Jamie Letourneau

I overhear their bet—who can get Coach's daughter in their bed first? I'm ready to bring the entire Bexley U hockey team to their knees. Instead of fleeing, I flirt. Instead of hiding, I run just so they'll chase me. Luring my father's players into a trap has a certain appeal to it. Except, Aasher isn't fooled by my feigned temptation. He has too much riding on a perfect season and has plans to join the NHL after winning the Frozen Four.

I should've known Tatum Taylor was nothing but a pretty little liar when I caught her trying to sneak into my concert. After I let her into the arena, then saw her in the crowd, I couldn't help but invite her onto the stage and take a birthday shot with her. We spent one night together before I asked for her number and she warned me to keep my distance. She's engaged, after all. Or so I thought, until we run into each other again.

Kensington Bradwell doesn't get told no often. Not when he built an empire from the ground up, not when he became the most powerful man in North Haven, and definitely not when he met my mother. A picture-perfect relationship, a happy family, and twenty years of marriage—all thrown away for a man with no morals. Tearing him down won't be easy, but I won't stop until his empire is in flames. For my sister, for my father, for me, I need to find a way to break him.

Colby McNichols, otherwise known as the baby-faced assassin, is the left wing for the Western Wildcats hockey team. All he has to do is sign his name on the dotted line and he’ll play for the pros after his senior season. What I’ve heard from the girls on campus, who aren’t shy about spilling the tea, is that he’s totally earned his reputation. For reasons I can’t fathom, Colby has decided to insert himself in my life. Everywhere I go, there he is. Which makes holding him at a distance nearly impossible. He might be smoking hot but there’s zero point in starting something with this guy.

It was dark, and in my defense, he was tall, muscled, and smelled like the most tempting sin. I couldn't resist, and the second he touched me, I knew I was never going to be the same. It was a night filled with the kind of intensity a woman could only ever dream of. Nothing could have tainted such perfectness. At least, that's what I thought. Because the delicious man I let rail me into oblivion isn't the perfect stranger I thought he was. No, he's anything but.