The main characters of this book, King and Queenie, were a great addition to the previously established cast of characters, and I loved getting to know them and watch their romance unfold. They seemed like complete opposites at first, but they complemented each other in all the ways that mattered, and it was very easy for me to cheer them on to their HEA. Overall, I highly recommend "A Secret for a Secret" for anyone who enjoys a good contemporary romance and/or romantic comedy, whether or not you've previously picked up one of Ms. Hunting's books.
About "A Secret for a Secret"
From New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting comes a new romance about trading secrets, breaking the rules, and playing for keeps.
My name is Ryan Kingston, and I’m a rule follower. I’ve never been in a fistfight. I always obey the speed limit. I don’t get drunk, and I definitely don’t pick up random women at bars.
Except the night I found out that my whole existence has been a lie.
I got drunk. And picked up a stranger.
Her name was Queenie, and she was everything I’m not: reckless, impulsive, and chaotic. We did shots and traded secrets. And ended up naked at my place.
She left me a thank-you note in the morning and her panties as a parting gift. But no way to contact her.
Six weeks later I’m sitting in the first official team meeting of the season, and there she is. I neglected to mention that I’m the goalie for Seattle’s NHL team. And Queenie? Turns out she’s the general manager’s daughter.
Read an Excerpt from "A Secret for a Secret"
“You think our GM got himself an assistant?”
I follow his gaze to the front of the room. Standing at the desk with her back to us, arranging papers, is a woman with wavy chestnut hair that nearly reaches her waist. “Maybe an intern?”
She’s wearing a navy dress that conforms to her very feminine form. I trace the dip of her waist and the curve of her hip, skimming down to where the hem of her dress hits the bend in her knee. Her calves are bare, athletic, and toned, and her heels boast a little bow on the back. Classy, yet sexy. “Possibly.”
“I hope the eye candy is gonna be permanent,” someone at the table behind us says, loud enough for everyone close by to hear.
“I wouldn’t mind if she helped me with my jockstrap,” one of the other guys chimes in, eliciting a loud chuckle from the rest of the table.
I glance over my shoulder and pin them with an unimpressed glare. I recognize Foley from Tampa, and Dickerson is an LA trade. They’re notorious womanizers. “Watch your mouth and have some respect. That’s someone’s daughter.”
“Take it easy, King. It’s not like we’d actually say that to her face,” Foley says.
I don’t have an opportunity to reprimand him further because the GM, Jake Masterson, and our head coach, Alex Waters, enter the room through the side door. The GM crosses over to the woman, whose back is still turned to us, and he gives her a smile that seems . . . overly warm. He leans in and squeezes her shoulder as he says something with his mouth close to her ear.
“Maybe she’s not his assistant. Maybe she’s his new girlfriend, ’cause that looks pretty damn friendly to me.” Bishop jams a sausage link into his mouth.
“Maybe,” I agree.
She turns slightly, giving me a glimpse of her profile. Her cheeks are flushed pink. I blink a couple of times, because she seems incredibly familiar.
“I think I know her,” I mumble, more to myself than to Bishop.
“Not as well as our GM does, by the look of things.”
It hits me like a puck in the chest without pads on. I do know her. Queenie. My one-night stand who bailed the next morning and left a Post-it and panties hanging from my doorknob. Destroyed panties. “Oh God.”
Did I sleep with the GM’s girlfriend? Memories come barreling into my brain, and I want to sink into the floor. My behavior that night was highly atypical. Everything about that night was. I chalked it up to the alcohol, the family drama, and the fact that she seemed to be a very eager and willing participant in our adventures. Do not think about the things you did to her.
I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about Queenie and our night together. I’ve even considered driving by the bar where we met, but I don’t know if she’s likely to show up there. And it’s not as if I can ask the bartender about her without looking like a creep. Besides, if she wanted me to have her number, she would’ve left it.
“Are you okay? You look like you’re about to hurl,” Bishop asks.
I cover my mouth with my palm, not because I’m going to be ill but to hide the fact that it’s hanging open and I can’t seem to close it. Although my stomach is starting to do those awful somersaults that will soon turn into full-on nausea. The kind I used to get when I’d first hit the ice for a game.
This is bad. Really bad. I’ve never had a one-night stand before. I’ve always been in committed relationships, and I prefer to get to know my bed partners before they actually get into bed with me. Teen pregnancy was pretty common where I grew up in Tennessee, because there wasn’t much else to do apart from playing sports or getting into trouble with drugs and alcohol—my brother, Gerald, went the latter route. I obviously fit into the sports category. By the time I became a teenager, my parents had finally learned their lesson. It was drilled into me to never become that kind of statistic, or to turn my girlfriend into a mom before she was ready to take on more than senior-level algebra.
Ironic how my actual mother would’ve been one of those girls had my grandparents not made the choices they had.
“King?” Bishop nudges me. “You’re staring, man.”
Jake whistles with his fingers, causing the woman beside him to cringe but then quickly school her expression into an uncertain smile. “Who’s ready for a new season?”
He’s rewarded with a chorus of cheers from the players. Waters stands off to the side, clapping enthusiastically. He generally runs all team meetings, but Jake is a hands-on GM, so he always manages first meeting intros before he hands it over to our coach.
Jake waits for everyone to settle down and take their seats before he continues. “Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to my personal assistant, Queenie.” He throws his arm over her shoulder and pulls her into his side.
A hot spike of anger rushes down my spine—it’s a foreign feeling. I’m usually very level headed. But not right now. It’s obvious by the way Jake and Queenie interact that there’s a relationship there. Is she a cheater? Did she make me one? There’s a definite age gap. He’s young for a GM, but he’s in his forties, and I’m pretty sure she’s in her mid twenties.
“She also happens to be my daughter, so don’t get any ideas, boys.” He somehow manages to wink and glare at the same time.
And it just went from bad to worse.
My one-night stand isn’t my GM’s girlfriend; she’s his daughter.
My Review
I adored Helena Hunting's "A Secret for a Secret," book #3 of the All In series. I didn't find it to be quite as laugh out loud funny as the second book of the series ("A Favor for a Favor"), but it was still very amusing, and definitely heartwarming.
The male leads of the first two books in this series, Rook and Bishop, were wonderful, but I think book #3's Ryan "King" Kingston may be my new favorite. He has absolutely earned a place on my top book boyfriends of all time list! King reminded me a bit of the guys on those insurance commercials that warn against turning into your parents after buying a house because he seemed prematurely middle-aged or old in some of his habits, but I had to laugh every time one of those aspects of his personality was revealed. In general, King was very sweet, thoughtful, responsible, and cautious in the ways you'd want in a romantic partner (aside from his driving; that would have driven me crazy!), but when he was alone with Queenie and finally lost control, it was electrifying.
Queenie was also a wonderful lead character: very funny and sweet, as well as much smarter, more talented, and more competent than she believed herself to be. Thank goodness she had her dad, Jake, when she was growing up because her mom was awful, and Queenie needed someone to encourage her instead of putting her down. I loved watching her finally overcome her self-confidence issues (with Jake and King's help) so that she could pursue her dream career. I also enjoyed the sweet friendship she developed with Alex and Violet's daughter, Lavender, which showed not only what a great therapist Queenie would be, but also what a great mom.
In addition, I thought King and Queenie's relationship grew at just the right pace, and they made a perfect match because he really did seem like the calm to her storm. I loved how King always encouraged, supported, and stood up for Queenie, and she teased him into not letting his life become too routine or boring. I also appreciated that she didn't try to change him just for the sake of change. So what if he wanted to wear khakis and a white polo shirt every day? It wasn't hurting anyone!
Finally, Queenie's dad, Jake, was pretty awesome, and I would love for him to get a story of his own at some point in the future. I have a pretty good suspicion as to whom he might be matched with based on the events of this book, but don't want to speculate here so as not to spoil things for those who have not yet read it.
In any event, "A Secret for a Secret" was yet another excellent addition to Helena Hunting's body of work, and I can't wait to see what she comes up with next!
*ARC provided by the author via Social Butterfly PR. All opinions expressed are my own.
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