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Naomi Piccolo is done being underestimated. Chronically overlooked at her marketing firm, landing a consulting gig for a pro hockey team is her chance to prove she belongs in the big leagues—even if she's the shortest person in every boardroom.

Garrett Tall doesn't do apologies. Not for his size, not for his ridiculous pre-game rituals, and definitely not for pissing off the fierce little redhead. As the Hartford Whalers' starting goalie, he's paid to be immovable, and he's very good at his...
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Naomi Piccolo is done being underestimated. Chronically overlooked at her marketing firm, landing a consulting gig for a pro hockey team is her chance to prove she belongs in the big leagues—even if she's the shortest person in every boardroom.

Garrett Tall doesn't do apologies. Not for his size, not for his ridiculous pre-game rituals, and definitely not for pissing off the fierce little redhead. As the Hartford Whalers' starting goalie, he's paid to be immovable, and he's very good at his job.

When Naomi walks into the arena, neither of them is thrilled. She thinks he's a superstitious man-child who smirks instead of speaks. He thinks she's all bark and no bite.

Then she accidentally touches his lucky stick. And he wins. Now Garrett is convinced she's his good luck charm—and he's not above asking her to touch his stick again. She finds the whole thing absurd. He finds her protests irrelevant.

Suddenly they're bound together by superstition and stubbornness, stuck in each other's orbit with all that friction combusting into something a lot harder to ignore.

A sharp, steamy enemies-to-lovers hockey romance novella with banter that hits like a perfectly timed poke check.

Book 3 in the Skate Me Home series. Can be read as a standalone.
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