Showstopper

I swore I wouldn't do this again. Mix sports, school, and sex. But right now the only thing standing between me and the NHL is six feet of frenemy packed into a pair of formfitting jeans that have me thinking all kinds of things I shouldn't. Mostly how to get him out of them.

I don't just want Kolby. I need him. Because I've got to pass this theater class—yeah, I said theater—if I'm going to keep my spot on the team. When tutoring sessions turn into dates-not-dates over Shipley Cider at Vino and Veritas, I realize it's going to be harder than I thought to keep my hands on my stick and off of Kolby. Worse, I think I might be falling for him. But I'm not ready for that. I want to keep this thing between us on the down low for now.

But Kolby hates secrets. Especially his own . . .

Contains mature themes.

© 2022 Tantor Media (Hljóðbók): 9781705299944

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Hljóðbók: 10 maj 2022