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.