Sasha:
He’s a player. End of story.
I’m not interested.

Tate:
Something about her lights me up inside. Makes me reckless.
So what if she doesn’t like me?
I like her—a lot.
And once I turn on the charm, she doesn’t stand a chance.

Sasha:
Fine. Maybe we can use each other for sex.
And the occasional late night conversation that nobody else will understand. That doesn’t mean anything…

THE PLAY-BY-PLAY:

* They don’t like each other, but they both like sex—and watching

* They have more in common with each other than they want to admit

* Sometimes the best fuck buddies are friends, too

THE SCORE:

* This is a hockey romance heavy on body-checking and double entendres, and light on ice-time. Let’s call it hockey-adjacent. We make up for that with angsty fighting, happy screwing, and a love story so secret even the main characters don’t see it coming.

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