He’s the enforcer on the ice. The one no one dares cross. I’m the curvy romance author who just wanted a quiet holiday weekend. Neither of us was ready for what happened next.
I came to Lake Tahoe for some peace, quiet, and maybe a little writing inspiration. Instead, I got Eli Jackson—6’5” of brooding hockey player who doesn’t know how to
He’s the enforcer on the ice. The one no one dares cross. I’m the curvy romance author who just wanted a quiet holiday weekend. Neither of us was ready for what happened next.
I came to Lake Tahoe for some peace, quiet, and maybe a little writing inspiration. Instead, I got Eli Jackson—6’5” of brooding hockey player who doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.
He’s intense, obsessed, and making it his mission to claim me like I’m the last goal he’ll ever score. I’m not exactly complaining, but let’s just say I wasn’t prepared for the kind of heat this man is bringing to the snow.
One stolen kiss turns into something a whole lot steamier, and suddenly I’m falling hard. But Eli isn’t just playing for keeps—he’s playing to win.
And this time, I’m the prize.
I thought I was hiring two male escorts for a night of no-strings-attached fun.
They thought they were showing up for a charity event.
One wrong address later, I’ve got two massive, sinfully gorgeous hockey players staring at me like I’m their next meal. Their chiseled bodies and take-charge energy tell me they’re more than capable of mak
I thought I was hiring two male escorts for a night of no-strings-attached fun.
They thought they were showing up for a charity event.
One wrong address later, I’ve got two massive, sinfully gorgeous hockey players staring at me like I’m their next meal. Their chiseled bodies and take-charge energy tell me they’re more than capable of making me forget my ex—and every bad date since.
The problem? They’re not escorts. They’re NHL superstars.
But when they figure out I think they’re for hire, these alpha males don’t bother correcting me. Instead, they play along.
Now, I’m spending Valentine's with two possessive jocks who are more than happy to make this night the hottest one of my life.
And when the truth comes out?
They decide one night isn’t enough.
A scorching hot, cocky jock and a curvy divorcee, under the hot California sun. Hard muscles glistening with sweat, pressed against her full curves...
He's tall, ripped, and always flaunting his bare chest. She's a corporate executive on a break from her busy city life.
On their first meet, their eyes lock and sparks fly. He's confident,
A scorching hot, cocky jock and a curvy divorcee, under the hot California sun. Hard muscles glistening with sweat, pressed against her full curves...
He's tall, ripped, and always flaunting his bare chest. She's a corporate executive on a break from her busy city life.
On their first meet, their eyes lock and sparks fly. He's confident, charming and unafraid to make the first move. She's sassy, smart, and not easily impressed. But as they banter and flirt, their sexual chemistry becomes undeniable.