Beyond the Blue Line

After every single dream I had for my life decided to play hide-and-seek, I packed up my mother and a four-year-old daughter, embarked on a 3,000 mile adventure away from the cozy haven of Harmony Grove to a place that thinks a snowstorm is just nature’s way of sending glitter confetti. All for a gig as a social media manager for the Arctic Wolves hockey team.

Dreams crushed, heartbroken, sworn off men for eternity…should be easy right? Especially when hockey players are cocky jocks, with egos the size of Zambonis and the charm that rivals a puck to the face.

Meet Jake Spencer: My initial impression? He’s a unicorn who traded his horn for a hockey stick and took a detour through charm school. His hazel eyes? Warmer than two campfires, capable of defrosting a frozen heart or, at the very least, thawing out some frost-bitten fingers.

As for me, his good looks and charm seemed to have misplaced my address. We were like mismatched socks - never meant to be a pair. So you might be wondering, how did I end up being his fake girlfriend?

Believe me, I’ve been asking myself the same thing, but a diet of ramen noodles will make a girl do crazy things. Especially when the man standing before you is pull the fire-extinguisher hot.