My Lucky #13

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My Lucky #13 is smart sexy and fun! A hot hockey player a sassy heroine the best superstition ever and a slow burn romance that had me panting until they gave in. And if that wasn't enough a happily ever after that had the crowd cheering. A definite must read! </strong><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>- Carly Phillips NY Times Bestselling Author</em></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Lucky.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The one adjective used to describe my entire hockey career. I prefer to call it hard work at least I did until my game went to complete crap. I haven't scored in eight games and the team owner is talking about trading me.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I've never believed in superstitions. Never needed one. I suppose I was lucky in that way. But now the best way to refer to me is desperate. I'd wear the same socks for an entire year just to be the high-scoring center I used to be.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Imagine my surprise when after spending New Year's Eve with a woman I score a hat trick in the next game-that's three goals in one game for you non-hockey lovers. Now I have to track her down and bribe her to do it again before every game. Get your mind out of the gutter I'm not talking about </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>it.</em></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I find her and when I get to know her better I end up spending more time thinking about </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>her</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> than my </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>game</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> but she's made it clear she wants no part of me. She's going to learn that I didn't become a professional hockey player without having to fight for what I want.</span></p>