Sleet Series [Books 1-3] - S.J. Tilly

Written by S.J. Tilly
Read by Aubrey Vincent, Tor Thom
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Sleet Kitten, Sleet Series, Book 1
Length: 7 hrs and 44 mins

There are a few things that life doesn’t prepare you for.

Like what to do when a super-hot guy catches you sneaking around in his basement, or what to do when a mysterious package shows up with tickets to a hockey game (because, apparently, he’s a professional athlete). Nor how to handle it when you get to the game and realize he’s freaking famous, since half of the 20,000 people in the stands are wearing his jersey.

I thought I was a well-adjusted adult–reasonably prepared for life. But one date with Jackson Wilder, a viral video, and a “I didn’t know she was your mom” incident, and I’m suddenly questioning everything I thought I knew.

But he’s fun. And great. And I think I might be falling for him. But I don’t know if he’s falling for me, too, or if he’s as much of a player off the ice as on.
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Sleet Sugar, Sleet Series, Book 2
Length: 7 hrs and 22 mins

My friends have convinced me: no more hockey players.

With a dad who is the Head Coach for the Minnesota Sleet, it seemed like an easy decision. My friends have also convinced me that the best way to boost my fragile self-esteem is through a one-night stand.

A dating app. A hotel bar. A sexy-as-hell man who’s sweet, and funny…and did I mention sexy-as-hell?

I fortified my courage and invited myself up to his room. Assumptions. There’s a rule about them. I assumed he was passing through town. I assumed he was a businessman, or maybe an investor, or accountant, or literally anything other than a professional hockey player. I assumed I’d never see him again.

I assumed wrong.
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Sleet Banshee, Sleet Series, Book 3
Length: 8 hrs and 5 mins

Mother-freaking hockey players.

My friends found their happily-ever-afters with a couple of sweet, doting, over-the-top, in-love athletes. They got nicknames like Kitten and Sugar. But me? I got stuck with a dickhead who riles me up on purpose and calls me Banshee.

Yeah, he might have a voice made explicitly for wet dreams. And he might have a body and face carved by the gods. And he might have a level of Alpha-hole that gets me all hot and bothered.

But when he presses my buttons, he presses ALL my buttons. And I’m not the type of girl who takes things sitting down (I mean, I only got caught on my knees that one time. In the museum).

But when my decisions get one of my friends hurt, I can’t stop blaming myself. And him. Except he can’t take a hint. And I can’t keep my panties on.