From the creator of the On the Line and Fire on Ice hockey sentiment arrangement comes a sultry novel including an agonizing NHL player who’s damnation on skates—and the simple lady who compels him to get it together.
Miranda: Even however I’m destitute, putting myself through school, and maintaining two sources of income, I’m attempting to make the best of it. In the interim, Jake Birch, hockey’s most sizzling terrible kid, lives in a lavish inn in downtown Chicago—and still whines about each easily overlooked detail in his penthouse. Be that as it may, after I berate him, rather than getting me let go, Jake asks for me as his own maid. At that point he begins playing with me. Just I’m not being a tease back . . . at any rate, I’m doing whatever it takes not to. Did I say that he’s hockey’s most blazing awful kid?
Jake: I’ve met the best lady even under the least favorable conditions conceivable time. Miranda is the fire to my ice—a hot, charmingly genuine start who separates my dividers and reminds me what it resembles to feel once more. In any case, I’m being compelled to date my group proprietor’s little girl to keep my employment, so I can’t be gotten with Miranda. Still, we’re getting nearer—until Miranda gets some answers concerning my “better half.” And that is not by any means the only mystery I’ve been keeping. In any case, Miranda’s the one I need . . . regardless of the possibility that she doesn’t trust me.