Serious relationships are NOT meant for College…
At least that’s what Justin believes. As a member of the Mooseheads Hockey Team, Justin is known for three things: Hats, Parties, and giving the best advice around.
As he starts his junior year of college at Monroe University, he knows it will be the best one yet. Life is going great for Justin, until Becca stumbles her way in. When she tells him she’s pregnant after a drunken one night stand that neither can fully remember, he’s left with a choice. Will he step up and be the man they need him to be, or will he run away like his own parents did?
This story is told from both Justin and Becca’s POV. It involves themed college parties, lots of different hats, and some interesting ideas for baby gifts.
The Mooseheads Hockey Series is a set of standalone hockey romance books. They can be read separately, but may be better enjoyed in order.
Targeted Age Group:: 18+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I was inspired to write this book after falling in love with Tattoo, who was a side character in my first book, Open Lanes. I really loved the party-throwing, advice-giving teammate who helped Brayden out.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Justin was a fun character who I took parts of some of my favorite people from college and combined into one character. When I was planning his love interest, Becca, I tried to figure out what would it take to make the fun-loving party boy change his ways.
August – Junior Year
I stood in the empty hallway outside the first class of the semester and cursed myself for oversleeping this morning. Class started twenty minutes ago, and I was fairly sure there was still green paint on parts of my body from last night's party. Paint that hadn’t come off in the quick two-minute shower I had managed to take before heading out for my class. From underneath the door I could hear the telltale click of the professor’s nails against the lectern as she lorded over the students.
I had taken classes with Professor Janowitz last year and knew she hated tardiness almost as much as she hated jocks. Unfortunately for me at this moment, I was both a hockey player and fashionably late.
Rolling my eyes toward the ceiling I took a deep calming breath in and turned the knob on the heavy wooden door pushing it open into the auditorium. Of course, to make matters worse, the class was silently writing, and the door squeaked loudly, announcing my presence to the rest of the students. Professor Janowitz’s head swiveled like the little girl in The Exorcist to glare at me over her black cat-eyed glasses.
“Mr. Samson, so nice of you to humble us with your presence today. I hope our class isn’t interrupting your hockey time.” She said with a sneer in her nasally voice, as she reached up with her pointer finger and pushed her glasses back up. Her brown hair was pulled back in its normal twist and she wore minimal makeup. Professor Janowitz couldn’t be older than her late twenties, but she dressed and acted like she was so much older. Today she had on a simple black dress that resembled the shape of a brown paper bag, and white pearls that sat modestly along her neck. Come to think of it, I think my grandmother wore something similar to the last family funeral.
“I’m so sorry, Ms. er… I mean Professor Janowitz. I had a problem with my alarm this morning. It won’t happen again.”
“Uh-huh. I’m sure it won’t. Take a seat, the first assignment is on the board. You only have ten minutes left, then we are moving on. Don’t think you will get any special treatment from me because you can’t get to class on time.” Huh, I guess we weren’t going to just go over the syllabus today like we would in every other class.
Last semester, a few of us had come up with the theory that she was bullied by jocks in school and never got over it, so now she punished us all. Honestly, after last year, I would have done anything to avoid taking another class with her, but she was the only person teaching this course right now, and I really needed to take it.
With a sigh, I nodded at her and took a seat in the third row next to a girl with long blonde hair who I had never seen before. She was chewing on her pen and had nothing written down on the page in front of her.
“Hey.” I told her as I plopped down in the seat next to her while rummaging through my bag for a pen. Finally finding one stuffed at the bottom, I hoped that it still had ink in it and pulled the notebook that was in there from last semester out, while opening it to a blank page. When I looked over at the girl next to me, who still hadn’t answered me, I found her staring at me with wide eyes, like I was about to murder her or some shit. Weird. Not looking to get into any more trouble with the professor on the first day, I gave her a small smile and turned my head back to the front and read the prompt on the whiteboard.
“One theory of human sexuality states that our principle motivating force is our sex drive. Do you agree or disagree? Explain.” I muttered out loud as I mentally chastised myself for not stopping at the bookstore over the weekend to get my textbooks like I had originally planned. Assuming this prompt probably had something to do with the reading I was supposed to do before class started, I knew the morning wasn’t going to get any better. Fuck my life.
Ten minutes later Professor Janowitz’s voice echoed through the quiet auditorium, “Pens down and pass your papers over to the person sitting at the end by the center aisle. Then pass them forward please.”
I looked over as our row passed them toward me and noticed that the girl next to me had managed to write a full page since I sat down. I frowned down at my own three sentences of bullshit. This was definitely not a good way to start a semester, especially with Professor Janowitz. With another sigh, I added my pile to the one from the students behind me, before passing it onto the kid in the backwards hat with the Mooseheads hockey logo that was sitting in front of me.
As soon as all the papers were in her hand, the professor dropped them on her desk and found her way back to the lectern at the front of the room. Starting her lecture, she pointed out important details within the presentation, while I tried to pay attention. I tried really hard, but honestly, I was more interested in the quiet girl sitting next to me. She still hadn’t spoken a word, but she had my undivided attention nonetheless.
After what I’m sure was a riveting forty-minute lecture on the prominent theories in the world of sexuality, the professor finished with, “Everyone pair up with the person next to you, start from the center aisle, and move outward. These will be your partners for the whole semester. Introduce yourselves because there will be many assignments and you will be getting to know each other very well. Your first assignment is listed on the digital classroom website and is due next week.” Ending off on that note she stepped toward the desk and began putting her stuff away, preparing to leave.
Meanwhile, with a smile on my face, I turned to face the beautiful blonde who had held my attention longer than anyone ever had, but she was staring at me like she was caught in a horror film and I was the masked killer. What was up with this girl?
“Hi, I’m Justin.” I said holding my hand out to hers. She hesitantly moved her hand into mine and as her soft skin slid against my rough skin, electric shocks shot up my arm. Trying not to pay any attention as to why I was reacting so strangely with her, I focused on her hand in mine. It was so small and delicate compared to my large hand, that I was afraid to even squeeze in fear of hurting her.
“Becca,” she whispered so quietly that I barely heard her over the noise of the other students.
“Well, Becca, looks like we’re gonna get to be real good friends here.” Still holding her hand in mine, I rubbed the other along the back of my neck in embarrassment. Where had my swagger gone? We’re gonna get to be real good friends here? Really? Shaking my head, I continued. “I haven’t had a chance to look at the questionnaire, or even the syllabus yet, but I had the good old professor last year, so I can imagine it will be intensive and intrusive.”
“Yes, she doesn’t seem to like you.” She responded while her piercing blue eyes looked anywhere but at me.
“Pretty sure she doesn’t like anyone who plays a sport.” I respond with a chuckle. “Don’t worry though, it shouldn’t affect your grade. I’m the one who will have to hand in grad level work. She will probably give you extra credit just for having to put up with me.”
She continued to stare at me, just nodding her head, so I continued talking in an attempt to keep the conversation going, not ready to let her leave just yet.
“When’s a good time for you to meet up? Practice doesn’t really start for me for a few weeks, so my schedule is pretty open right now, but once the season starts hockey comes first. I would like to get this done and out of the way as quickly as possible.”
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