Mason
I came to Miami for hockey. What I got was a team with too many opinions. And finding a woman in pink lace writhing on my bed? Definitely not part of the plan.
The trade hadn’t been my choice. Toronto was home. Miami felt like punishment wrapped in palm trees and humidity.
Mistake number one? Letting my assistant Gideon handle the move. He was the same man who approved a photoshoot for my athletic wear sponsorship without mentioning it was for their new line of briefs. Now my… bulge was plastered across two-story billboards in downtown Toronto.
Mistake number two? Putting him in charge of my new condo. It looked like a cabin-themed fever dream until you hit the bedroom: black satin sheets, a mirrored ceiling, and a headboard with questionable attachments. Gideon called it ‘rustic-meets-romance.’ I called it a fireable offense.
And the decor wasn’t the biggest surprise.
When I walked in, a sexy woman in pink lace was sprawled across my bed—heels still on, skirt riding high, and her hand in a place that definitely didn’t need professional evaluation.
She scrambled off like the bed was on fire and muttered something about ‘testing the equipment.’
Sure.
New team. New city. No excuses.
She wasn’t part of the plan, just temptation I couldn’t afford. So why did she feel like fate?
Lila
With my boss out on maternity leave, my first solo project came with one mission: don’t screw it up.
The assignment? A mystery man with a design request that could generously be called… unique. Cozy cabin living in a luxury high-rise with a hidden sexy boudoir.
I tried to keep an open mind. Really.
My job was to make it work. Not judge the guy for his moose obsession or kinky lifestyle.
I was doing the final walkthrough when I spotted the restraints. And the mirrored ceiling. And, well… curiosity is a powerful thing. One second I was inspecting the stitching on the duvet, the next I was flat on my back, mentally starring in a scene I had no business rehearsing.
That’s when he walked in.
Tall, broad-shouldered, unfairly gorgeous. And watching me like he’d just caught me in the world’s most inappropriate audition.
I’ve had bad days. This one came with witnesses.
The worst part? I was already hooked before I learned who he was. Before the billboards. Before I realized he was a professional athlete with a fanbase that tracked his abs in real time.
Getting involved with a man like that wasn’t just a bad idea.
It was exposure.
And I’d spent years staying invisible until the world forgot about me.
Pucked by Fate is the first 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 practically law, and absolutely no pucks are given.
Featuring grumpy/sunshine tension, fish-out-of-water chaos, mistaken identity, and off-the-charts chemistry, this novel kicks off a series full of found family, escalating antics, and the first hint that the Fusion might be playing for more than just the Cup.
Genre: Romance
I came to Miami for hockey. What I got was a team with too many opinions. And finding a woman in pink lace writhing on my bed? Definitely not part of the plan.
The trade hadn’t been my choice. Toronto was home. Miami felt like punishment wrapped in palm trees and humidity.
Mistake number one? Letting my assistant Gideon handle the move. He was the same man who approved a photoshoot for my athletic wear sponsorship without mentioning it was for their new line of briefs. Now my… bulge was plastered across two-story billboards in downtown Toronto.
Mistake number two? Putting him in charge of my new condo. It looked like a cabin-themed fever dream until you hit the bedroom: black satin sheets, a mirrored ceiling, and a headboard with questionable attachments. Gideon called it ‘rustic-meets-romance.’ I called it a fireable offense.
And the decor wasn’t the biggest surprise.
When I walked in, a sexy woman in pink lace was sprawled across my bed—heels still on, skirt riding high, and her hand in a place that definitely didn’t need professional evaluation.
She scrambled off like the bed was on fire and muttered something about ‘testing the equipment.’
Sure.
New team. New city. No excuses.
She wasn’t part of the plan, just temptation I couldn’t afford. So why did she feel like fate?
Lila
With my boss out on maternity leave, my first solo project came with one mission: don’t screw it up.
The assignment? A mystery man with a design request that could generously be called… unique. Cozy cabin living in a luxury high-rise with a hidden sexy boudoir.
I tried to keep an open mind. Really.
My job was to make it work. Not judge the guy for his moose obsession or kinky lifestyle.
I was doing the final walkthrough when I spotted the restraints. And the mirrored ceiling. And, well… curiosity is a powerful thing. One second I was inspecting the stitching on the duvet, the next I was flat on my back, mentally starring in a scene I had no business rehearsing.
That’s when he walked in.
Tall, broad-shouldered, unfairly gorgeous. And watching me like he’d just caught me in the world’s most inappropriate audition.
I’ve had bad days. This one came with witnesses.
The worst part? I was already hooked before I learned who he was. Before the billboards. Before I realized he was a professional athlete with a fanbase that tracked his abs in real time.
Getting involved with a man like that wasn’t just a bad idea.
It was exposure.
And I’d spent years staying invisible until the world forgot about me.
Pucked by Fate is the first 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 practically law, and absolutely no pucks are given.
Featuring grumpy/sunshine tension, fish-out-of-water chaos, mistaken identity, and off-the-charts chemistry, this novel kicks off a series full of found family, escalating antics, and the first hint that the Fusion might be playing for more than just the Cup.
Genre: Romance
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