My hockey star boyfriend cheated on me with not one, but THREE puck bunnies. In. The. Same. Night.
Hat Trick, motherpucker.
I was mad, okay? Furious. I gave up the career of my dreams for him, and how did he repay me? I just wanted to make him hurt as much as he hurt me. So I slept with a couple hockey stars of my own. From a rival team. Oops. The best cure for a broken heart is an orgasm.
Joni, Noah, and Hatch eased the sting of my cheating ex. It was the perfect rebound, no-strings-attached arrangement…or so I thought. Now I’ve got three hockey players comparing sticks.
One is nothing but a hookup. One is a stage-five clinger. One is trying to get me fired.
And…H-E-double-hockey-sticks, one of them could possibly be the love of my life.
This is one Hat Trick to remember.