Filthy Goalie: A Grumpy Sunshine Forced Proximity Hockey Romance

There's one bed in the apartment above my garage. One heater. One blizzard. One NHL goalie who refuses to sleep on my couch. And he is six-foot-five.He bought my town. He refuses my pie. He pinned me to the diner counter at three in the morning last Thursday - one hand at my hip, one hand at the curve of my throat - and walked back out into the snow without saying a single word. The blizzard takes my power. He shows up at my door with a generator, a duffel bag, and a mouth that won't smile. The bed is too small. His thigh between my legs at 3 a.m. is not a thing I asked for. It is also not a thing I am asking him to move. But wait. He's been holding my mortgage. The eighty-seven-day deadline. The fifty-eight grand. The diner my grandmother left me. He bought my debt - and he didn't tell me. What's worse than a grumpy goalie who refuses pie? >Open-door steam. Standalone with HEA. No cheating. No cliffhangers.Reader's Note: Knox doesn't talk much. He just shows up - with a generator, with a checkbook, with everything Maple has been holding alone for thirteen years. If you love grumpy heroes who would buy a whole town to keep one woman warm, you are going to want to come live in Frostbite Falls.One-click Filthy Goalie now - and curl up in Frostbite Falls.

Pages: 430, Paperback, Independently published