Having a famous NHL player for a stepbrother means I’m aware that most of these guys are notorious playboys. So when I’m forced to attend one of my stepbrother’s games, I have zero interest in legendary team captain Alex Waters or his pretty, beat-up face and rock-hard six-pack abs. At least until he inadvertently obliterates my misapprehension regarding the inferior intellect of hockey players. Then he becomes more than just a hot body with the face to match. Suffering from a complete lapse in judgment (he talked books to me), I discover just how good Alex is with the hockey stick in his pants. I consider our night of orgasmic magic as 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?The media portrays Alex as a total player. And me? Well, I don’t want to be part of the game.
The Cinderella Blues
Jed Strait doesn’t normally babysit, but when the Private Investigator is offered the job of making sure a socialite stays
