Hey, I’m Cindi Madsen and I’m here celebrating the release of CONFESSIONS OF A FORMER PUCK BUNNY. I’ve written four hockey players so far & I love sports romances, so I figured I’d talk about why athletes make such great romance heroes. Ripped bodies from hours of training. Shallow, maybe. But what’s a good fictional escape without a hero with a drool-worthy body? Smooth moves. They’ve got great coordination and know how to push their bodies to the limit. Enough said. Turning sports terms into innuendos is almost too easy. I’d like to check out that tight end. I’m down for some pucking. Penetration is also occasionally thrown out during sports announcing—penetrate the backfield, penetrate the defense. (Does anyone else hear Fat Amy from Pitch Perfect saying “Not a good enough reason to use the word ‘penetrate.’” Just me?) I’d like to sack him. He can sack me anytime… My, that’s a big hockey stick you have… Want me to hold your stick? First base, second base, third base, sliding into home… You can illegally touch me anytime… I’d totally be down for some double-team action. Rear naked choke anyone? (I think you get the point. And are now either…
