Slapshot Bride (Slapshot #1)

My playbook says never touch a runaway bride.

Too bad I can’t stop thinking about stickhandling her between my sheets. A bride in full wedding gear yanks open my car door and tells me to drive. I’m in the middle of the season.

Hockey’s golden boy. I don’t need a gorgeous disaster moving in with me. But one look at Riley and I decide her problems are mine.

Now she’s barefoot in my kitchen, wearing my t-shirts, and looking at me with big eyes like I hung the damn moon. I don’t do girlfriends. But when her toxic ex shows up, I tell that prick she’s mine.

Turns out I’m starting to mean it. I’m getting addicted to the way she falls apart for me. One taste of Riley was never going to be enough. The problem? Her brother is my best friend.

Every rule says she’s forbidden. Too late. My runaway bride is already carrying my MVP. Sorry, sweetheart.

I was never very good at following the rules.