Deked: An Older Woman/Younger Man, Steamy Hockey Romance (Connecticut Commodores #4)

He’s a laid back d-man with a mess on his hands. She’s the matchmaker his mom hired to find him a date.

to deceive (an opponent) by a fake.



I just wanted to help clean up my hometown after a flood. But someone snapped a few photos, and now I’m the thirst trap of the season. Overnight, I’ve gone from the low-key, perpetually single defenseman on the Commodores to the man of the moment, and I want no part of it.

Worse, a TV producer spotted me and offered me a spot on a reality dating show. In a panic, I lied and said I had a girlfriend. Problem is, I’ve sworn off love. But maybe my mom and her meddling friends are onto something with hiring a matchmaker. Maybe this matchmaker can find me someone willing to fake it for the cameras. No drama. No feelings. Just low-key and easy — exactly how I like it.

Except when Dani Moon walks in the room, I know things ain’t gonna be easy. My matchmaker is about to make this season very, very hard.

And by the season, I definitely mean me.



I get the irony of someone who’s sworn off relationships running one of the biggest matchmaking companies in the country. But I’m damn good at what I do. So when my mom says her friend’s son needs some “special handling” to make a match, I agree to help.

What I don’t expect is the panty-melting smile on the 6’3” wall of muscle who shakes my hand.

One look at Max Daring, and I don’t want to find him a match.

I want to be his match.

Naturally, I do the responsible I set him up with my sister. Even though they’re a total "deke," I can't give into filthy fantasies with a client — not when my reputation and company are on the line. I'm the oldest daughter. The responsible one. The one who never screws up.

Or am I?

The chemistry between Max and me could melt an ice rink. Can we survive a messy media circus? Or is this “daring deke” a blocked shot?

Either way, it’s going to be one hell of a season.