He Pucked The Wrong Side

My mother-in-law and I were traveling together. We'd just checked into the Solenne Hotel in Rivera City and decided to hit the pool. Then this woman—dressed like money and attitude—pinched her nose like we stank. "This is a luxury hotel. How did you people even get in? Sneak in just for the pool? Ugh, I need a test after this." Buzzkill. I snapped, "It's a hotel pool. Guests swim. If that's a problem, go build your own." Her face twisted. "Excuse me? Do you even know who I am? My husband owns this place. We always stay in the top suite. So get out. You reek of broke. You're contaminating the water." Georgina and I traded a look. Ice cold. This was her son's hotel. My husband's. Since when did he come with a second wife?

On the ice they are bitter rivals, but off the ice they can’t keep their hands off each other. Kael, the dominant alpha and coach’s son, has always clashed with Riven, the defiant omega who refuses to submit. When an explodes into raw, angry sex, neither of them expects it to become an addiction. Now they risk everything sneaking around locker rooms and late-night practices, fighting on the ice while giving in to each other in the dark. What started as hate has turned into something far more dangerous, and neither alpha nor omega is willing to stop.

My hand wraps around his wrist, and I try to break free of his hold. It’s no use, so I just dig my fingers into the tendons there and glare at him. “What the hell’s your problem?” His forearm presses against my sternum as he crowds me more, ice-blue mismatched eyes full of unchecked rage. “You’re my fucking problem. Hockey’s little golden boy, coming out here with your good game tonight, acting like you own the sport.” He’s trying to get under my skin, but it won’t work. Unlike him, I don’t let my temper control me, and I definitely don’t toss hands at the drop of a hat whenever I can’t rein in my feelings. Which is why he doesn’t get the reaction he was hoping for, and I snort out a laugh. “Seriously? It was a compliment. One I meant, so just take it and move the fuck on.” “Move the fuck on?”

The novel is about a contemporary married couple on bad bases. Including hatred. But the arrival of the third person will change the cost of their living not only into a nightmare but also make them discover love

When Scarlet Cooper takes a new job as a nanny, she assumes she’s going to work for the rich couple who hired her. But instead of pulling up to their million-dollar estate, she finds herself on the front porch of a humble farmhouse, looking into the eyes of dark and brooding single dad, Weston Dawson. It’s bad enough that Weston doesn’t have a fortune to charm out of him, but he’s also a cop. After marrying his high school sweetheart only to have her up and leave weeks after their baby was born, Weston has sworn off women for life. All that matters now is taking care of his son, Jackson. If anyone can break down the tough exterior of the former soldier, it’s Scarlet. But just when she’s close to getting exactly what she wants, she’s faced with a whole new challenge, which just might be the biggest con she’s ever pulled: pretending she doesn’t love him.

"I bet you slipped those fingers between your thighs and made yourself come thinking of my fangs inside that neck, didn't you sunce moje?" *** They are the gods of hockey in my school. Men forged to conquer the world both on and off the ice. But I know who they really are beneath those helmets. They are the men who had my sister fall for them blindly. The men who promised her the world once the went pro. Then they killed her and now all the gloves are off. Going after my dead twin sister's boyfriends was never supposed to be easy but when I get in too deep with them, enough to like the way they live off my scent, I start to think I never signed up for this. I never signed up to be shackled to...real monsters let alone wear their numbers on my back.