Marit Bergstrom does not do fun. Fun is for starters.
She's the backup goalie with a national-camp shot on the line and a plan for every one of the hundred-plus days between her and it. Working a charity gala beside Cody Radek โ the sunshine enforcer who says good morning to the Zamboni โ was not in the plan.
He hums. He over-shares. He is a catastrophe of a man. And over one long night of donors and disasters, he does the single most dangerous thing anyone's ever done to Marit Bergstrom: he makes her want something she can't control.
College hockey romance with closed bedroom doors and wide-open hearts. One rink, one budget, zero chill โ welcome to Westlake, home of the Wolfhounds.
Meet the books โOne northern school. Two hockey programs sharing one building, one budget line, and approximately zero chill. Six books, six Westlake couples โ and a program that keeps almost-breaking.
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The athletic department gave both hockey captains one rink, one budget, and one season to prove which program deserves to survive. Falling for the enemy wasn't in either game plan.
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Westlake's newest starting goalie has ice in her veins and a national-camp invite on the line; the enforcer who's appointed himself her net-front shadow can't decide if he's guarding the net or falling through it.
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She's the only reason Westlake's best player is still academically eligible. He's the only secret she's not allowed to keep. A forbidden slow-burn that starts in a film room at two a.m.
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He left town to outrun a label. She's the reporter who can make it stick โ or finally help him set it down. Second-chance hometown exes on a playoff run.
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Two weeks. One fake relationship. Zero feelings. That was the deal โ until a holiday tournament abroad and a kiss that wasn't for the cameras.
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Some second chances arrive on tiny rental skates. A walk-on single dad, a learn-to-skate clinic, and the softest book on the Westlake shelf.
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The prequel novella โ Marit & Cody, one charity gala, one deeply inconvenient kiss. Free when you join the reader list.
Real yearning, earned kisses, and the kind of tension you can feel through the page. Every couple gets a complete happily-ever-after โ no cliffhanger romances, ever.
Rival captains at 5:30 a.m. ice handoffs. Grumpy goalies filing perfectly good men under variable. If they're not arguing, they're about five pages from kissing.
Closed bedroom door, wide-open heart. All the tension of a spicy book without the parts you'd have to hide from your mother. That's the promise โ on the cover of every book.
I grew up in a cold place with a backyard rink and a deeply unreasonable love of grumpy goalies. Now I write about a college hockey program where the men's and women's teams share one building, one budget, and approximately zero chill.
I write hockey romance with a very specific promise: all the swoon, all the banter, steamy but never graphic. If you've ever wanted the tension of a spicy book with the door respectfully closed, you're in exactly the right place.
My favorite part of this job is the readers. Hit reply on any email I ever send you โ tell me what wrecked you, which grumpy athlete I should torment next, whether you're Team Marit or Team Cody. I read every single answer, and I have Opinions.