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Pucks and Pirouettes by secretgardeninmymind
Pucks and Pirouettes
secretgardeninmymind
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  • Parts 50
When the figure skaters are forced to share their rink time with the ice hockey team for the upcoming season, Becca's peace is disturbed by flying pucks and pass drills. And if that wasn't bad enough already, the ice hockey team's captain has to be blonde, cute, and ... a total bitch. Becca knows that her way to nationals has just been made a lot more complicated, but what she doesn't know yet is that the certain blonde who seems to dislike her so much is going to change her senior year and her life forever ...
Cold Feet by authormaisie
Cold Feet
authormaisie
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  • Parts 35
If you've heard of Disney on Ice, get ready for Lesbians on Ice! In a picturesque college town, figure skater Mallory Kent is picking herself back up after Nationals, where she passed out on the ice during a competition. When she visits her best friend in Wood Springs, she hooks up with the cute, local hockey girl named Lucy. Lucy is absolutely smitten with Mallory, and when she wakes up from their perfect night together, she sees the empty bed. Heartbroken, she continues playing hockey, but she can't get her mystery girl out of her head. After a few weeks go by and Mallory transfers to Wood Springs to be closer to her friends, and is forced to practice with Lucy. With two star players in their respective sports both struggling, practicing together seems like the perfect solution. As Mallory sorts through her own emotional turmoil, Lucy can't help but patiently wait-even at the risk of breaking her own heart.
playtime (sous contrat d'édition chez Nisha et caetera, sortie prochainement) by iwriteyourname
playtime (sous contrat d'édition chez Nisha et caetera, sortie prochainement)
iwriteyourname
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  • Parts 6
"Tu veux baiser ?" Voilà ce qu'il m'a dit après avoir appris que j'étais puceau. Il me l'a dit avec tellement de facilité, comme si ce n'était rien d'autre qu'une formalité, un papier à signer, une lettre à poster. Mais je ne suis pas comme lui. Lui couche à droite et à gauche, pour de l'argent, des services, un toit où dormir. Il n'a pas d'attaches, ni d'attentes. Mais je ne suis pas comme lui. Peut-être devrais-je plus lui ressembler pour qu'il me remarque ? ROMAN SOUS CONTRAT D'ÉDITION CHEZ NISHA ET CAETERA, PROCHAINEMENT DANS VOS LIBRAIRIES
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