The Goalie (The San Antonio Hyenas #5) Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The San Antonio Hyenas Series by Olivia T. Turner
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
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I met her.
The girl of my dreams.
She's perfect for me in every way.
There's only one thing wrong.
She's the one girl I'm forbidden to have.
The coach's daughter.
His little princess.
He's made it very clear. Grace is off-limits.
But she's the only one I want.
The only one I've ever wanted.
I'm the best goalie in the league.
I can stop anything.
But I can't stop myself from falling for Grace.
I don't care what her dad has to say about it.
His little princess is now mine.

Nothing tastes better than forbidden fruit. But with so much on the line, will Nolan take a bite?

Book Five in The San Antonio Hyenas series featuring hockey's best goalie and the girl who steals his heart. Insta-love at its finest with no cheating and a super sweet HEA always guaranteed. Safe. Double V-Cards. Can be read as a standalone.

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CHAPTER ONE

Nolan

Most people think a hockey goalie isn’t a physical position. They think that since we’re not getting slammed into the boards or dropping gloves every two minutes to fight that we’re not as physical as the other players. Those people are idiots.

Goalies have the most physical position in the sport.

Cadogan, a huge fucker on the other team who probably should be on a football field instead of an ice rink, comes sliding toward me on his chest. The prick is trying to take out my ankles. I dive over him and land on my shoulder with a grunt.

The ref blows his whistle as Cadogan smashes through my net, taking it off the pegs. He crashes into the boards behind me as McKinstry comes storming over to make him pay for the cheap shot.

“You okay, Spiderman?” Sebastian asks with a grin as he grabs my arm and pulls me up.

I glance up at the jumbotron and grin when I see the replay. I got some good height on that one. “All good, buddy.”

Players are always looking for an opportunity to slam into goalies. We’re target number one out here.

But it’s not just the occasional human wrecking ball that goalies have to contend with. We’re on the ice for the entire game. No bench breaks for us. We have to maintain a high level of focus and physical readiness for the full sixty minutes, plus overtime if need be.

We must have the fastest reflexes out here. Diving saves, acrobatic stops—all with the added weight of our gear and while balancing on skates.

There’s a scuffle behind me and McKinstry gets thrown into the penalty box. I love the guy and I appreciate the support, but if he really wants to support me, he can stay on the damn ice for once. My job is infinitely harder when we’re down one player.

The net gets reattached and the game resumes.

We’re playing the Indianapolis Grizzlies tonight. It’s the last game of the season. We’re already in the playoffs, but we want to finish strong by winning the season out.

The Grizzlies get the puck back into our zone and I glance up at the clock.

A minute and a half left to play. We’re up by one. It’s 4 - 3.

Time to focus.

They have an extra player thanks to McKinstry sitting in the damn penalty box, so they’re controlling the play. My eyes are locked on the puck as they pass it back and forth.

That behemoth, Cadogan, returns and stands in front of me, blocking my view. He’s trying to get me to lose sight of the puck. It’s only going to take a split second of confusion for one of those guys to slip the puck under my pads or between my legs.

Not going to happen.

I push Cadogan in the back. He’s so goddamn big that he barely moves. I still can’t see shit. I push him harder and he stumbles forward, giving me some space.

I lose sight of the puck for a second and that’s all it takes. The puck comes flying toward the tiny spot of open net under my elbow. I yank my arm down and that satisfying thud fills my ears as I stop it.

My acrobatics isn’t the only reason why Sebastian calls me Spiderman. I have a spidey sense for the puck. I can feel it around me. I seem to know where it is even when I don’t know where it is. It’s from a lifetime of practice, I guess. That muscle memory runs deep in my bones.

The puck lands on the ice and I dive on it as Cadogan tries to get his stick there first. I cover it up, so that big prick gives me a couple of hard knocks on the face mask with his stick. I cover the puck until the ref blows his whistle.

Music starts blaring in the packed arena as the ref takes the puck and I stand back up.

Forty-seven seconds left.

I take a deep breath as their goalie skates to the bench and an extra player skates out.


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