Dear Hotshot, I Hate You

The team's hotshot just fell for the one girl who hates his guts.

Alexander Thorne is the Seattle Havoc's golden boy. He's charming in interviews, friendly with fans, and somehow reserves all his grunts and attitude for one person: his teammate's little sister. Thorne knows he's being a jerk. He also knows it's the only way to keep his hands off his captain's little sister. She drives him crazy, and the only cure is kissing her until that caustic little mouth is too busy to annoy him.

Mollie Tate just wants to do her job, build her career, and stop getting introduced as Beck Tate's little sister like it's her full legal name. Working for the Seattle Havoc is a dream. It's also a daily reminder that hockey players are all walking red flags with great abs. Her ground rules are simple: don't date, flirt, or even think about hockey players. Especially not Thorne. He's hot, but he's such a smug prick.

Her brother would absolutely murder him for touching her. Yet every time Mollie rolls her eyes at him, Thorne wants to push her against a wall and find out if good girls actually taste as sweet as they look.

Tropes: hockey romance, teammate's little sister, hate to love, forbidden romance, workplace romance, touch her and expire, forced proximity, bad boy player x good girl, spicy romance, sports romance