Another Charge

About This Audiobook

*Another Charge* isn’t just another sports romance—it’s a sharp, character-driven collision of a gruff hockey coach and the nanny who refuses to be sidelined. Alexa Padgett trades clichés for chemistry, grounding the steam in real stakes: a widowed dad clinging to control, a woman with her own scars, and the messy, tender work of building trust. The dual narration by Chloe Cannon and Alex Knox elevates the tension; Cannon’s warmth cuts through Knox’s gravelly, guarded delivery, making their verbal sparring feel like foreplay.

What sets this apart is its refusal to soften the edges. The hockey backdrop isn’t window dressing—it’s a metaphor for the characters’ defenses, with locker-room banter and on-ice aggression mirroring their emotional power plays. At under six hours, the pacing is tight, but the emotional beats land harder for it. Listen for the scene where a post-game interview becomes a confessional; it’s the kind of writing that makes you hit rewind."

"review": "I’ll admit, I rolled my eyes at the ‘nanny falls for the single dad’ setup—until *Another Charge* proved it could wield trope like a hockey stick: with precision and force. The audiobook’s strength lies in its narration duo. Chloe Cannon’s performance as the nanny, Lila, is all sunlit pragmatism with a razor’s edge; she makes even throwaway lines like *“I don’t do helpless”* sound like a manifesto. Alex Knox, as coach Jake, starts so emotionally locked-down his voice could freeze a rink, but his slow thaw is *chef’s kiss*—especially in the scene where he reads a text aloud and his voice cracks on *“I need you here.”* It’s the kind of vulnerability that earns its payoff.

That said, the production isn’t flawless. The sound mixing occasionally drowns Cannon’s softer lines under ambient noise (a bar scene’s clinking glasses, for example), and the third-act conflict—a miscommunication so thin it could slip under a skate blade—feels rushed. But the hockey details? *Immaculate.* Padgett clearly knows the sport, and the play-by-play sequences (narrated with Knox’s growling intensity) had me gripping my headphones like a stick. This isn’t a slow-burn; it’s a **fast, physical** listen, ideal for fans who want their romance with a side of grit and a chorus of *“Drop the gloves!”*