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Score big with this spicy, laugh-out-loud hockey rom-com from #1 New York Times bestselling author Lauren Blakely. --My new neighbour is a hot, grumpy hockey player who works out shirtless on his porch every morning. But it’s not technically spying if I just happen to be on my patio at the same time. . . right?Imagine my surprise when the sexy grouch turns out to be the client who just hired me to redecorate the house he’s giving his mom. What’s a ray of sunshine like me to do? Pretend I’ve never noticed his abs while we pick out furniture - since I’d never date a client. And Ford Devon? He’s made it clear this is his final season, and he wants zero distractions. Which means I need to exercise some serious resistance. . . To his cool blue eyes that track my every move. To that deep voice that makes me shiver. And to the mouth that shuts me up one night in our shared backyard with a scorching kiss. Oops. We agree it’s a one-time slip up. But when he insists on being my date to my cheating ex’s party. . . we slip up again into a very fun sleepover. With our dogs watching!One fake date at a charity gala turns into another at a hockey game, and somewhere between fabric swatches and porch picnics, I stop pretending. But how do I convince Ford that with me, he can have both love and hockey?Tropes:ice hockey romanceneighbours-to-loversgrumpy x sunshinefake dating
Score big with this spicy, laugh-out-loud hockey rom-com from #1 New York Times bestselling author Lauren Blakely. --My new neighbour is a hot, grumpy hockey player who works out shirtless on his porch every morning. But it’s not technically spying if I just happen to be on my patio at the same time. . . right?Imagine my surprise when the sexy grouch turns out to be the client who just hired me to redecorate the house he’s giving his mom. What’s a ray of sunshine like me to do? Pretend I’ve never noticed his abs while we pick out furniture - since I’d never date a client. And Ford Devon? He’s made it clear this is his final season, and he wants zero distractions. Which means I need to exercise some serious resistance. . . To his cool blue eyes that track my every move. To that deep voice that makes me shiver. And to the mouth that shuts me up one night in our shared backyard with a scorching kiss. Oops. We agree it’s a one-time slip up. But when he insists on being my date to my cheating ex’s party. . . we slip up again into a very fun sleepover. With our dogs watching!One fake date at a charity gala turns into another at a hockey game, and somewhere between fabric swatches and porch picnics, I stop pretending. But how do I convince Ford that with me, he can have both love and hockey?Tropes:ice hockey romanceneighbours-to-loversgrumpy x sunshinefake dating