Wittmore U Hockey

In the high-pressure world of varsity hockey at Wittmore U, being the team intern means more than overseeing grueling workouts and injuries. It's the colossal egos of the players that truly test my patience. Even if they did see me as something more than another locker room fixture created to tend to their bodies, my boss has made one thing clear:

To new identities, he declares, holding up his glass. To no more epic f-ups. No more partying for me. No more athletes for you. Not until we get it together. Little did I know that the night I made the deal with the tattooed, pierced, star goalie in the back room of a bar, that we were starting something--something we can't stop. Except he's on probation, and I'm looking to change my reputation as a jersey chaser willing to do whatever it took to win the quarterback's attention.

There's only one person who would take me in after leaving my fiancé—my brother Axel. Unfortunately, he’s not the one who answered the door on that wintery Valentine’s night. That was his best friend and roommate, Reid Wilder. Copper-colored hair, dark eyes, and the number eight tattooed on his bicep. I should have turned around when he mistook me for a puck bunny and invited me in. I definitely should have said no to the drink he offered while I waited. But the biggest mistake I made was climbing into his lap and kissing him.

Being the most recognizable pop star in the world has its perks: Private planes, sold-out arenas, and a devoted fanbase called The Flock. But it also comes with downsides. Every man I’ve dated has either wanted to use me, tame me, or shrink me to fit inside a box. So when a bold, cocky hockey player leaves a note tucked inside my dressing room locker before a show, I should toss it in the trash. Instead, curiosity wins, and Wittmore Enforcer, Jefferson Parks, slams into my life.