Desert Ice Hockey

Hockey was everything, but now I’m questioning if I’ll ever make it to the NHL. I need to find a life. In comes a stunning guy in designer jeans and hair so dark and silky, I struggle to keep my fingers to myself. We connect at an animal rescue, where I accidentally soak him with a hose. I give him my team shirt to make amends. The vision of him in my clothes stirs a primal urge in me. When he mentions he’s queer, my heart skips a beat. But he’s only interested in a hookup.

I’m minding my own business when he struts into our locker room. His confidence and sex appeal in his fitted suit and million-dollar smile are undeniable. After picking my jaw off the floor, I collect myself. I need to find out more about him. Do I follow him around? Yes. Do I make a fool of myself? Maybe. While celebrating a win at the gay bar, my temper flares when I see him with another man. Do I dare take a chance?

I should hate him. But after learning the truth, how could I not fall for him? MasonMy rookie season in the NHL started with a gut punch. There he was, standing in my locker room. Jett Jarvis, a player hated by his former teammates. He has an arrogant smirk, intense eyes, and a birthmark that looks… too familiar. I’m sure I saw it on the dude who dumped me in my hookup app. They say Jarvis isn’t gay, but I bet he’s the same jerk. I’m getting to the bottom of this, even if it means pushing his buttons until he snaps. But the more I mess with him, my anger loses out to my attraction.

As a hockey goalie, I don’t back down. When I meet my match in a figure skater, will my relentless pursuit win his heart? AceBeing in a dry spell sucks. Not my hockey game, my love life. My friends decide it’s time to fix it. So they drag me out, dressed to impress. Then I see him—exactly my type, all smoldering eyes and a slender body that’s got me forgetting how to breathe. When our hookup leads to a connection, he gives me his number and I can't believe my luck. Then... he ghosts me. Out of nowhere. Why? ZomaAll I wanted was a quick hookup to take the edge off. No complications, no strings.

Hockey is my life. My ticket to the NHL is in sight, and I can’t afford distractions. Then Coach pairs me with Rowan, the new guy from Boston. He’s talented, sharp, and annoyingly irresistible. When he asks to hit the gay bar with me and my friends, I chalk it up to curiosity. But one too many drinks later, I spill my truth—and suddenly, he’s looking at me like he’s ready to cross a line he’s never touched before. I’ve been burned by straight guys before, and I’m not about to get hurt again. Rowan swears he’s different. Can I risk believing him?