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Today, I am hosting author Colleen Charles’ latest release Flopper, book one in the Vegas Venom series, a contemporary sports romance.  Don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter giveaway.


Title: Flopper
Series: Vegas Venom, book #1
Author: Colleen Charles\
Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, Sports
Publication Date: August 23, 2022

The Vegas Venom turn up the heat in this brand new standalone hockey romance series from USA Today Bestselling Author Colleen Charles.

Blurb:  As one of the top goalies in hockey I live a sweet Vegas lifestyle: VIP treatment at all the hottest spots in town – ushered past every velvet rope – and all the puck bunnies I can handle.

Until my whole world changes when fate takes my sister, leaving her precious baby an orphan.

Even though I’m still mired down in grief, I step up and adopt my niece. After all, I already adore her.

I’ve just started to get a handle on things when the perfect woman literally falls into my lap, sending me and my newfound single dad life reeling.

She’s everything I ever wanted, but how can I offer her my heart while it’s still broken?

After our first meeting, she confesses that she needs lessons in seduction. Easy enough. We agree that once I teach her everything I know, we’ll part as friends.

But when we kiss… I see stars. I catch feelings. And after one taste of her, I’m not willing to let go.

My friends try to warn me not to get too close, but they shouldn’t worry because I won’t let myself fall all the way.

Yeah, about that…

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“Once you’re settling in, you’re going to look into your partner’s eyes.” The workshop leader chuckles. “And before anyone asks, yes, blinking is allowed. This isn’t a staring contest. Now although sexual feelings may come up—and don’t repress them or make them bad—stay present. I want you to relax, be in tune with your body, and feel a soul connection.”

Being present in my body is easy enough. I’m exquisitely aware of every nerve ending, every point of contact, of the heat from Noah’s imposing frame. Meeting his eyes, however, is harder than I thought it would be. It’s easier to look at the floor, at his hands, at his muscular arms…

This man’s blue eyes are hypnotic. Even more than that, they’re haunted.

I’m not sure why. But God help me, I want to know.

I want to crawl inside him until he gives up every single secret to me.

Come on, Molly. You’re being absurd. This whole situation is ridiculous. It’s a game. He’s a player. Just keep up the act.

I force myself to look up into Noah’s face, across the stubble on his cheeks to his slightly parted lips and into his eyes again. I catch my breath at the intensity in his stare. He’s not leering at me—his pupils have expanded, but I don’t think it’s a mark of arousal. He looks almost frightened. Come to think of it, he looks how I feel.

I thought his eyes were blue, but now that I’m closer, I can see flecks of green in them, making them almost turquoise.

I wonder what he sees when he looks at me.

“We’re going to start with deep, slow breaths. Three seconds in, three seconds out. Steady. Deep.” The woman who dragged us inside demonstrates. I assume that she’s sitting on that young guy’s lap now, but I don’t turn to see. Now that I’m looking at Noah, I can’t tear my gaze away.

We do as she suggested, taking long, slow breaths. For the first few exhales, we’re out of sync, but gradually we fall into a rhythm. Other couples around the room do the same, but I’m only vaguely aware of them on the outermost edges of my peripherals. Noah’s eyes dart back and forth, never breaking contact with me, although the connection seems fragile. I’m tempted to laugh just to diffuse the tension. Noah doesn’t, however. Desperation lingers in the depths of his gaze. Something almost helpless.

It’s like I can see inside him to the ticking gears below the surface, but I don’t know him well enough to understand how he’s wired. What is he thinking? I’d give anything to know.

“Perfect,” our guide says. “Now, drop to two seconds per breath. In, and out. Breathe through the mouth. If you’re ready, lean in closer. Don’t break that connection. You’re not going to kiss your partner. As I said before, this isn’t a sexual exercise. This is all about that connection. Not taking anything, not giving anything. Just feeling that energetic connection between two human beings.”

I do as she asks, fully aware that my breasts heave beneath my blouse. That my nipples have formed into ice picks. That my panties have flooded with moisture. How the hell is this not sexual? Noah’s grip on my waist tightens ever so slightly, and I lean toward him as if pulled by a magnet. Now, instead of bracing myself against his shoulders while he leans back in his seat, we’re sitting almost upright.

“Perfect. Nice, smooth breaths. Now, we’re going to go down to short, sharp breaths. I still want you to breathe deeply, from your diaphragm. If you’re familiar with yogic practice, this is going to be similar to ujjayi breath, but you’re welcome to keep your mouth open if you’re more comfortable. You should feel a rising heat in your chest. Shoulders back, spine straight… I want you to be just as aware of yourself as you are of your partner. Everything else should fade away.”

Her voice seems to come from a great distance. Soon, all I can hear is the whoosh of my breath. Noah’s mouth drops open a fraction wider. One hand drops to my thigh, while the other rises to the small of my back, pulling me closer. His eyes never leave my face. I want to roll my hips against him, I want to crush my mouth against his, I want to climb him like a tree and—


—I want more of this intense connection.


“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”  ― Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

Are you willing to discover the beauty within the flaws?

Then this is your tribe.

These are your books.

Colleen Charles is the USA Today Bestselling author of Perfectly Imperfect Romance for perfectly imperfect readers.

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