BOOK REVIEW: Pucked by Helena Hunting

Title: Pucked

Author: Helena Hunting

Series: Pucked #1

Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance

Published: May 3rd 2015 by Helena Hunting

Rating: 4/5 stars ★★★★


With a famous NHL player for a step-brother, Violet Hall is well acquainted with the playboy reputation many hockey stars come with. She’s smart enough to steer clear of those hot, well-built boys with unparalleled stamina. That is until she meets the legendary team captain—Alex Waters.

Violet isn’t interested in his pretty, beat-up face, or his rock-hard six-pack abs. But when Alex inadvertently obliterates Violet’s previous misapprehension regarding the inferior intellect of hockey players, he becomes more than just a hot body with a face to match.

In what can only be considered a complete lapse in judgment, Violet finds out just how good Alex is with the hockey stick in his pants. But what starts out as a one-night stand, quickly turns into something more. Post-night of orgasmic magic, Alex starts to call, and text, and e-mail and send extravagant—and quirky—gifts, making him difficult to ignore, and even more difficult not to like.

The problem is, the media portrays Alex as a total player, and Violet doesn’t want to be part of the game.


4 of 5 stars to Pucked by Helena Hunting


I made good of my promise to check more of Helena Hunting’s work and a co-blogger (thank you, Book Twins Reviews!) recommended Pucked, the first in her hockey series. The book was absolutely enjoyable thanks to the by far, the most hilarious MC I have read in a while. Violet’s unfiltered and dirty mouth is the funniest.

““Thanks for the save. I thought she was gonna whip my dick out right there.”
I scoff. “Whatever. Your micro-wang is barely visible to the naked eye. Besides, I didn’t want to listen to you whine about a herpes flare-up.””


“So you run a book club? What’s that like?” He stretches his arm out, grazing his fingertips along my shoulder.

I’m not sure how to answer this question without sounding too losery. “I don’t run it, I just participate. Mostly it’s an excuse to drink wine and eat junk food while discussing smutty books. We don’t typically read sixteenth century literature, but we had a real smut run for the last few months. This chick Lydia was getting tired of reading the word moist, so she picked Fielding. It’s a little extreme.”

Alex shudders. “Understandable, really. Moist is a terrible word.”

“So true. It should only be used to describe the consistency of cake.””


“Those pajamas are really something.”

“I think you like my nipple visibility.”

I turn away, wishing I could stop my mouth. Leaning across the bar, I drop a few more ice cubes into my drink. A throat clears behind me, and I remember how low these pants sit. There’s a solid chance half my ass is hanging out the back. I straighten quickly and hike the pants up, nearly giving myself a camel toe. No matter how I turn, Alex is going to get an eyeful of something.”

This girl has a dirty mouth but she’s funny as hell. I’ve been laughing at her words and blunders countless times and this is just into chapter two. I love how she’s so unglamorous and doesn’t care much about impressing guys.

I also love how Violet cares for smarts more than hotness. She didn’t even want to entertain the idea of dating Alex despite him being uber-hot. She may sound a little judgmental but hey, we all do it sometimes. It’s why we have standards, right?

“My experiences with Buck—and the one hockey player I dated previously—have led me to the assertion that hockey players aren’t notoriously intelligent. I’m aware this isn’t a universal truth. But Buck certainly reinforces my perceived stereotype: he’s definitely not a rocket scientist. He’s not even a rocket scientist’s assistant. However, I’m almost positive Alex made a literary pun a moment ago. Waters could very well be an unexpected anomaly. I’m intrigued.”

Another one:

“Fielding at a hockey game? Kind of cerebral with beer and violence, isn’t it?”

I blink as if I’ve been high beamed with a flashlight. Alex knows who wrote Tom Jones, and he’s used the word cerebral in the appropriate context. I was right; he did get my Shakespeare reference. Alex Waters has singlehandedly obliterated my misapprehension regarding the inferior intellect of hockey players—with one sentence. In doing so, he’s become infinitely hotter than he was five seconds ago.”


For a new adult novel, this book lacks the usual shallow details I would have expected to find in the genre such as too much importance on looks (especially the heroine’s). Violet was unglamorous and uncaring for her looks throughout the entire book. There was never that cliche club revenge moment where she dresses her best, puts on make up and flirts with guys to get over her heartbreak and show Alex that she’s over her. I appreciate how she’s so real. And even during her heartbreak, she retains that sass and hilarity I have come to adore (just look at that italized snippet below).

He flexes his biceps. “I can punch him in the balls if you want.”

“That’s kind of you to offer, but if I ever see him again, I want to do it myself.”

Buck pats my shoulder and gives me an awkward hug where my face ends up in his armpit. I hold my breath until it’s over.”

Moving onto Alex, he was the perfect gentleman in the beginning. He did seem like a genuinely good boy. The author was so adept at portraying her characters without the need to describe them in words. The actions were enough to prove it.

On a side note, there was a lot of graphic and drawn out sex scenes in this but they worked. It was steamy and wasn’t overdone. If you need a book for purely escapism reasons, this one is viable candidate.

***cover art: 2/5 stars. It’s so tacky. I sound like a broken record by now but still not a fan of naked guys on the cover.***


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