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.
This book is already a bestseller, and I can see why. I don’t tend to read New Adult, I like my characters with a little more tire tread on them. But this book was a riot from start to finish. I’ve read a bit of criticism about the foul-mouthed heroine, Violet, but I thought she was great. Truly a #KickAssChick. Feisty, flawed and outspoken, she was laugh out loud funny. Alex, the hero—well, hockey players are hot—had this endearing dorkiness to him that I really enjoyed. He tries so hard and screws up so bad. He was adorable (and did I mention hot). The sex was good and steamy, the plot great. Pick up a copy and see for yourself.