Hockey Royalty

She's gorgeous, smart, and the bane of my existence. She's also my wife.Tenley Garrison and I hate each other. Sure, she's a leggy, blonde with a gorgeous smile and the bluest eyes I've ever seen, but she lives to push my buttons. One night in Vegas, I decide to push hers right back. Biggest mistake of my life.Somehow, after too many margaritas and too many dares, we wake up in the same bed with a hazy memory of a wedding chapel. No surprise, we both want an annulment. Tenley is busy launching her career as a documentary filmmaker, and I'm busy with hockey playoffs. Neither of us wants a partner we like let alone one we can't stand.But when the media finds out, Tenley's producers tell her they won't make her sports documentary unless we're in it, together. And my team makes it clear a divorce during playoffs is off the table. So we're forced to shack up and fake a happy marriage.When no one is looking, we're pranking each other, insulting each other and making each other squirm. I refuse to turn down her ridiculous dares. If I did, Tenley would think she's won, and I'm Nash Westwood, I never lose.Except when the dares turn sexy, sparks fly, shocking us both. Maybe there really is a fine line between love and hate. But there's no way I'm crossing that line with Tenley Garrison am I? Oh crap.

Liv Garrison needs a shoulder to cry on. I'm giving her that and a whole lot more.The media, the fans, my teammates, my coaches, all expect more from me than they do other hockey players. That's what happens when you're Crew Westwood, the son of hockey's beloved golden boy. I was pretty good at handling the pressure until my wife blew up our marriage and I responded by almost blowing up my house. Not my finest hour, but I've never been an emotionless robot like my twin brother.Now I have it all under control. I'm happy with who I am and my single, carefree life. Until a trip to Vegas, and the best one night stand of my life, changes everything. Turns out my 'sexy stranger' is actually the cousin of my teammate and best friend.Tate always told me Liv Garrison was the one who steered clear of all things hockey. He said she was a shy, innocent, virgin. Well not anymore. If Tate finds out about my steamy night with Liv, I'm screwed. But what has me even more terrified is that fact that I can't stop thinking about her. She's the most beautiful, authentic, kind, hilarious and accidentally sexy woman I've ever met.Liv's also got secrets she doesn't want to talk about, just like me. I can't fall in love again. I'm not cut out to handle that level of emotions. I have to stay away my brain keeps sending that memo, but my heart, and the rest of my body, refuse to listen.