RELEASE TOUR - Ruthless Titan by E.V. Olsen
Length: 62,000 words
Series: North Shore Titans book 5
Prior Reading: Recommended, but not essential
Genre: dark, hockey
Designer: Maldo Designs
Tropes: forced marriage, teammates to lovers, broken boys, bi-awakening, virgin MC, hockey
Trigger/Content Warnings: MC with history of SA, MC with heavily scarred body, orphaned MC (parental death), drugging, kidnapping, attempted/threat of filicide, PTSD episodes on page, graphic violence, MC with survivor's guilt, hint of history of child abuse, physical and verbal abuse (by parent toward MC), descriptive sex scenes Kink: forced stillness, face sitting
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I never imagined the ruthless Titan would choose me as his rebellion, or that I’d become his shield.
Hockey was supposed to be my ticket to stability, earning me a scholarship for an education I could never have afforded on my own.
Until Connor Walsh, the ruthless star of the Crestwood hockey team and my captain, corners me with an ultimatum that changes everything.
Marry him, or watch my scholarship—and my entire future—disappear.
It's blackmail, pure and simple. A calculated move in whatever twisted game he's playing with his equally ruthless father. And I'm just a pawn he's willing to sacrifice.
Now I'm trapped in their war, shielding the one person who should be my enemy and learning all over again that safety is just another thing people like me don’t get.
I keep telling myself to hold back, that getting close only leads to hurt. But every day I spend with Connor pulls me in a little more.
And falling for my husband is worse than anything the ruthless titan can threaten me with.
Because love—family—well, they never last.
EXCERPT:
The ferry's engines rumble beneath us as we cut through Long Island Sound toward Connecticut. Leaning against the driver's side door, I continue to watch Henneman's chest rise and fall in the passenger seat. He’s snoring like someone's trying to strangle a bear in slow motion. Makes me want to test if suffocation would improve the acoustics.
I reach over and jab his shoulder.
He doesn’t wake, just shifts in the leather seat, head lolling, then right back to that malfunctioning freight train impression.
Fuck my life.
Actually, fuck his life. One of us isn't making it to Connecticut if this keeps up.
I rub at my temples with my thumbs, reminding myself this was my idea. But there’s still another hour until we dock in New London, and the urge to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze until the noise stops is becoming harder to ignore.
Throwing him overboard is out of the question. My left shoulder still aches from dragging him out of the apartment and into the parking garage two hours ago. He’s six-foot-seven and built like a brick house, but the sedative hit him hard. One moment he was upright, the next he was a ragdoll. I had to half-drag, half-walk him the whole way to the car, hoping to hell no one looked too closely.
They didn’t. No one ever does.
My phone vibrates against the center console, the screen lighting up with Viktor’s name. I decline the call. Again. Fourth time this hour. No doubt my friends are all wondering where the fuck I am when I should be toasting Eli and Alexei right now, celebrating the start of their new life together.
Instead, I'm on a fucking ferry with an unconscious giant, heading to Stonington to commit marriage fraud. Strategic, if nothing else. The kind of move my father would admire if he had anything resembling a soul.
Lucky for me, Connecticut has no waiting period, and no witnesses are required. You can acquire a marriage license and hold a ceremony the same day. We’ll be in and out, then back to Rosewood Bay by dinner.
My parents are planning to announce my engagement to Veronica Callahan at the press conference for the merger next week. Can’t wait for that shitshow. Nothing destroys an arranged marriage faster than a surprise husband.
The thought shouldn't make me smile. It does anyway.
Marrying Ryan Henneman is the cleanest, sharpest play I have left, like threading a pass through three defenders—risky but devastating when it works.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
EV Olsen is an MM romance author who loves to write about Over The Top alpha males who are possessive and completely obsessed with their person or mate. Nothing will get in their way from claiming what's theirs. EV enjoys writing angsty or darkish type romances whether set in contemporary, PNR, or even post-apocalyptic worlds.
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