
So it’s almost that time of year again. That’s right. Hockey season! What? A girl can’t enjoy people smashing other people into plexiglass? Ok. I have to admit that I’ve never actually been to a real, live hockey game. But I’ve read about lots. For some reason, hockey players have become de rigueur for fiction writers. And I’m here for it (almost) every time. These are some good reads, and a couple are some of the better romance books I’ve read for a while.