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Review: Major Misconduct (Aces Hockey #1)
Major Misconduct is a brazenly sexual romp - a romance that is far more raunchy than it is heartfelt, but that’s exactly what the doctor ordered when reading this juicy shortish book about hot hockey hunks. Aside from the cheesy ‘cheese’ jokes, the sex in this story is seriously hot, like ‘5 minutes for fucking’ penalty-hot! The first third of the book is plot, character development and straight up cock-teasing, and the last part consists of smoking hot, straight-up fucking - first with a condom, and then without, to satisfy purists and classicists alike. Oh yeah, and there are some ‘love’ bits thrown in for good measure!

This is definitely a book for people who like their sex between two people who really, really want to fuck each other and know it from the get-go. Lovey and Marc practically start salivating from their first introduction. The deliciousness of the plot is that hockey teammates apparently have a rule that if they’ve known each other for more than 24 hours, any female relative of theirs is off-limits to the other for the hootchie-cootchie. And that, dear readers, is why Marc gets a bad, bad case of blue balls for the lovely Lovey. And that too, dear readers, is how and why Lovey takes great delight in teasing and torturing Marc with everything she’s got that jiggles.

Lovey is a twenty-four year old flake of the highest order. When she breaks up with her much older and ready to settle down boyfriend, she also quits her job in marketing at a cheese company (please don’t ask). Lovey leaves her hometown to move in with her Pro Hockey playing brother in the big Windy City where she can start her life anew. Too bad her foul-mouthed brother didn’t know she was coming, but thank God for his half-naked, French-Canadian hockey captain roommate Marc, who happens to stroll in right after she arrives. Did I mention he was half-naked?

Now, because all of the protagonists are young and athletic (because it would not be so hot to be middle aged and apathetic about getting off of the couch - and I speak from experience here folks), a good portion of the novel is spent getting glammed up and going to hockey games, job interviews, kick-ass sports-bars, hot dates, clubs and the like. So if you like rich people who can afford to do rich-people-things while being young and gorgeous (and who doesn’t!) then this book will definitely get your fantasy engines revving. Everyone drives a sparkly car, wears gorgeous suits and looks amazing doing it all.

The cool thing about all of this wealth, is the contrast that comes from the mostly small town origins these newly wealthy young studs originated from. Many of these hockey prodigies are from shit-in-the-middle-of-nowhere land and while you can take the boy out of the woods, you can’t take the woods out of the boy. Hence the f-bombs dropped and peppered throughout all of their conversations. Things like “Holy fuck but that’s good lasagna!” reminds you that these are still young, relatively uncultured men who have made it in pro sports and are trying to make it in the wider world. I personally loved this aspect of the book because I hate it when the assumption is made that money brings culture, which it doesn’t. It just brings more expensive stuff and fancier things.

Now, being a Canadian myself, I always find anything in modern romance books that is referred to outright as being “Canadian” (and we can lump in things that are hockey-related to that as well) usually gets the campy treatment. Stuff like our accents - no one I know says “Eh, where’s the Tim Horton’s at, Eh?” or speaks in that kind of way at all (though it’s important to know that Tim Horton’s has decent hot chocolate and all the donuts pretty much taste the same).

As such, I was very glad to see that Kelly Jamieson took this story of a French-Canadian hockey god and treated him like a real man, and not some stupid hockey goon with a campy accent and bruised brain. My Quebecoise pal has confirmed that indeed the French swear of ‘Tabernac’ etc. are authentic and appear to be the real way people from the snowy province relate their frustrations to the wider world, so it would appear that Ms. Jamieson scores plus grande points for doing her homework on that front.

Since Marc is the Captain of the team, we get a bit of insight into the pressures that are on his young twenty-seven year old’s shoulders. Not only does he have to set the standard for his team’s play, but he has to be an off-the-ice role model and mentor to many of the younger and even some of the older players as well. So it’s quite a relief when Lovey starts to get her shit together and buckles down to get her social media business up and running, because even with the amazing sexual connection she and Marc have, real day to day life also needs working on as well. Once Lovey starts to become a more responsible adult and takes control of her future and her life, we finally know that Marc and Lovey actually have a shot at long lasting romance - not just short term mind-blowing sex.

The romance between Marc and Lovey seems to have developed rather surprisingly more from Marc’s own heart than from Lovey’s immature take on relationships. Lovey at first seems very content to hop into the sack - or rather, tempt Marc into the sack - for some no-strings-attached sexy fun. But it is Marc that is first to slowly start feeling the dawning of enjoyment of things other than a much naked Lovey beginning to grow on him. The fact that they have to hide their comings and goings (pun definitely intended here) really adds to the sexiness and forbidden quality of their affair. However, the deeper need of Marc to belong to someone adds a real depth and enjoyment for the reader as something other than consummation becomes the thing the reader begins to root for when reading about this couple.

The ending of the story is slightly off with the pacing of Lovey’s transformation and realization of her love for Marc, but hey, better awkwardly quick then never, and it really doesn’t impact the story in any major way. Overall, Major Misconduct is full of exciting sexual scenes and a plethora (yes, I said plethora), of other studly and hunky hockey players all crying out for their own books in this series.

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