Rookie’s Regret (Tennessee Thunderbolts #3) Read Online Gina Azzi

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Tennessee Thunderbolts Series by Gina Azzi
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
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Lioness. That’s the first word that comes to mind when I see the brilliant redhead selling cupcakes at the hockey arena.

With the soul of an artist and the spirit of a nomad, Bea Turner is gorgeous, quirky, and refreshing.
She’s also my teammate’s little sister.
As the Tennessee Thunderbolts’ Rookie, I should steer clear. I’m here to play hockey and provide much-needed financial security for my family. To do that, I need to avoid distractions.
Bea doesn’t just distract me; she flips my world upside down.
One bad joke has me pursuing her. One date and I crave more. Calling her mine? Well, now I’m dreaming of a future.
The life of a hockey player — trades, travel, uncertainty — isn’t for the heart of a creative. Bea desires adventure and possibility, not early morning skates and strict exercise regimens.
When I’m thrust into a situation at odds with Bea’s dream career, I know I can’t hold her back.
If we’re meant to be, we’ll make it work. But what if we’re not?

What if my greatest regret is letting my lioness go?

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ONE

BEA

“This is what you’re supposed to want,” I remind myself as I place down the quirky vase with my favorite succulent—echeveria—on the windowsill.

I fiddle with the group of succulents already resting there and gaze out the window. The street I spent most of my childhood biking down looks the exact same. The mailboxes are lined up in a neat row. Mrs. Hall’s garden is in full bloom. Even the patch of sidewalk where my brother Bodhi and I pressed our palms in wet concrete is still there. My twelve-year-old handprint immortalized like a bee in amber.

“Bea?” my eldest brother Beau hollers from the foot of the stairs.

I sigh and square my shoulders. It was my decision to move back home after graduating from art school. I stretched it out as long as I could, finally earning my degree in early January.

Nevertheless, I offered. Living in our tiny corner of Tennessee is what I always said I wanted. In fact, if Beau and Bodhi hadn’t supported my decision to attend art school in Nashville, I’d probably be right here, in this very room, gazing at the same street. Exactly as I am right now.

I move to the doorway. “Up here, unpacking!”

Beau’s heavy footfalls sound on the stairs and I loiter in the doorway, waiting for my brother’s strong, formidable frame to come into view.

He grins when he sees me. It’s the same easygoing smile of my childhood but now, Beau’s eyes are different. They’re shaded in a disconnect, a distance I don’t fully understand. Bodhi says war and time away from home does that to a man. Since Beau served two tours in Afghanistan as well as several embassy duties, I guess Bodhi’s right.

“You settling in okay?” Beau asks, leaning against the opposite wall and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Just unpacking my plants.”

The corner of my brother’s mouth lifts. “You sure about this, Bea? You could have tried for a job in Boston or L.A. You didn’t have to—”

“I want to be with Gran,” I cut him off. I mean it too. After our parents were killed in a freak helicopter accident when I was nine, Gran took all five of us Turner kids in, and raised us as her own.

Now, she’s nearing ninety and starting to slow down. After a close call that involved hairspray and the fire department, a near flood in the basement, and a fall that should have resulted in a broken hip, it’s clear Gran can’t be on her own.

With the twins, Brody and Blake, in California, and Bodhi making a real name for himself in Miami, it’s my turn to be here. Beau has held things together since his honorable discharge from military service. Now, he’s embraced his dream career, playing goalie in the NHL for the Tennessee Thunderbolts. My brothers have sacrificed years, career opportunities, and social lives to raise me along with Gran. It’s time for me to step up and start taking care of my family, even if a small part of my heart yearns for something beyond the state lines.

“It’s good to have you back, kid,” Beau says.

“Nashville isn’t that far away,” I remind him.

Beau shrugs. “It feels different, knowing you’re here. I can’t tell you the peace of mind I have knowing you’ll be looking after Gran.”

“Are you all packed and ready to move to your bachelor pad?” I joke, knowing that Beau is desperate to have his own space. Between his massive career change and the PTSD that followed him home, he needs it. Gran’s hovering over him has only exacerbated his anxiety.

The pinch between Beau’s eyebrows deepens, another shadow passing through his gaze. I tilt my head, realizing how much my brother needed me to come home to watch over Gran.


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