Dear Hotshot, I Hate You (Seattle Havoc, #3)

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

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 Alexander Thorne, the team's golden boy who's charming in interviews and friendly with fans but somehow reserves all his grunts and attitude just for her. He’s hot, but he’s such a jerk.

Thorne knows he's being a dick. 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 sharp little mouth finally shuts up. Except his teammate would absolutely murder him for it.

Because the alternative is admitting that every time Mollie rolls her eyes at him, he wants to push her against a wall and find out if good girls actually taste as sweet as they look.

Tropes: sports 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