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MAN DOWN by Kate Meader


MAN DOWN by Kate Meader

Eileen's Thoughts

Gunnar and Sadie’s love story in Man Down by Kate Meader, book 3 in the Rookie Rebels series, was an emotional, intriguing, sexy, and enjoyable tale. I will warn to keep tissue nearby while reading.

Gunnar Bond has barely existed since the car crash, three years ago, that took his wife and twins from him three years ago. Hiding away in a cabin in the woods and off grid, he gave up professional hockey and was drinking himself into oblivion. One more thing was texting his dead wife about his days without her. How sad that he had become that crazy person. He thinks it’s therapeutic that these messages are they only thing keeping him from spiraling down even further. Then he receives a reply; an understanding and sarcastic woman, replying to his messages and thoughts; basically his saving angel.

Sadie Yates is working for the worst boss in LA, a wannabe instagram star. When her estranged father is sent to prison she becomes the guardian of her little sister, who she hardly knows and a misbehaving dog, she has to return to Chicago, take charge, and try to do her job long distance. Then there’s her sister’s hockey camp counselor, a judgment type telling her she stinks at this parenting gig.

Thank goodness for her sweet, sensitive text buddy who seems to always know the right thing to say. Since they are in the same city at last, maybe they can meet up and see if their online chemistry crosses over to real life. Neither one expected the fireworks caused by a meet up or the consequences to them and her sister.


Ms. Meader wrote an emotional, amazing, sexy sports romance that should not be missed. She provided a tale rich with emotions, sizzling chemistry, sarcasm, revealing conversations, and endearing characters giving Gunner and Sadie a chance at love and the chance for a future together. I highly recommend Man Down to other readers and look forward to the next book in this series.


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Excerpt of Man Down by Kate Meader

Outside the facility’s entrance, she spotted Lauren sitting on the curb with a mountain three times her size. As they stood, Sadie’s eyes came to rest very easily on this giant with huge shoulders, untidy, dark blond hair, and a full beard. She parked—sloppily—and jumped out of the SUV.
“Lauren, I’m so sorry! I didn’t take the rush hour traffic into account and—”
“Doesn’t matter,” her sister cut her off. She turned to the giant. “Thanks for waiting with me.”
The giant nodded, all his focus on Lauren, and helped load her gear, a big bag and a hockey stick, into the trunk. He even opened the back door, watched while Lauren clambered in, and cast a beady eye over the seatbelt situation, making sure her sister was suitably restrained. Okay. He muttered something too low for Sadie to hear, but whatever it was made her sister smile. A real honest-to-God smile! Closing the door, he turned to Sadie.
The full-on view was even better than the profile. He wore black sweat pants and a gray tee with the slogan “I like hockey and maybe like three people.” Cute. Thick forearms were currently getting a nice flex on as he fisted his hips. Blue eyes rimmed with a hazel-gold fire stared back at her. His mouth was set in a stern seal that matched the scarring along his cheek, only partially covered by that hot beard. A story there, no doubt.
“Thanks for—”
“Miss, we need to talk.”
Miss? That sounded rather sexy coming from those forbidding lips. “Okay.”
Of course today she looked like one of Cooper’s turds. If she’d realized she’d be meeting some hottie hockey camp guy, she’d probably not have gone with the baggy, spaghetti-sauce splattered tee that pronounced her CUPCAKE WHISPERER. Not that it was even that baggy, or inaccurate. In fact, it clung to her generous hips and did not cover nearly enough of her ass, which were lovingly hugged by yoga pants. (The most action she’d seen in months.) The different-colored flip-flops were the perfect finishing touch.
If she’d shown up to work like this, Allegra would’ve fired her on the spot.
To compensate for her just tumbled out of a bag of Doritos appearance, she smiled at the hockey camp guy. It was her best feature and usually got her out of trouble.
“You’re late.”
The harshness of his tone took her off guard. “Excuse me?”
“You’re twenty five minutes late.”
She couldn’t argue with that. “Are you one of the camp counselors?”
His eyebrow raise had a rather superior inflection, she thought. “Something like that.”
“Well, Mr. …” He left her hanging. Charming. “I actually have multiple demands on my time these days so I’m going to drop the ball on occasion. I’m here now, so thanks for your time.” Shaken by his attack, she turned to leave. He might be hot, but she didn’t need this level of aggravation.
“I’ll have to report this.”
She pivoted, annoyed as all hell he was still speaking to her. The waves of judgement rolling off him almost flattened her.
“Report it? What business is it of yours?”
“When one of these kids is in harm’s way, it becomes my business.”
She could feel her mouth gaping. “Harm’s way? I was twenty minutes late, you asshole. I know it’s not cool but I’m juggling a lot of balls here.”
“Boyfriend one of those balls? Or is he home ignoring the other kid?”
“The other …” Boyfriend? Harm’s way? She shot a look over her shoulder to Lauren, who was nose-deep in her phone, oblivious to whatever she’d put in motion. Or completely aware.
The lying minx.
When Sadie turned back, the giant was closer. He leaned in ever so slightly, which would have been pleasant if he wasn’t such a dick, and … sniffed. It wasn’t one of those inhaling the fragrant scent of my lover sniffs, either. More like “is that an open sewer I smell?”
“What are you doing?”
He stopped suddenly. Cast a sharp glance at Lauren, who was doing a stellar job of avoiding his gaze. Back to Sadie. Surprising emotional range was showcased as he parsed a number of thoughts flying around his hockey-lug brain.
She helped him get there. “Believe every word out of a twelve-year-old’s mouth, do you? I guess training for the camp counselors is slacking big time.”
He rubbed his beard, aw-shucks embarrassment transforming his expression from stern to sexy.
Then he spoke and ruined it. “Maybe I jumped to a conclusion or three there.”
Worst apology ever.

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Reviewer: Eileen is a retired high school teacher who has loved reading all of her life and goes everywhere with a book. She enjoys reading Contemporary Romance, Historical Romance, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Suspense, Women’s Literature, YA, NA, Fiction, Historical Fiction, and Cozy Mysteries. She likes strong heroines, hot heroes and a story that draws her in, not letting go until the last page is turned. She lives in Minnesota with her husband, pup, and near her four adult children.


About Kate Meader

Kate Meader

Originally from Ireland, USA Today bestselling author Kate Meader cut her romance reader teeth on Maeve Binchy and Jilly Cooper novels, with some Harlequins thrown in for variety. Give her tales about brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, and she’s there. Now based in Chicago, she writes sexy contemporary romance with alpha heroes and strong heroines – and heroes – who can match their men quip for quip.

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