Icebreaker: A MM Hockey Romance (Portland Lumberjacks Book 1): Release Blitz, Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway

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Axel Karlsson, a grumpy hockey defenseman in the twilight of an NHL career haunted by scandal and injury, is traded to the Portland Lumberjacks, a startup expansion team. There, he meets Quinn O’Reilly, a sunshiny, brash, talented rookie with a heart of gold.

Despite their differences, Axel and Quinn are drawn to each other, finding unexpected connections amid the pressures they face in trying to make the Lumberjacks contenders.

As they navigate the ups and downs of their relationship, Axel and Quinn find strength and support in their loved ones – Axel’s artistic sister Maja and stoic father Sven, Quinn’s fiercely protective sister Maggie and lovable best friend Milo.

But the road to happily ever after is never smooth, and Axel and Quinn must confront the ghosts of their pasts and the challenges of their present if they hope to have a future. With the help of their found family on the Lumberjacks and the love they’ve forged against all odds, they’ll learn that even the most battered and bruised hearts can thaw and bloom with the warmth of love and acceptance.

Icebreaker, Book 1 in Portland Lumberjacks, is a mm hockey romance with grumpy/sunshine, first time, and age gap themes, steamy scenes, and a guaranteed happily ever after.

Title: Icebreaker
Authors: Blair Brady
Length: 60k
Series: Portland Lumberjacks, Book 1
Genre: Contemporary, Sports – hockey.

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Quinn Confesses to Best Friend, Moose

Moose’s manic grin softened into a gentle smile. “I should think so. Hopefully, you felt more than one thing. You’ve been dreaming about this moment for most of your life. It’s okay to be excited about it. I’d be screaming my fool head off.”

I nodded, swallowing around the lump starting to form in my throat. Moose was right about my excitement, and I did demonstrate that at the rink, but I was hesitant to say more—worried that the rest of the story would tumble out.

He tilted his head to the right. “It’s not like you to be quiet. Where’s brash Quinn O’Reilly? Did he leave the room?”

“Well, I guess there was something,” I blurted out. All Moose had to do was look at me a certain way, and all my secrets tumbled into the open. “I guess it might be someone instead of something else.”

Suddenly, one of Moose’s eyebrows arched nearly up to his hairline. “Oh, do tell.” He leaned forward with his chin propped on his hands, exaggerating his interest in my day. “Was he a cute singer with dimples? Or maybe a goalie with…well, you’ve told me about what kind of ass they have.”

I smacked him with a throw pillow from the couch. “No, doofus,” my cheeks flared beet red. “It’s…uh, fuck… can’t believe I’m saying this.”

“No turning back now.”

I sighed heavily. “Axel Karlsson.”

Moose blinked, and his mouth fell open in surprise. “Axel Karlsson? That guy you told me about? We watched him growling like a feral beast in a press conference. I thought he would eat those reporters for a late-night snack.”

I nodded and buried my face in my hands. “Yeah, that guy. I think…well, I guess I know… I’ve got a crush on him.”

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