With a famous NHL player for a stepbrother, Violet Hall is well acquainted with the playboy reputation of many a hockey star. So of course she isn’t interested in legendary team captain Alex Waters or his pretty, beat-up face and rock-hard six-pack abs. When Alex inadvertently obliterates Violet’s misapprehension regarding the inferior intellect of hockey players, he becomes much more than just a hot body with the face to match.
Suffering from a complete lapse in judgment, Violet discovers just how good Alex is with the hockey stick in his pants. Violet believes her night of orgasmic magic with Alex is just that: one night. But Alex starts to call. And text. And email and send extravagant—and quirky—gifts. Suddenly, he's too difficult to ignore, and nearly impossible not to like.
The problem is, the media portrays Alex as a total player, and Violet doesn’t want to be part of the game.
I realize I'm probably not the target market for hockey romance. There were several DNF-able moments early on in this one for me. I had zero connection to the main characters and had no reason to root for their HEA. But I stuck with the story and was happy that it moved from DNF to finished. While I probably won't be picking up the next in series, the romance did have some redeeming moments.
Favorite Quote/Scene: Cockblockers are everywhere tonight, thwarting my attempts at poor decision making.