Eight hockey players. One scorned puck bunny. And the worst curse in professional hockey.
King
I don’t believe in curses.
And I definitely don’t believe in psychics.
But ever since one of the guys had a messy breakup that turned into full-blown supernatural revenge, the Miami Fusion has gone from a record-breaking season to barely holding it together. Now my teammates are hanging on every word of a so-called soulmate expert, convinced the only way to break the curse is to find ‘the one.’
Which is how I get dragged into a psychic reading I never wanted.
When the guys decide that every ridiculous clue points to Riley Compton, that’s a problem.
She’s the one woman who hates me—and isn’t afraid to show it.
My team is spiraling, and fixing it is my job. If pretending to date her gets them out of their heads and back to playing like the team that couldn’t lose, I’ll do what needs to be done.
Of course, Riley refuses to date me.
So I make sure saying no isn’t her best option.
It’s controlled.
Temporary.
For the team.
I knew she wouldn’t make it easy. Fake dating her feels more like hate-dating with better kissing. Every argument turns into a challenge, every battle into foreplay. By the time I realize I’m not pretending anymore, it’s already too late.
Riley was never part of the plan.
And falling for the one woman who hates me is the kind of mistake I don'''t make.
Riley
I hate Phoenix King.
Captain of the Miami Fusion. Media darling. The same arrogant hockey god who brushed me off years ago like I was nothing.
I remember exactly what he did.
He doesn’t even remember me.
So yeah, I take a little pleasure in calling him out, needling him during interviews, and knocking him down a peg every chance I get.
When he corners me into fake dating him to break his team’s ridiculous curse, I plan to make his life a living hell.
Turns out, he’s not that easy to break.
We don’t just clash.
We combust.
It’s getting harder to hide how much he turns me on, and even harder to remember why I should.
I still hate him.
I should hate him.
I’m just doing a terrible job of it lately.
Puck Her Up is a standalone in The Sex Hex Series—a laugh-out-loud, steamy hockey romance set in the chaotic world of the Miami Fusion, where locker room banter is ruthless, team superstitions are taken way too seriously, and one very questionable psychic keeps making things worse.
Featuring a stoic captain, a reporter with a grudge, fake dating, enemies-to-lovers tension, and a so-called fated mates situation, this book delivers heat, chaos, and the kind of chemistry that turns a simple plan into a complete disaster.
Genre: Romance
King
I don’t believe in curses.
And I definitely don’t believe in psychics.
But ever since one of the guys had a messy breakup that turned into full-blown supernatural revenge, the Miami Fusion has gone from a record-breaking season to barely holding it together. Now my teammates are hanging on every word of a so-called soulmate expert, convinced the only way to break the curse is to find ‘the one.’
Which is how I get dragged into a psychic reading I never wanted.
When the guys decide that every ridiculous clue points to Riley Compton, that’s a problem.
She’s the one woman who hates me—and isn’t afraid to show it.
My team is spiraling, and fixing it is my job. If pretending to date her gets them out of their heads and back to playing like the team that couldn’t lose, I’ll do what needs to be done.
Of course, Riley refuses to date me.
So I make sure saying no isn’t her best option.
It’s controlled.
Temporary.
For the team.
I knew she wouldn’t make it easy. Fake dating her feels more like hate-dating with better kissing. Every argument turns into a challenge, every battle into foreplay. By the time I realize I’m not pretending anymore, it’s already too late.
Riley was never part of the plan.
And falling for the one woman who hates me is the kind of mistake I don'''t make.
Riley
I hate Phoenix King.
Captain of the Miami Fusion. Media darling. The same arrogant hockey god who brushed me off years ago like I was nothing.
I remember exactly what he did.
He doesn’t even remember me.
So yeah, I take a little pleasure in calling him out, needling him during interviews, and knocking him down a peg every chance I get.
When he corners me into fake dating him to break his team’s ridiculous curse, I plan to make his life a living hell.
Turns out, he’s not that easy to break.
We don’t just clash.
We combust.
It’s getting harder to hide how much he turns me on, and even harder to remember why I should.
I still hate him.
I should hate him.
I’m just doing a terrible job of it lately.
Puck Her Up is a standalone in The Sex Hex Series—a laugh-out-loud, steamy hockey romance set in the chaotic world of the Miami Fusion, where locker room banter is ruthless, team superstitions are taken way too seriously, and one very questionable psychic keeps making things worse.
Featuring a stoic captain, a reporter with a grudge, fake dating, enemies-to-lovers tension, and a so-called fated mates situation, this book delivers heat, chaos, and the kind of chemistry that turns a simple plan into a complete disaster.
Genre: Romance