Jamie Canning always wondered why his best friend from elite summer hockey camp ghosted him. He has an idea though, and it’s the semi-drunken hookup they had during their last week of camp. Still, to Jamie, one bad decision shouldn’t break up a seven-year friendship.
Years later at the Frozen Four (cringe) college national championship, Jamie and Wes manage to chat a bit. It is still awkward, but they both push through it with the hopes that they can at least be friendly acquaintances.
So, when Jamie shows up as a coach at the same hockey camp he attended as a kid, he is surprised to find Wes waiting there. Jamie is happy to see him but confesses that he still doesn’t understand why Wes vanished years ago. After a hot and sweaty workout (not a euphemism), Wes admits that he felt guilty for “tricking” his straight best friend into letting him give him a BJ. Jamie is like yah, I don’t regret it so stop freaking out. From there, the two of them get to know each other while sharing a dorm room for the six weeks of summer camp.
Ugh…I hate Wes. He is such a douchey jock. He’s twenty-two and his favorite memories from camp are mooning people, getting drunk with Jamie, and pulling dumb stunts. Jamie is slightly better, but he seems strangely charmed by Wes’s assholery.
While the central message of this book is “homophobic assholes suck,” it seems that sexism is totally okay!!!
This is me bracing myself any time a woman who is not a blood relation to either man showed up in the story.
I hated, HATED the language. Any affection I had for the MCs evaporated anytime a women showed up. For example:
- “Thanks doll.”
- “Hockey players don’t have a lot of trouble getting laid, but my old friend obviously enjoys his pick of the litter. She’s hot too. Great rack and a sweet smile. He doesn’t even spare a glance at her perfect ass as she sashays away.
- “Quit sulking like a bitch.”
- Liberal use of the term “puck bunnies”
- “True dat” used non-ironically by one of the MCs
- Referring to the teens he’s coaching as “Ladies.” Oh, and every camper was a boy. No girls play hockey at this camp, no sir!
- “It wouldn’t be fair to all of the straight guys if I threw my hat in the pussy ring.”
I’m giving this two stars because the spice was a good enough motivator for me to skim to the end.