No Pucks Lost Between Us

I had a love-hate relationship with hockey players.

They'd won over my protected, carefully-controlled heart, and I accepted that they had a place in my town. And in my heart.

Mostly because Joel had waltzed right in and made himself at home.

And . . . I'd fallen for him. Deep.

But now the man had decided he was going to waltz back out . . . leaving a giant, hockey-player-sized hole in my soul and my heart shredded beneath his sharp skate blades.

The man had broken me. And he'd done it with a smile on his face.

Contains mature themes.