Aspen’s Defense – Silver Spoon Falls Falcons Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)

What we professional athletes. What we stick-wielding madmen who look good in blue, play hard, and love harder. It's a good thing this is Silver Spoon Falls because these hunky hockey players fit right in.

Welcome the Falcons to the roster! These over-the-top athletes are about to play the most important game of the game of love. And the sassy, curvy women of Silver Spoon Falls have no intention of going down without a fight.

Let the games begin!

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Chapter One



I close my eyes with a groan as Jack Whitlock shouts my name, waving his arms over his head in a bid to get my attention. As if I didn't hear him yelling at me like the sky is falling. Everyone in The Golden Mug, the adorable little coffee shop where I work, heard him.


"Yes, Jack?"

"Why is there a delivery truck blocking half the parking lot?"

"Because you double-booked deliveries again." I continue wiping down the counter as I speak. "Margot's Coffee is blocking the alley. Sean had nowhere else to park his truck."

Jack whips his dark head toward the back of the shop, his handsome face the picture of shock. "Shit. It's Tuesday?"

I pause mid-swipe, genuinely curious how the man functions when he doesn't even know what day it is half the time. Actually, I'm not sure he even knows what state he's in half the time. Jack Whitlock, like a large chunk of the population of Silver Spoon Falls, is a millionaire. Or a billionaire. Or whatever you call men with more zeroes in their bank accounts than they could ever hope to spend.

Unlike most, however, Jack does not always have his life together. It's a mystery to me how the man made millions—or billions—when he's a hot mess half the time. He has a brilliant mind, but he needs a keeper. He adamantly refuses to hire an assistant, however. He swears they just get in his way. How he made it to forty-one is a mystery.

"Don't answer that," he mutters, waving me off before I can ask how he lost track of the days this time. I'm not even sure I want to know what's got him distracted now. The list is long, my shift just started, and it's already been a day. "It's too early for you to give me shit."

"Who me?" I bat my lashes at him and stow my wash rag beneath the counter to pour him a cup of coffee. "Never have I ever given you crap that wasn't deserved."

"Right." He snorts, making me smile. The man may be a menace, but he's a great boss. He's also a friend. At least enough of one not to fire me when I inevitably upset a customer, which happens all too often around here.

I am not here to take abuse from the under-caffeinated and overly crabby. My mouth could never…and it often doesn't. But Jack shrugs off the complaints and tells whoever I've upset to be nicer to his staff or not to come back. Most come back. I make fantastic coffee and killer scones. Plus, this is the only coffee shop downtown. It works in our favor.

"I guess I'll go deal with inventory." Jack sighs dramatically.

"Don't you dare. The last time you tried to help with inventory, I couldn't find anything for days."

Jack lifts a brow, stripping off his biker jacket. "Don't you work for me?"

"Not for long," I remind him. I've finally saved enough to buy half of this place from him. Come this time next month, I'll be part owner of The Golden Mug, and Jack will have one less business to worry about. Eventually, I'll own the whole thing. Jack has already agreed to sell it to me when I'm ready. He actually offered to sell it to me on credit, but I refuse to take a handout from anyone. When the ink dries on the deal, I want to know it was because I earned it, not because it was given to me.

My brother, Nash, won't be thrilled when he finds out I plan to buy Jack out. I've been in Silver Spoon Falls for two years, and my brother still thinks I'm too young to be on my own. I know this because he tells me all the time. He's convinced I'm going to come running back home to Washington at any moment.

The world is too big for you, Aspen.

You belong at home where I can keep an eye on you, baby sis.

I'm moving you back home if you don't answer your phone, Aspen Marie.

I love my brother to death, don't get me wrong, but if I could legally beat him with a broom, some days, I think I would. He's always been my best friend. But he's also infuriatingly overprotective. I'm not the sad little girl who needs her big brother to protect her from bullies anymore, as much as he still likes to believe I am. And I'm not moving back in with him.

This is my home now. Texas is in my blood.

"Fine." Jack shakes his head, holding up his hands in surrender. "I'll just sit here and drink my coffee like a good boy and let you do all the work like usual." He swipes his cup off the counter and makes a show of taking a drink. "Why do I even bother coming here anymore?"