My best friend’s little sister. My new roommate. The one woman I’m not allowed to touch.
Cade
When my best friend asks if his little sister can crash in my spare room for a while, I can’t say no. The Sinclairs are the closest thing I have to family, and I’d do anything for Dylan.
He just has one warning: keep my hands off Hannah.
Apparently my reputation precedes me. Fair. But come on. This is Dylan’s little sister. I’ve known her since she was a kid. The warning is completely unnecessary.
Then Hannah shows up at my door. My brain shuts down while the rest of me stands up and takes notice.
Which is a hell of a time to realize Hannah Sinclair grew up.
Having her under my roof only makes things worse. She’s sleeping down the hall, curling up beside me on the couch, and apparently she owns a bikini specifically designed to test the structural integrity of lifelong friendships.
Usually, I know exactly what to do with attraction like this. Sex is the easy part. With Hannah, it’s not even an option.
Because the Sinclairs took me in when my own family never really did. If I cross that line, I don’t just risk losing my best friend.
I could lose them all.
So keeping my hands off Hannah is the only smart move.
Too bad I’m getting dumber by the day.
Hannah
Nothing says I’m totally capable of handling my own life like calling your big brother because your roommate situation has become an actual nightmare.
I came to Miami determined to prove I could make it on my own. So far, I’m crushing it. I’m homeless, humiliated, and temporarily moving into the spare room of the last man on earth I should be living with.
Cade Beauchamp.
Miami Fusion hockey star. My brother’s best friend. And the secret crush I was supposed to outgrow years ago.
Spoiler: I didn’t.
One look at Cade, and those old PG fantasies about him get a very adult upgrade. Getting women into bed has never been Cade’s problem, and I’m suddenly very curious about what happens once he gets them there.
Unfortunately, he’s apparently decided his new role is protecting me from bad decisions.
Especially the one involving him.
I’ve spent my whole life being the one everyone thinks needs protecting. I don’t need my brother deciding who I can sleep with, and I definitely don’t need Cade doing it for him.
Now that Cade finally sees me as more than Dylan’s kid sister, I just need to convince him that some lines were made to be crossed.
Skating the Line 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 practically law, and the guys are still convinced falling in love might be their only shot at breaking the curse.
Featuring a big brother’s best friend, forced proximity, roommates, a longtime crush, forbidden attraction, found family, and one hockey player discovering that some lines are a lot harder not to cross.
Genre: Romance
Cade
When my best friend asks if his little sister can crash in my spare room for a while, I can’t say no. The Sinclairs are the closest thing I have to family, and I’d do anything for Dylan.
He just has one warning: keep my hands off Hannah.
Apparently my reputation precedes me. Fair. But come on. This is Dylan’s little sister. I’ve known her since she was a kid. The warning is completely unnecessary.
Then Hannah shows up at my door. My brain shuts down while the rest of me stands up and takes notice.
Which is a hell of a time to realize Hannah Sinclair grew up.
Having her under my roof only makes things worse. She’s sleeping down the hall, curling up beside me on the couch, and apparently she owns a bikini specifically designed to test the structural integrity of lifelong friendships.
Usually, I know exactly what to do with attraction like this. Sex is the easy part. With Hannah, it’s not even an option.
Because the Sinclairs took me in when my own family never really did. If I cross that line, I don’t just risk losing my best friend.
I could lose them all.
So keeping my hands off Hannah is the only smart move.
Too bad I’m getting dumber by the day.
Hannah
Nothing says I’m totally capable of handling my own life like calling your big brother because your roommate situation has become an actual nightmare.
I came to Miami determined to prove I could make it on my own. So far, I’m crushing it. I’m homeless, humiliated, and temporarily moving into the spare room of the last man on earth I should be living with.
Cade Beauchamp.
Miami Fusion hockey star. My brother’s best friend. And the secret crush I was supposed to outgrow years ago.
Spoiler: I didn’t.
One look at Cade, and those old PG fantasies about him get a very adult upgrade. Getting women into bed has never been Cade’s problem, and I’m suddenly very curious about what happens once he gets them there.
Unfortunately, he’s apparently decided his new role is protecting me from bad decisions.
Especially the one involving him.
I’ve spent my whole life being the one everyone thinks needs protecting. I don’t need my brother deciding who I can sleep with, and I definitely don’t need Cade doing it for him.
Now that Cade finally sees me as more than Dylan’s kid sister, I just need to convince him that some lines were made to be crossed.
Skating the Line 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 practically law, and the guys are still convinced falling in love might be their only shot at breaking the curse.
Featuring a big brother’s best friend, forced proximity, roommates, a longtime crush, forbidden attraction, found family, and one hockey player discovering that some lines are a lot harder not to cross.
Genre: Romance