His Icy Regret: I Quit My Hockey Secret Lover's Wet Sheet
Who was I to resist the temptation of a star hockey captain who wanted my body… and my cooking?
For two years, I was Marco Marten’s secret lover. A midnight craving he satisfied behind locked doors. I gave him every piece of my soul in the dark, while he gave me nothing but his silence in the light.
While he was still warm from my bed, he was busy planning the wedding of the century with the woman who had already stolen my past. To him, I was just a reasonable convenience. To me, he was my entire world.
But I am done being the shadow.
"We’re done, Marco. I’m getting married, too."
His grip tightened on my wrist, his eyes darkening with a dangerous, suffocating possessiveness. "You? Married? Who allowed it?"
He thinks he can keep me as his secret while he stands at the altar with her. He’s wrong.