Lucky Hit
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I have one goal. To be drafted into the NHL and make my father proud. I've never been interested in dating, not when all of my spare time is spent at the rink perfecting my craft. There's no time for distractions. I can't afford them.
But she came out of nowhere. Octavia Layton, the girl with the pretty smile and the broken heart. One night spent talking beneath the stars and now she won't get out of my head.
I never expected to see her again, but now she's here in this new city, with ties to my new team, and I don't think I'm strong enough to fight against her pull.
AVA
I hate hockey players. After a nasty breakup, I've sworn them all off for good. Or so I thought.
We met when I had puffy eyes and a broken heart, but I didn't know who he was until he shows up in my city months later as a new member of our local hockey team. The sweet guy who so easily made the ache in my chest go away with lame jokes and a swoon-worthy smile is here, and he wants me.
Despite everything I said I wouldn't do, I can't seem to stay away from him. But dating a future NHL player isn't the life I imagined for myself, and as things keep going wrong, I'm starting to wonder if maybe the best-made plans aren't always the ones you expect.
I have one goal. To be drafted into the NHL and make my father proud. I've never been interested in dating, not when all of my spare time is spent at the rink perfecting my craft. There's no time for distractions. I can't afford them.
But she came out of nowhere. Octavia Layton, the girl with the pretty smile and the broken heart. One night spent talking beneath the stars and now she won't get out of my head.
I never expected to see her again, but now she's here in this new city, with ties to my new team, and I don't think I'm strong enough to fight against her pull.
AVA
I hate hockey players. After a nasty breakup, I've sworn them all off for good. Or so I thought.
We met when I had puffy eyes and a broken heart, but I didn't know who he was until he shows up in my city months later as a new member of our local hockey team. The sweet guy who so easily made the ache in my chest go away with lame jokes and a swoon-worthy smile is here, and he wants me.
Despite everything I said I wouldn't do, I can't seem to stay away from him. But dating a future NHL player isn't the life I imagined for myself, and as things keep going wrong, I'm starting to wonder if maybe the best-made plans aren't always the ones you expect.
