Freya M Love

He's five years younger than me, and he's determined to get under my skin. And my lycra.Nate Southwell and I have nothing in common, except a love for hockey and getting sweaty. Me, in the gym, as a personal trainer. Him with every puck bunny he can get his hands on.What could the defenseman for the Lowball Bay Sea Dragons possibly want with me? Does he want to add me to his list of conquests?That must be it. I have a better chance of being run over by a peddle-powered car driven by pink monkeys than have this be real love.Right? To add to the mess that is my life, a blast from the past has shown up to turn everything on its head. Don't even get me started on my eccentric grandmother. I might lose my pucking mind, or I might end up falling head over heels, in spite of myself.

A chance meeting in a quiet corner of a bar leaves me furious, doubting my life choices. Who does he think he is anyway? Just because Cam North is a tall, smoking hot hockey god doesn't mean he can talk to me like that.I'm done being a doormat for anyone. He was burned before? That's not my problem.What he doesn't know is who I actually am and why I'm about to make his life a whole lot more complicated.I have one goal-make the Lowball Bay Sea Dragons ice hockey team as good as I know they can be. To do that, I need to keep a safe distance between me and the players. I can't lose my perspective.I sure as hell can't lose my heart.