behind the curtain. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me. I have never felt sexier and more alive than I did at that moment. After meeting the photographer and getting comfortable in front of the camera, I tapped into my inner Naomi. There were several costume changes throughout the day. Each one made me feel gorgeous. Seeing the way Dwight reacted to me was an aphrodisiac. By the end of the shoot, I was so turned on I could barely walk.  

“Come here, baby.”

I crossed the room only to be wrapped in Dwight’s arms. He couldn’t stop touching me. The look he gave me was something feral. It made me nervous and excited. 

“I will walk through Hell for just one taste of your fire, baby.”

“What?”

“Do you know how good you look? Seriously, Druscilla, there is nothing sexier than a grown woman who has her shit together. She wears her confidence like an accessory. Her body is seasoned, and her experience rolls off her. When she enters a room, her sensuality announces her presence. She doesn’t need to be the loudest person in the room to gain attention. Her aura does that for her. And when she takes her exit, there is an emptiness. You immediately feel her absence and long to see her again.”

“Oh, my.”

“That’s how I feel when you walk into a room, Dru. Like Hell’s fire has burned me to a crisp, yet I still want more of you.”

Meet the author:

USA Today Bestselling Author, L. Loren holds a Business Management Degree from the University of Mount Olive. As a former call center supervisor, her desire to write lay dormant for years, until she found the courage to live her dream. She is currently based in North Carolina with her loving and supportive husband.

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Thank you teatime readers for hanging out with me and our guest today. It’s always a pleasure reading your thoughts in the comments and I love responding to each and every one of you!

  • Buying and reading my books is the biggest complement you can give a writer besides leaving a review. Thank you! Enjoy my books here
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