Inci Warriors Hockey Romance Series by London Casey

I finally land my dream apartment so I can write my next book. There’s just one problem. A tall, muscular hockey player shows up and says the apartment is actually his. I tell him to leave. He tells me to leave. Next thing I know… we’re living together! (And even sleeping together - but that’s a whole other story…)* * * It wasn’t my fault I tried stabbing Nesh with a knife the first time I met him.After all, he was breaking into my new apartment!Now we have a huge problem.He won’t leave... moreI finally land my dream apartment so I can write my next book. There’s just one problem. A tall, muscular hockey player shows up and says the apartment is actually his. I tell him to leave. He tells me to leave. Next thing I know… we’re living together! (And even sleeping together - but that’s a whole other story…)* * * It wasn’t my fault I tried stabbing Nesh with a knife the first time I met him.After all, he was breaking into my new apartment!Now we have a huge problem.He won’t leave.I sure as heck am not leaving.He thinks just because he’s tall and muscular and mean and insanely good looking (in that rough, dirty way that I secretly fantasize about) - and super rich - that I’m going to just leave and go somewhere else.I tell him to buckle up.Because we’re roommates now.In my mind, it plays out really simple.I’ll drive him crazy until he gets mad enough and just leaves.There’s just one thing I don’t account for.The angrier he gets, the hotter he gets.The hotter he gets, the hotter I feel.Maybe I sort of knew all along we’d end up in bed together.Even if that opens the door to a whole other set of problems between us… less

Guess who got drunk, made out with a hockey player, and ended up all over social media? Oh, did I forget to mention that said hockey hottie proposed to me and I said yes? * * * The easiest decision would be to just call the whole thing off.Live up to my mistake - or the vodka’s mistake - and move on with my life.It wasn’t my fault I was trying to rebound from my ex (who I have no choice but to work with)... moreGuess who got drunk, made out with a hockey player, and ended up all over social media? Oh, did I forget to mention that said hockey hottie proposed to me and I said yes? * * * The easiest decision would be to just call the whole thing off.Live up to my mistake - or the vodka’s mistake - and move on with my life.It wasn’t my fault I was trying to rebound from my ex (who I have no choice but to work with). It wasn’t my fault I saw a group of women around some sexy guy and I decided right then and there to be the one to get his full attention.Okay, fine, it was all my fault. But face shame and embarrassment… and face my ex and everyone at work?I can’t do that. I have to play this thing out.That’s when things get interesting.When I tell Roman we have to pretend to be engaged, he doesn’t put up a fight.In fact, he’s all for it. There’s just one catch…I have to agree to do everything he wants me to do.No. Matter. What. less