HE TOLD ME TO CARRY MY OWN BAGS. I TOLD HIM TO GO TO HELL. NOW I’M SLEEPING IN HIS BED.
Santino “Sonny” Moretti is everything I’m not. He’s gritty, poor, and skates like he’s trying to punch a hole in the ice. He’s the Blackwell Bruins’ terrifying Enforcer, a man who speaks in grunts and glares. He thinks I’m just a spoiled “Princess” with a Black Card and a daddy who owns the stadium. He’s right. But he doesn’t know why.
Marie St. Clair. The name opens doors, but it closes hearts. When I accidentally set fire to my penthouse dorm (long story), my father cuts me off and exiles me to “The Ice Box”—a crumbling house filled with sweaty hockey players. My new roommate? The guy who hates my guts.
The plan was to ignore him. But when the heat goes out and we’re forced to huddle for warmth, the lines blur. I discover that behind the scars and the scowl, Sonny is a man who craves control. And God help me, I want to give it to him.
He calls me a brat. I call him Sir.
He tutors me in economics. I teach him how to lose control.
But we’re playing a dangerous game. My father holds Sonny’s scholarship in one hand and my trust fund in the other. If he catches us, Sonny loses his dream, and I lose the only man who has ever seen the real me.
Sonny plays defense on the ice. But in the bedroom? He’s playing to claim.
HE’S THE BILLIONAIRE QUARTERBACK WHO CAN’T SLEEP. I’M THE BROKE STUDENT PAID TO KNOCK HIM OUT. WE’RE A DISASTER WAITING TO HAPPEN.
Toby “Vamp” Vandermere is the King of Blackwood University.
He has a trusted arm, a billion-dollar inheritance, and a glare that freezes people in their tracks.
He also hasn’t slept through the night in three years.
To the world, he’s the “Prince.” To me, he’s the arrogant jerk who almost drowned in my therapy pool.
I want nothing to do with him. I hate football, I hate rich guys, and I definitely hate the way he looks at me like I’m a problem he wants to solve.
Kaley O’Shea is a walking stress headache.
She wears oversized hoodies, smells like vanilla and poverty, and isn’t impressed by my last name.
She’s also the only thing that quiets the noise in my head.
When my coach forces us together—her as my “Sleep Specialist,” me as her reluctant patient—we strike a deal.
I pay off her debts. She helps me sleep.
The rules are simple: No talking about the past. No catching feelings. And absolutely no touching.
But the rules go out the window when the lights go out.
One night in the gym turns into a fake dating contract to save my career.
Fake dates turn into real jealousy.
And “no touching” turns into me worshipping her on my kitchen counter until she forgets her own name.
We’re playing a dangerous game. My father wants to destroy her. The NFL wants to own me.
And if I’m not careful, the only thing I’m going to break isn’t the passing record… it’s her heart.
Book 1 – Billion Dollar Goal
Book 2 – Billionaire Quarterback
Book 3 – Billionaire Goalie
Book 4 – Billionaire’s Curse
Book 5 – Her Billionaire Save
Book 6 – Billionaire’s Baby Doll
Book 7 – Billionaire’s Virgin Toy
Book 8 – Billionaire Linebacker
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