Payne by name, pain by nature . . .

Milo Payne is the grumpiest goalie in the NHL. He's also annoyingly attractive with his broad shoulders, stubbled jaw, and piercing green eyes. Not that I care.

He may be used to women falling at his feet, but I refuse to be one of them. I'm a shelf-diagnosed, snarky booktrovert who's only a sap for romance on the page, not in real life. I've been treated like dirt by guys before—I won't let it happen again.

But suddenly, Milo is everywhere I turn. On my early morning walks. Hanging out with my friends. Moving in next door. It's irritating . . . and okay, maybe a little fun to have someone to exchange barbs with.

Because under his gruff exterior, he's surprisingly quick-witted, smart, and kind. A dream guy . . . if I were looking for that sort of thing, which I definitely am not. Then I discover why he's moved to Comfort Bay, and slowly, the stone walls I've built around my heart start tumbling down.

Milo and I started off as enemies, but will we end up as something else?



Contains mature themes.