Slap Shot Surprise

In my defense, I thought the plane was going to crash. Otherwise, I never would have blurted out those embarrassing things to a perfect stranger. Did I mention he turned out to be a scorching hot superstar of professional hockey? But wait, there's more. When the plane lands safely, I rush off, praying I'll never have to face him again. My luck holds out for less than twenty-four hours, when I realize he's a groomsman at the wedding I'm attending. We end up having a drink and a good laugh about my panicked confessions, and when he invites me up to his room for some no-strings-attached fun, I say yes. After all, a headboard rattling one-night stand with a guy who knows how to put the puck in deep isn't something a bookworm like me ever thought she'd experience. Neither are those two little pink lines. Now what's crashing are all the plans Joe Lupo and I had for our lives-separately. After all, we're totally wrong for each other. He's commitment-phobic and completely focused on his career. And I want to plant roots in my small town-with someone who chooses me. Love? It's out of the question. Until Joe Lupo lines up his shot and aims straight for my heart. nPreorder now and receive the stunning DELUXE FIRST PRINT RUN while supplies last―featuring gorgeous sprayed edges with stenciled artwork and special cover design features. This breathtaking collectible is only available as part of a LIMITED FIRST PRINT RUN in the US and Canada only, a must-have for any book lover. In my defense, I thought the plane was going to crash. Otherwise, I never would have blurted out those embarrassing things to a perfect stranger. Did I mention he turned out to be a scorching hot superstar of professional hockey? But wait, there's more. When the plane lands safely, I rush off, praying I'll never have to face him again. My luck holds out for less than twenty-four hours, when I realize he's a groomsman at the wedding I'm attending. We end up having a drink and a good laugh about my panicked confessions, and when he invites me up to his room for some no-strings-attached fun, I say yes. After all, a headboard rattling one-night stand with a guy who knows how to put the puck in deep isn't something a bookworm like me ever thought she'd experience. Neither are those two little pink lines. Now what's crashing are all the plans Joe Lupo and I had for our lives-separately. After all, we're totally wrong for each other. He's commitment-phobic and completely focused on his career. And I wa