Elizabeth Inglee-Richards- Acchrocher Ses Patins Portfolio
Genre: Paranormal hockey romance
Flame rating: Warm to Scorching
Publisher: Books To Go Now
Tour long Giveaway: 3 copies of the book and 3 hockey charm bracelets
Dates: November 11th thru 30th
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Elizabeth Inglee-Richards is a writer of urban, and suburban fantasy. She loves writing about fairies, werewolves, witches and what have you, all set in the modern world. She particularly loves the tension created when the paranormal world touches our real world. Her work is mostly set in Delaware or Massachusetts, the only two places she knows well enough to set fiction.
In the nineteen twenty’s the world of Ice Hockey was changing forever, spreading south into the US markets. Two young lovers from New Brunswick were preparing to get married when the young man is offered his dream job as a goalie for a team based in Halifax. The couple has no idea what changes they are going to have to make for the team that doesn’t just wear the Hyena, they become the hyena quite literally.
Jennot and I were newly engaged, and he was set to finish school in the spring. I thought at the time, that Raymond had mistaken us for a married couple, but even then it would have been odd for him to approach me first. A man’s employment wasn’t his wife’s place to choose. I didn’t know about Bouda; I didn’t know about anything outside the normal life back then. He and his wife sat near me for the rest of the game, watching Jennot, watching the other boys and― I found out later― watching me.
It was an ugly game. A feud had erupted in the town about something ― I can’t quite remember what now― and many men came to me for repair work. I tended all of them with more skill than I had been allowed to use on my Jean-Mark. I doubted that any of the other men were scared that day.
Back then, there was next to no safety equipment for goalies, and you either had to be very brave or very stupid to take up the position.