Pucks & Penalties: Pucked Series Outtakes and Deleted Scenes
by Helena Hunting
Book 6.5 in the Pucked series
An extensive compilation of outtakes, deleted scenes and a crossover novella from The Pucked Series, which now includes:
ENDORSE THIS: An Area 51 invasion outtake in which Alex once again tries to persuade Violet that he should go where no man has gone before. And likely never will. Also includes Alex & Violet inspired outtakes such as Weiner Warmers: a Holiday Outtake, Let’s Make An Alex Jr, Pretty Eyes (a Pucked-Good Luck Charm crossover), MILF in Training, and Kick Stand Kid.
From PUCKED OFF
A Valentine’s Day love note, a series of deleted, never before seen scenes from the cutting room floor of Pucked Off and a special birthday outtake.
From PUCKED LOVE
The original Prologue that didn’t make the cut in Pucked Love and a Valentine’s Day letter from Darren to Charlene guaranteed make you swoon.
Area 51: Deleted Scenes and Outtakes
Originally published in 2016, this compilation of outtakes and deleted scenes features Alex and Violet ridiculousness, lost chapters from Pucked Up, and alternative POVs from our sexiest, horniest hottie: Randy Ballistic.
Get Inked: A Pucked Series and Clipped Wings Crossover Novella
Worlds collide when the PUCKED crew decide it’s time to commemorate their love of hockey with a team tattoo and pay a visit to Inked Armor, the renowned Chicago tattoo studio where master artists Hayden Stryker and Chris Zelter ply their trade. Ink cherries will be popped, cupcakes will be consumed, and the hazards and enhancements of boob bling will be pondered.
Pucks and Penalties is a companion novel to Helena Hardings Pucked series. It contains various deleted scenes from her books, a novella, and Valentines Day letters for each couple.
Pucks and Penalties is a fun little companion book. It's not necessary to read, really. It doesn't add a whole lot more to the stories of these couples as a whole. But if you enjoyed the Pucked series, it is fun to go back and revisit the couples.
This is one of my shortest reviews ever, I believe. haha. But honestly, what else is there to say. We get lots of Randy and Lily, and we even get to see Violet give birth, which is as fun are you would think it be.
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Alex: “I didn’t realize this thing with you and Lily was getting serious.”
Alex glances at me in the rear-view mirror.
Randy: “It’s not.”
Westinghouse looks over his shoulder from the passenger seat.
Darren: “You sure about that?”
Randy: “We’re just—”
Miller and Lance: “—having fun,”
Westinghouse snorts, and Lance and Miller fist-bump each other behind my head.
Randy: “You guys are a bunch of assholes.” Sunny: “I think Miller is better looking than that guy,”
Violet: “Yeah, but you have an unusual affinity for yetis, so that’s not really a surprise.” Lance: “Does Waters know you’re here to ogle other guys?”
Violet: “Of course not! He thinks I’m considering getting my nipples pierced. And it’s appreciating, not ogling.”
Lance: “Jesus, Vi. You can’t talk to me about your nipples. It breaks bro code.”
She bumps my arm.
Violet: “I’m not actually going to get it done.”
Lance: “Still. I don’t need to know anything about the state of your nipples.”
Miller: “What the fuck are you two talking about?”
Miller throws an arm around Violet’s shoulder and grabs me by the back of the neck. I elbow him in the ribs, and he lets go right away, but I’m betting he overheard our conversation, or at least Violet’s side of the conversation, and that was his way of letting me know. There are conversations you should never have with your friends’ wives and girlfriends; nipple discussions make that list.
Violet: “I was just telling Lance how I’m looking forward to seeing Alex get his nipples pierced.”
Alex’s head swings around.
Alex: “Pardon fucking me?” Alex: “You’re my wife. I want every part of you.”
She gets that soft look in her eyes, but it disappears rather quickly, though.
Violet: “You know, that would be a lot more romantic if you were talking about my heart and soul, not my butt.” Violet: “Well, what am I going to do with all of these?”
I flop back against the couch and gesture to the pile of Weiner Warmers™.
Darren: “I’ll take one off your hands.”
Darren gives me one of his rare smiles. It’s a disarming expression on him, likely because I don’t see it often and it makes him look . . . almost sweet when he does. He picks up one of the girthier ones, slides three fingers into it, and scissors them around to test for stretchiness. Apparently satisfied, he shoves it into his pocket.
Violet: “Oh! I could give one to all the guys on the team! Jock strap cosies!”
Alex: “You are not giving all the guys on the team dick cosies.”
Violet: “I’m not offering to put it on for them, Alex. I’m offering them something to protect their dicks from jock strap chafing. It’s thoughtful.”
Alex: “Still, no.” When he sees what’s in my hands, his eyes narrow.
Alex: “What the hell is that for?”
Violet: “I want to put eyes on him.”
Violet: “Come on, Alex.”
I motion Super MC, who looks like he’s wearing a super cozy sweater.
Violet: “He’s adorable. Just let me put a face on him and take a picture, please?”
Alex’s expression changes from unimpressed to downright horrified.
Alex: “My dick is not fucking adorable.”
He makes a jabby motion with his hand toward his crotch.
Alex: “He’s formidable.”
Violet: “I could give him an angry face if you want.” Violet: “Alex!”
He bolts upright in bed.
Alex: “I can be hard in thirty seconds. Just let me hold your boobs.”
Violet: “I don’t want sex. The baby’s coming.” I would like to say I’m quiet about my pain, and that I’m a badass when it comes to giving birth, but I’m not. I yell and grunt and tell Alex he’s never allowed near me with Super MC again.
Violet: “I hope you enjoy the feel of your hand for the rest of your goddamn life,”
I growl at him between pushes. And like the sweet, patient Canadian he is, he tells me how sorry he is. Violet: “Do not look at my beaver right now, Alex. I don’t want you to end up with vag destruction PTSD. I just want you to remember how pretty it was before I pushed something abnormally large out of it.” Violet: “Is his head going to stay like this? He looks kind of like a gnome, or maybe an alien. Look at how puffy his eyes are. It’s like he’s been smoking the green demon while he was waiting to be born.”
The nurse assures me that his head will round out, which is a relief, and that his eyes won’t be so puffy in a couple of days and he’ll look more human and a lot less like he’s been smoking reefer.
Alex: “He’s perfect. “We made something beautiful, didn’t we?”
I think he has daddy blinders on, but I have to agree, that despite the cone head and the reefer eyes, he’s pretty damn adorable. PRETTY POPPY,
I should’ve felt bad when I stole your first kiss all those years ago, but I didn’t then, not the way I should have, and I definitely don’t feel bad about it now. Not when you’re my brightest star and my warmest sun. You’re everything good and right in this world and I’m constantly amazed that you’re mine. You did some stealing of your own that night, without either of us knowing it. You took my heart with you and I didn’t know it was missing until I found you again. You can keep it forever, though. I don’t mind since you take such good care of it. You put my soul back together with your sweetness and your kindness and your strength. You’ll always be my first and only love.
XO Lance Violet: “You want her to be your girlfriend, right?”
Violet: “Do you have any idea how cute you are when you get all leprechaun-y?”
Lance: “Leprechauns are Irish. I’m Scottish.”
She waves her hand around.
Violet: “Same thing.”
Lance: “Not even close,” Violet: “LANCE IS GOING to jizz a bucketload.”
Charlene: “You should write Hallmark cards,”
Charlene deadpans while looking at her phone. Violet: “It’s a little weird that this exists and that it’s like, one of your essential items, Char.”
Charlene: “Says the woman who dresses her husband’s dick up in costumes.”
Violet: “That’s because Alex’s peen is a super hero.”