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The Ice Hawks keep winning despite their star forward, not because of him. I send. I snap the laptop shut. Bag slung over my shoulder. Tunnel ahead....dim, echoing, smelling like wet pads and regret. I hate this place. Hate how every game turns into worship. Hate how I still come. Skates scratch behind me. Quick stop. "You're fast tonight." I don't turn. "Deadline." "Bullshit." His voice is low, amused. Closer. Gear clanking softly. "You had that piece done before the third even started."

The hockey stick would have fallen from his hand if he hadn't held it to his chest. But I lifted my chin, knowing such a deal had to profit him too. “And I’ll make you a champion.” He crossed his arms, his sleeves pulled tight and I hated that my eyes went there first, to see the way those muscles rippled. Hated that my lips parted. My heart was a thunder storm and my dead quiet wolf twitched awake, her ears up to listen. "You want to use me," he responded bluntly, not raising his voice like he was used to it.

The house behind me streamed out a warm, welcoming glow toward the lake, beckoning cold skaters in from the icy air. I could see Audrey and Ray hand in hand making slow circles on the lake. They projected a happiness I didn't know was possible. I wondered what had driven them apart so long ago; watching them fall in love for the second time was like getting to witness magic. I didn't know how it was happening, I didn’t want to question it; I just wanted to let it happen. "Hot chocolate for the lady." Andrew's voice cut through my thoughts. I turned and took the hot Styrofoam cup in my hands, breathing in its aroma. Chocolate, frost, and pine smoke all mixed in a delicious medley that would f

That earned him a puck flicked at his shin. “Don’t bring Skylar into this,” I warned, smirking. “Oh, come on, Captain,” Liam said. “Half the team’s living for your little romance arc. You’re like the hockey version of a Hallmark movie.” “Yeah,” Peter added. “The brooding athlete and the artsy girl who heals his soul with eyeliner and emotional honesty.” “Keep talking, and I’ll heal your jaw with a slap shot,” I said briskly to them. They howled with laughter, and even I couldn’t hold back a smile.

Specifically to the pages sitting next to his keyboard – a cover page visible with what appeared to be a very muscular torso sketched in pencil. “Cole.” He reached for the pages. Too slow. “Was that a romance novel?” He slammed his laptop shut like that would somehow help. “It’s literary fiction with romantic elements.” “There was a shirtless hockey player on the cover page.” “...Research.” Sienna looked at me. I looked at Sienna. For one second – one brief, ridiculous, beautiful second – the weight of everything lifted and we were just two girls in a boy’s apartment discovering that the 6′4" redheaded goalie with the deadpan delivery was secretly writing love stories.

My hand trembled violently as I pushed the door open just a few inches wider. The dim light inside the private room revealed two figures against the plush leather couch. A gorgeous blonde model—one of the puck bunnies who frequently hung around the arena—was draped over Roman’s lap, her hands tangled in his dark hair. And Roman... Roman had his hands gripped tightly on her waist, his head tilted back against the couch, his lips pressed hard against hers in a messy, aggressive make-out session. A sudden, violent explosion of pain ripped through my chest. “Three! Two! One! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

My plans for the year were already rolled out, I just hope I would get to achieve all of them. A bit sad 'cause my contract with Ian would be coming to an end in the next one month. Anyways, whatever it might be, one sure thing was I would be fine at the end. As for my new book, it was coming together beautifully. I haven't chosen a name yet but I have written close to thirty something chapters already. As I had earlier planned, a hockey romance book with a contract relationship trope and some dark sexy stuff. Here was my blurb: 'Sloane Mercer, a visual artist agrees to a contractual relationship with a hockey star, Gavin King for just three months. This no strings entanglement was supposed

Right in front of the world I had built to drag her back to me. A dark, suffocating rage clawed its way up my throat. For months, Danica had been mine. Behind closed doors, in the quiet, shadowed corners of the hockey house, she was the hidden flame I returned to night after night. I hadn't needed to woo her. I hadn't needed to play the romantic games that lesser men played; I was the captain, the dominant force on this campus, and I took what I wanted with a cold, possessive certainty. I thought the raw, unyielding heat between us was an anchor she could never break away from.

“I’ve played different ice sports for over a century. Hockey now. It’s easy to hide among athletes.” He looked at Alex seriously. “I drink stored blood so I don’t hurt people. But this—” he gestured between them “—is dangerous. If hunters or the league find out… it’s over.” Alex stepped closer. “Let them worry about that,” he said. Then he kissed Jake again, slower this time. Jake melted into the kiss. They fell onto the grass together under the stars, laughing softly between kisses. For a while there was nothing but the sound of the lake and their breathing.