• The Pilot and the Puck-Up by Pippa Grant
The Pilot and The Puck-Up
Pippa Grant
Contemporary Romance
February 16, 2018

When you’re named after the king of the gods, the world expects certain things of you.

Tough? Damn right.

Smart? Don’t let the hockey uniform fool you.

Large and in charge? Honey, I’m the biggest, baddest, mother pucking-est machine to ever own the ice. I shoot. I score. In and out of the rink. I don’t come early, but I come often, if you know what I mean. And I always leave the ladies wanting more.

Until that chick last night.

I’m no one-thrust wonder, and you’re damn right I’m going to prove to her I can do better. But every time I think I’m finally on my way back into her pants, she one-ups and out-balls me.

I should cut my losses, lick my wounds, and walk away.

But Zeus Berger doesn’t walk away from anything.

Especially when she's the only woman in the world who might be able to handle me.

The Pilot and the Puck-Up is a standalone romantic comedy featuring a hockey player whose ego is the only thing bigger than his shoe size, the most badass woman to ever fly a plane, rubber chockey (don't ask), and no cheating or cliffhangers.

“I’m gonna love this woman until the day I die.”

I am ashamed of myself. And yes, I see the irony of the fact that it took a fictional character to get me to open my eyes and realize that I am guilty of judging a book, or two, by its cover. (And in this case the books would be a large and in charge hockey player hiding a heart of gold, and a balls to the wall chick, with an attitude to match, who has never found anyone strong enough to handle her.)

Zeus Berger probably came out of his mother’s womb half-man. I say half because there had to be enough room in there for his twin, Ares, as well. And yes, he is enormous- in size, in personality, in ego and well, somewhere else that it counts, as well. (Foot size!! I’m talking about feet, people!!) On the ice, his nickname, The Brute, is true to form. He’s a take no prisoners kind of player. And both on the ice and off he sees what he wants and he goes after it. He loves pranks, can never say no to a bet, and is accustomed to getting his way. Until Joey Fireball Diamonte crosses his path.

Essentially Zeus in female form, Joey is badass. Former military special ops turned pilot, she owns her own company which specializes in zero-G flights. She’s a little short on charm, and long on ummm, balls? Her motto, in EVERY aspect of her life, is, ‘if you want something done right, do it yourself’. And all she wants right now? Is for someone to invest in her company in order to make it competitive in space exploration and training. It’s her sole focus at the moment. At least, it was, before a cross-dressing hockey player with a competitive edge turned his focus on her.

Joey and Zeus are two of a kind. Confident, successful, larger than life. But there is SO much more to them. And Pippa Grant’s unbelievable writing ability allows the softer sides of these phenomenal characters to surface. Outwardly they are both driven and cocky. But as the story continues and layers are peeled back, we are able to see the depth of their love for family, their vulnerabilities, Zeus’s hidden intelligence and love for baking from scratch and the secret Joey has been hiding for a decade, or longer.

I adored Chase and Bro in Mr. McHottie. I swooned over Knox and Parker in Stud in the Stacks. But I have completely fallen in love, heart and soul with Zeus and Joey. Pippa Grant has a hat trick for sure.