Puck Face: A Rivals to Lovers College Hockey Romance
By Nomi Cane
Hailey:
“What do you want, f**kface?”
I would rather die than be seen anywhere with Lively Summers. Sure, most girls at my college would kill to be noticed by the six-foot, solid-muscled, cocky bastard, but not me. I saw through that slimy charm of his from the start, and I know for a fact that he’s nothing but a goddamn bully—the blue-eyed jerk has had it in for me since freshman year.
When I find out his team will be sharing our rink for the next month, my patience just about runs ou...
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Hailey:
“What do you want, f**kface?”
I would rather die than be seen anywhere with Lively Summers. Sure, most girls at my college would kill to be noticed by the six-foot, solid-muscled, cocky bastard, but not me. I saw through that slimy charm of his from the start, and I know for a fact that he’s nothing but a goddamn bully—the blue-eyed jerk has had it in for me since freshman year.
When I find out his team will be sharing our rink for the next month, my patience just about runs out—I can’t stand the thought of seeing his annoying face every day. He’s been poking at me for years, and I don’t intend to hold back anymore; if he wants a fight, I’ll happily give him war.
Lively:
There she is, my little Hailstorm.
I would die for Hailey Baleman. Sure, most guys would run the other way when they met those frost-touched brown eyes, but not me. Hell, my friends already think I’ve got some sort of humiliation kink, but I’ve seen that beautiful, cold face melt into the most adorable smile before, and I would do anything to see her swing that smile my way—I’ve had it bad for her since freshman year.
When I find out I’m finally going to be in close quarters with her for the next month, I know I can’t let this opportunity pass me by. I’ve been circling the fringes of her orbit for years, and I don’t intend to hold back anymore. There’s just one thing I want from her: her heart, and I intend to love her into giving it to me.
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