One look and I know… this chick hates me. I should walk away, find some puck bunny to gleefully sit on my lap and tell me what a big, hot, hockey stud I am--totally true, BTW. But there’s just somethin…
Ten days. That’s all I’m asking for. But not one of my NHL teammates is willing to cough up a sister, cousin, or trusted friend to play my fake girlfriend for t…
There I am, working to get a rise out of my cranky little rule-following, fun-wrecking, soon-to-be ex-neighbor when my one-night stand from last season shows up… in labor.
Hayes Davis is America’s sweetheart, the #1 hockey player in the country, and my fake fiancé. Simple, right? It would be, if my betrothed were anyone else.
It seems like a solid plan… • Get hitched, Vegas style. • Lose each other’s numbers, permanently. • Avoid pitfalls of real marriage forever. …Until I sober up, and my wife is already gone.
There are some people in life who know exactly how to push your buttons. For me, it’s Rye Peterson. We can’t spend more than ten minutes together before we’re at each other’s throats, which make…
