Swoon Sunday: Toby Cooper from Winging It by Cate Cameron!

Welcome to Swoon Sunday where you get to meet some of our swoon-worthy heroes.  Today we have a visit from Toby Cooper from Winging It by Cate Cameron!

Toby, what is your profession?

I have a semi-profession, I guess. Semi-pro hockey—they pay us, but not all that much. Most of the guys on the team are still in high school, and the older guys either have part-time jobs or they go to college part-time or something. I’m graduating from high school this year, so if I don’t get drafted, or if I get drafted but not called up, I’ll probably try to take a couple classes. No idea what kind, though. Just something to keep my parents from thinking I’m being lazy, mostly.

Where do you call home? 

Corrigan Falls, Ontario. Smallest market in the OHL, but we punch above our weight, for sure. I’ve lived here all my life—I’m one of the few OHL players to get drafted by his home team. Most of the time I like that, because everyone’s familiar and my family’s still around and everything. Sometimes I wish I’d gotten the chance to start over somewhere new, like a lot of the guys did. When Dawn and I broke up? That would have been a lot easier to take if it hadn’t felt like half the town was on her side, half on mine.

What is your biggest dream/wish/desire?

NHL. Easy. You want something more specific? Winning goal, overtime, Stanley Cup final game. Hell, let’s make it a home game, just to get the whole crowd experience. I’d like to push it even further and say it should be a home game in Toronto so all my friends and family would be close enough to drive down for it, but that would mean the Leafs winning the Cup sometime in the next twenty years or so, and that seems like we’re taking “dream” just a little too far.

Describe your idea of an ideal date.

I’m a teenage boy. My ideal date would start and end in bed. Somewhere with a lot more privacy than my bedroom at home, for sure. Oh, and a huge shower. One of those ones with jets coming out of the sides and everything? Like a whole room, just dedicated to showering. Me and my date would hang out in there, and… then eat some pizza?

I’m a pretty classy guy, huh?

What’s your favourite pastime/hobby?

Hockey. Playing it. If I can’t play it, I want to watch it. If I can’t watch it, I want to talk about it, or read about it, or dream about it.

What is your favourite movie of all time?

Slapshot. Have you heard of it? No? Guess what it’s about… that’s right, hockey! There’s kind of a romance plot, and some stupid stuff about not fighting, but mostly—old school hockey, all these guys skating around without helmets or anything, beating the crap out of each other… it’s a classic, for sure.

Boxers or briefs?

Boxer briefs. A comfortable compromise.

Favourite fictional character?

Can’t tell you. It’s top secret. But, yes, I do have one. From a book. That’s all I can say, I’m afraid.

And now for an exclusive, swoony excerpt between Toby and Nat:

“You’re sure about this?” I asked, still hoping she’d back down.

She nodded, keeping her gaze on her boots.

“Okay.” And then I guess the devil sneaked out from wherever I usually kept him tied up. I took the trophy in my left hand and reached out for her with my right. She jerked a little when my hand wrapped around the back of her neck and turned to stare at me with big, round eyes. “We’re a couple now, right?” I tried to make it sound casual, as if my heart wasn’t thudding like just before taking a penalty shot. “So, don’t you think we should get comfortable with each other? Shouldn’t I get a good-morning kiss?”

“There’s no one here to see!” she said, sounding young and kind of lost, and again I felt bad for half a second before remembering that this was all her idea and she was the one using me.

“But you want it to look natural when there is someone, don’t you? I mean, if we’re doing this, we have to really go for it. Scott’s an asshole, but he’s not blind.”

There was a moment when she looked totally vulnerable and unsure, but then that old West determination kicked in. “Right,” she said, and she jerked her head in what I guess was supposed to be a nod. “Okay.” A deep breath, and then she reached up and pushed my hand in tight against her neck again. “Like this?”

I tried to pull my hand away, because, no, not like that. I wasn’t against the idea of kissing her. Not at all, I realized. But not like that.

Of course, I’d forgotten who I was dealing with. Nat held on, gripping tight enough that I thought I might hurt her if I pulled away. And we sat frozen like that, staring at each other, both waiting for the other’s will to collapse.

“You were right,” she said. “We need to make it look real. It shouldn’t look like our first kiss if someone sees us together.”

“Well, technically you kissed me yesterday, so ‘first kiss’ is already off the table.”

“Well, technically you kissed me in kindergarten. Like, constantly. You were the kissing bandit that year, remember?”

I relaxed a little. “Not really. But my mom is happy to give me reminders when she thinks I need them.”

“So yesterday was hardly our first kiss. You and me have history, buddy.”

“Me and most of the girls in kindergarten that year, I guess.”

“Some of the guys, too, I think. But none of them are here with you right now. Just you and me.”

Nat couldn’t flirt. At least, I’d never seen her do it, and I wasn’t seeing her do it right then, either. She was just being honest. None of those other people were with me. She was. And when she squeezed my hand and leaned toward me, I leaned in, too.

We met somewhere over the gearshift. It wasn’t a great kiss…we were both too tense, and the whole thing felt unnatural. Well, not exactly. In a way, it felt too natural, but that kind of freaked me out and made me self-conscious. After a few awkward seconds, I leaned away. But she didn’t let me go far.

“We need to do better than that,” she whispered.

I think it was the “we” that made me relax. Yeah, this was a weird situation, but it was still just me and Nat. The two of us had been a team for a long time and we still could be; we just needed to remember how.


About Winging It:

Disclaimer: This Entangled Teen Crush book contains adult language, ice-melting kisses, and a swoon-worthy hero. This fake relationship romance will have you wishing for a hockey player of your own…

Natalie West and Toby Cooper were best friends growing up, on and off the ice. But when Toby’s hockey career took off, their friendship was left behind. Now Natalie has a crazy plan to land her crush—Toby’s biggest rival—and she needs Toby’s help to pull it off.

When Nat asks Toby to be her fake boyfriend, he can’t say no. Not when it means getting his best friend back. Natalie is all grown up now, and spending time with her—even when it’s just playing hockey together—stirs up a lot of feelings, old and new. Suddenly pretending to be interested in her isn’t hard at all…if only she wanted him and not enemy.

Hockey tore them apart. Can it put them back together?

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