Heatwave Hockey Series

My brother's best friend will do anything to win. Even if it means pretending to date me–his sworn enemy. But claiming my V-card wasn't part of the plan. He's Goalie-zilla of the Houston Heatwave and the man I can't stand. Number 33. Ryker-freakin-Balinger. The only things we have in common are the temporary roof we share and the arena where we both work. Dealing with this muscular, tatted-up grump is the last thing I need. But he needs good press. And I want revenge on the team's newest arrival. So this relationship is all for show.

One night with the enemy player next door… now he's calling me his wife. Seven years ago, we shared a night. The next morning, he didn't remember. Now, I'm a journalist working my way up the news media ladder when my best friend's moody brother moves in next door. And now an endless parade of rowdy hockey bros stroll our shared hall.

A new dating app claims to have found my perfect weekend hookup. We can't send pictures of our faces; anything else is open game. So when I finally meet the dirty-talking stranger of my dreams… I nearly faint when I see it's my brother's supposed saint of a teammate. Michael Ferguson—the son of Houston's most renowned pastor. His family represents everything good, innocent, and wholesome. With the exception of his brother, who I used to date. On paper, we couldn't be more different. But with the mouth on this man and the way his muscles harden at my touch… Nothing stays off-limits.

Joshua Hicks is a hockey superstar who hired me for one thing: to help him with three kids that landed on his doorstep. Day one, he's shirtless and working on his car. It takes everything in me to look away, but he soaks me up like the sun itself. When he finds out I've never been kissed, he offers me a proposition. I live with him as his nanny for the summer; he'll teach me all about dating. His lessons leave me breathless… a touch here… a kiss there. It doesn't mean anything, right?