Rochester Riot Boxed Set

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The Slot

She’s hell on heels. From the moment we met over powdered sugar, I yearned to melt the icicles dripping from her wool tailored tweed. I have to have her and I always get what I want. Even if it means giving up my playboy ways.

I’m the most badass center the NHL has ever seen and my plus/minus ratio is inspiring. Almost as impressive as my chiseled body and, ahem . . . other huge assets. I can fire a shot from any angle that will make the opposing goalie scream for his mother. When it comes to pucks and f*cks, I’ll always light the red light.

But my desire for Eloise puts my Hall of Fame career on the line. That and her secrets. The ones I never wanted to know. I’m a rich, famous hockey player—she’s a front office exec. On paper we don’t fit. But there’s one place where we fit. Like a glove.

I have a stellar career and other obligations so I know I shouldn’t get involved with her. It’s too perilous. I can’t fall . . . risk losing my heart. But for the first time, a woman sees me. The real me. Not some millionaire playboy that leaves panting women stranded in the stands. And I sure as hell want her. Her tempting curves beg me to take it all.

But Eloise has been hiding something from me. She has a secret that threatens to destroy us both. And so this soaring NHL superstar is actually worried. Because if she lets it see the light of day,we’re over.

Done.

The Crease

She’s unique. Different. The moment we met I was gone. Long gone. From her pink hair to her vintage Converse sneakers. I have to have her and I always get what I want. Even if it means my dark secret could be exposed. My addiction to her might ruin my career. Maybe even my life.

I’m the most badass goalie the NHL has ever seen and my save percentage is inspiring. Almost as impressive as my chiseled body and ahem . . . other huge assets. I can snag any explosive rebound, any one-timer from the point and anything else that flies my way. I’ll lead my team to the Stanley Cup or die trying.

But my desire for Kylie puts my Hall of Fame career on the line. That and him. A vicious sociopathic blast from the past that I thought I’d never have to see again. And never wanted to. I’m a rich, famous hockey player—she’s a personal assistant. On paper we don’t fit. But there’s one place where we fit. Like a glove.

I have a stellar career and family obligations so I know I shouldn’t get involved with her. It’s too perilous. I can’t fall . . . risk losing my heart. But for the first time, a woman sees me. The real me. Not some walking wallet that distributes Benjamins like a malfunctioning ATM. And I sure as hell want her. Her tempting curves beg me to take it all.

But she’s been hiding something from me too. She has a secret that threatens to destroy us both. Even worse than mine. And so the superstar goalie is actually afraid. Because if either of those secrets see the light of day, it’s over.

Done.