From USA Today bestselling author Gigi Blume comes a new sports romance in the Toronto Titans hockey series.
This marriage sham might work if they didn’t want to kill each other…
Maggie: Getting hitched to the guy who walked out on me in the middle of a hookup wasn’t on my bingo card, but here we are.
Sawyer O’Malley is bad news. He told me so. But when you sneak off with a guy like Sawyer at your best friend’s wedding, bad feels kind of good.
Until he ghosts you.
I made a point to avoid him after that. But somehow I find myself in the middle of his viral social media screw-up.
Do I care if he got himself into a pickle and needs a wife? No.
I don’t do second chances.
But my credit is shot and I need a place to crash until I get back on my feet. Plus I'd have the chance to get payback by puck-blocking hockey's worst playboy.
I’m doing the women of Toronto a favor.
Who says a girl can’t have a little fun while leveling the score?
What could possibly go wrong?
Spoiler alert: Everything.
Sawyer: My wife is loud, bossy, scrappy, opinionated, a fire-eating pain in my butt… and I would tear the whole world apart for her.
Maggie hates me for slamming on the breaks before we took it too far—when I was just trying to protect her. How can I tell her that without causing World War Three? Because loving Maggie is a contact sport. I have a feeling she’s out to get me. And I find that surprisingly hot.
Sparring with my wife is all the danger I need. But when her pet parrot gets kidnapped by the mob, it’s gloves off and I go in full Liam Neeson mode.
I didn’t want to get her involved in my mess. But now that she’s mine, winning Maggie’s heart is worth a penalty shot.
Tropes:
Marriage of convenience, Brunch Daddy MMC, Queen Energy FMC, he falls first, spite Kisses, only one bed, hands off my wife, explosive chemistry, he’s on his knees for her, no third-act breakup
