Hot Ice Series

I sold my soul for a hamburger. And I have no regrets. When a girl is trapped indefinitely in an elevator with a smoking hot burger and an empty stomach, even the strongest of women will crumble. The story goes like this: Bradley Hamilton, former professional hockey player and the most frustrating human alive, offered me half of his hamburger in exchange for a date. I took him up on the offer - while under duress - and now I'm stuck with the consequences. Specifically, the scorching kiss that has me drooling for more.

They say a leopard can’t change its spots. They’re wrong, because I did! Now I’m successful and independent, and busy heading up my own company. I don’t have time for the complication of a man in my bed—not yet. That plan is years down the line. Or so I thought. Because when a certain devastatingly sexy hockey captain sets his sights on me, my old impulsive self is determined to make up for two years of abstinence. I had to get sweaty, naked, and dirty real quick. Heck to the consequences, regardless of the outcome. It’s all about immediate pleasure and intense satisfaction.

What I know about hockey fits on the back of a stamp. My latest patient, Raven Starr, may be one of the NHL’s hottest defensive players, but I’m not exactly blown away by his stardom. Add in the fact that he’s a surly, growling grump, and I’m more than happy to work my magic on his battered body then hot-foot to my date with his teammate, Todd “Pretty” Carty. Todd is a slice of man heaven, and I want a bit of the action. But when Raven emerges from his bad mood and throws his energy into blowing my mind with just one kiss, my head spins and my libido rages.

Todd’s the best in the league and model-perfect. Damn shame he’s not gay...or is he? Dating Todd “Pretty” Carty is a trailblazing, headline-grabbing ride that has shocked and divided a team, a sport and a nation. While controversy rules, our feelings explode and we can’t deny the desire that sizzles between us. Nothing, however, is easy outside the bedroom. Not when my world-class, fearless athlete wants to shout from Everest that he’s in love with a man.

When two people who thrive on taking charge collide—in and out of the bedroom—the results are explosive. Me, manage the Vipers hockey team? Well, that’s my role now. Shame a gorgeous, cocky goaltender is testing my patience. Sweet cheeks—really, is that any way to refer to the boss? Dustin “Speed” Reed certainly seems to think so. I escape to my billionaire father’s paradise retreat to regroup, but Dustin decides to come along for the ride. Then the tension really heats up, hotter than the scorching midday sun. I want to slap him and kiss him. Push him away and rip off his clothes.

One night stands should be exactly that, one wild night. Somebody should tell that to the sexy Russian. I love working for an airline and traveling the world—it’s everything I'd ever hoped and more. I work hard and play hard, and if I can have some fun time with a hot guy, why not? I'm a free agent. When my one-night stand is a hunk of a hockey player with a smooth Russian accent and an even smoother way of sweet talking me into his bed, not once but several times over, things definitely get complicated for my heart. I have no intention of having it broken again.