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PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE

PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE

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Steamy

Badboy

Forbidden Love

Love at First Sight

Love-Triangle

Contemporary

Goodgirl

Dark Romance

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He was supposed to be a stranger. A bruised, scarred, filthy-mouthed stranger who pinned me against a bathroom wall and made me forget the boy who broke my heart 20 minutes earlier. I walked away first without his name or number, and I didn't look back. Then I found out my mom was engaged. To his dad. Rhys Maddox. Number seventeen. 6'3" of tattoos, bruised knuckles, and the kind of jaw that makes good girls do stupid things. The most dangerous player to ever step on our ice. My one-night stand. My new stepbrother. He doesn't follow rules - he breaks them. On the ice. In my bed. Against every surface in our parents' house while they eat twenty feet away. He calls me "sis" just to watch me squirm. He watches me like he already owns me. And the worst part? He does. Publicly, we're fake dating - a deal to keep my ex-bestfriend away. Privately, we're a stepbrother and stepsister who can't keep our clothes on the second we're alone. It's our biggest secret. Now the boy who I once considered my best friend suddenly wants me back. And the stepbrother who wasn't supposed to mean anything won't let me go. One wants to protect me. One wants to destroy me. And I can't tell which is which anymore. --- For readers 18+ who like their men possessive, their romances FORBIDDEN, and their chapters dripping with filthy, unapologetic spice.

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92 Chapters
CHAPTER 1 - REJECTED BY MY BEST FRIEND
I'd been in love with Caleb Park for four years.Four years of sitting in hockey stands screaming his name. Four years of making him playlists, remembering his allergies, dropping everything when he called. Four years of being the girl who was always there – steady, reliable, waiting for him to turn around and finally see me.The scrapbook took me three weeks. Hand-trimmed photos. Captions in my best handwriting. Ticket stubs from his first collegiate goal. A pressed carnation from the gas station bouquet he bought me for my birthday. Every inside joke, every memory, every moment I thought meant something – bound together and organized chronologically because that's what I did. I turned my feelings into something pretty and hoped it would be enough to make someone want them.The love letter was in the back sleeve. Two pages. Nine drafts. Sienna – my roommate – had approved it with a nod: "If he doesn't kiss you after this, I'll kiss you myself."Zara had read it over FaceTime with her
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CHAPTER 2 - ONE NIGHT STAND WITH A HOT STRANGER
He didn't sit down.He'd slid the drink in front of me and stayed standing, one elbow on the bar, angled toward me like I had to earn him staying. Up close he was worse – worse meaning better meaning dangerous.The bruise on his cheekbone was fresh, turning purple at the edges. The scar through his eyebrow was older – thin, pale, deliberate-looking. Tattoos crept up the side of his neck, disappearing into his collar – dark ink, intricate, the kind you got one at a time over years, not all at once in a parlor on spring break. His knuckles on the bar top were split and swollen. Everything about him looked like a warning label that someone had ripped off and eaten."I'm fine," I said, pushing the drink back. "I have one."He glanced at my vodka cranberry. "You're drinking a juice box with a splash of regret. That's not a drink. That's a cry for help.""Do you approach all women like this or am I just lucky?""Just the ones sitting alone on Valentine's Day with mascara down their face."I
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CHAPTER 3 - NEW BOY, OLD FLING
Three days later, I still couldn't stop touching the bruise on my collarbone.It had turned purple, then blue, then a sick yellowish green that I covered with concealer every morning and checked every night like a secret I was keeping from myself. The bite mark sat just below my collarbone – low enough to hide under a crew neck, high enough that anything with a wider neckline was a confession.I wore crew necks for three days straight. Sienna noticed. Sienna noticed everything."You've worn that same hoodie rotation since Wednesday," she said, eyeing me across our dorm room. "You hate that grey one. You said it makes you look like a depressed librarian.""I'm cold.""It's heated in here.""I'm emotionally cold."She let it go. Temporarily. Sienna always let things go temporarily – she stored them like ammunition and fired when you least expected it.***The game was Friday night. The whole campus was buzzing, and for once it had nothing to do with Caleb.Everybody was talking about th
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CHAPTER 4 - STUCK BETWEEN TWO BOYS
I watched the entire game in a state of clinical dissociation.My body was in the fourth row. My mind was in a bar bathroom three days ago with my legs wrapped around the waist of the man currently skating circles around every player on the ice.Rhys Maddox. That was his name. The announcer said it every time he touched the puck, which was constantly, because the puck seemed magnetically drawn to his stick like it had a crush on him too.He was unreal.I'd seen four years of Thornfield hockey. I'd watched Caleb play hundreds of games and thought he was good – he was good, objectively, technically, the kind of good that came from discipline and coaching and doing everything right. Rhys wasn't good. Rhys was something else entirely. He played like the ice owed him money. Every stride was faster than it should have been, every turn sharper, every decision made a full second before anyone else's brain caught up.The team tried to freeze him out. First game hazing – I'd seen it before. Pas
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CHAPTER 5 - THE HICKEY FROM MY LOVING STRANGER
Coach Harlan's voice cut through the hallway like a blade."Maddox! My office. Now."Neither of them moved for a full three seconds. Caleb's fists were still curled. Rhys was still watching him with that terrifying calm – the kind that said I've already decided how this ends and you're not going to like it.Then Rhys stepped back. Casual. Unhurried. Like he was choosing to leave, not being called away.He turned toward the coach's office – and on the way past Caleb, his shoulder connected with Caleb's chest. Not accidental. Not subtle. A clean, deliberate check that knocked Caleb sideways a half step and sent a message louder than any punch could have.Rhys didn't look back."I'll catch you later, Naomi."My name. He said my name. He'd heard it when Caleb yelled it thirty seconds ago and he'd already pocketed it, already made it sound like something different in his mouth – lower, slower, like he was tasting it. Like he'd been waiting for it.My skin prickled from my neck to my wrists
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CHAPTER 6 - DINNER WITH MY NEW STEPBROTHER
I had asked the universe for one thing. One single, solitary thing: please let Maddox be a common last name.The universe said no.The universe said absolutely not, and also, here's a restaurant table where you'll be sitting three feet from the man who made you cum in a bar bathroom while your mother passes the bread basket.The restaurant was Italian. White tablecloths. Candles. The kind of place my mom picked when she wanted to impress Richard, which was always, because my mother had been glowing like a woman reborn ever since she started dating him and I didn't have the heart to ruin it.I was seated between Miles and my mother. Across from Richard – tall, silver-templed, the kind of handsome that came with money and good genetics. He was warm in a practiced way. Polished.And next to Richard, directly across from me, was his son.Rhys Maddox. Number seventeen. Scar through the eyebrow. Grey eyes that hadn't left my face since I walked in and realized that God had a sense of humor
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CHAPTER 7 - TO KISS OR TO KILL
Caleb stood at the end of the row with his coffee and his entitlement and waited for Rhys to move.Rhys kept not writing in his notebook."I said you're in my seat.""Didn't realize they assigned seats in college." Rhys still didn't look up. "Thought that stopped around the same time people stopped making scrapbooks for guys who don't want them."The class inhaled. Thirty people sucking in air at the same time. Someone in the back row whispered oh my God. Caleb's face went from dark to white – not from fear, from the precise, surgical humiliation of being publicly connected to the Valentine's night story in a room full of people who already knew it.He stepped forward. Fist curling around his coffee cup hard enough to dent it."Say that again.""Mr. Park." Professor Whitfield's voice was sharp from the front. "Sit down or leave. You're eight minutes late and you're disrupting my lecture.""He's in my–""There are fifteen empty seats in this room. Pick one."The silence was excruciatin
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CHAPTER 8 - THE FAKE DATING DEAL
I don’t sit down, but I stop and turn around long enough to let him know I’m listening."Here's the deal," he said. "You tutor me. I keep Caleb off your back.""That's not a deal. That's a hostage negotiation.""It's an exchange of services." He leaned forward, elbows on the table. "You need someone between you and a guy who's spent four years treating you like property he forgot to put a fence around. I need someone who won't make me feel like a lab rat every time I misspell something.""You could get any tutor–""I don't want any tutor. I want someone who's already seen me at my worst and didn't run." He held up a hand before I could respond. "The bar doesn't count. That was my best."I didn't laugh. I wanted to. I didn't."Caleb won't stop," he said. Quieter now. "You know that. He doesn't want you but he doesn't want anyone else to have you either. That's not love – that's inventory management. And right now, you're an item he thinks got misplaced."It landed. Every word. Because
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CHAPTER 9 - CAMPUS' NEW GOSSIP
Campus also had opinions.The Thornfield gossip machine ran on coffee and cruelty, and Rhys Maddox walking across the quad with his arm around Naomi Ellis was premium fuel. By Monday morning, it was everywhere – group chats, Instagram stories, a thread on the anonymous campus confessions page that had three hundred comments before lunch.caleb's girl moved on FAST - that's not moving on that's upgrading - she's rebounding with the transfer?? - messy! - have you SEEN him though. i'd rebound too - wasn't she obsessed with caleb like two weeks ago? - this is embarrassing - plot twist: it's hot actuallyI read them all. Shouldn't have. Did anyway. Sitting in the library with my laptop open and my Gatsby essay untouched, scrolling through strangers' opinions about my love life like it was a spectator sport."You're doing this to get back at me."I closed my laptop.Caleb was standing at the end of my table. Hands in his pockets. That expression – concerned, measured, the golden-boy mask fi
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CHAPTER 10 - SLEEPING WITH MY STEPBROTHER
I came back to myself in pieces.His fingers around my wrist. My pulse hammering against his thumb. The kitchen light turning his grey eyes silver. The ice pack abandoned on the table, melting into a dish towel neither of us was thinking about.I pulled my hand free. Gently – but deliberately."We're supposed to be studying."He let go. No resistance. No smirk. Just released my wrist and leaned back in his chair like nothing had happened, except his eyes said everything had happened and he was going to let me pretend otherwise because he was patient enough to wait.I opened the Gatsby essay prompt. Spread my notes between us like a barricade."The green light," I said. "Fitzgerald uses it as a symbol of–""Hope." He said it flat. Dismissive. "Everybody says hope.""Because that's what it is. It represents Gatsby's belief that he can reach something better. That the future is worth reaching for.""No." He leaned forward. Elbows on the table. Those bandaged knuckles inches from my notes
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