Sweet Salvation

Marrying my enemy in Vegas was never part of the plan. Falling in love with my husband . . . now that’s where things get complicated. I’ve spent my life being called out as an ice queen. I don’t do reckless. I don’t do relationships. And I definitely don’t do bad-boy hockey hotties who check every wrong box and skate for my family’s biggest rivals. At least I didn’t until Logan Adler and his ridiculously sexy face sat down next to me. One night in Vegas. One incredibly stupid bet. And one very real ring later, I wake up married to the one man who could destroy everything I’ve worked for. In theory, walking away should be easy, but I need to avoid a scandal, and Logan needs a wife to help him keep custody of his little girl. So we make a deal. Stay married. Keep it secret. And whatever we do—don’t cross any lines. It should be simple. Until the lies start stacking, the lines start blurring, and Logan starts looking at me like I’m not his enemy. Like this wasn’t a mistake. Like maybe I’m his salvation. And maybe . . . just maybe . . . he could be mine.

Marrying my enemy in Vegas was never part of the plan. Falling in love with my husband . . . now that’s where things get complicated. I’ve spent my life being called out as an ice queen. I don’t do reckless. I don’t do relationships. And I definitely don’t do bad-boy hockey hotties who check every wrong box and skate for my family’s biggest rivals. At least I didn’t until Logan Adler and his ridiculously sexy face sat down next to me. One night in Vegas. One incredibly stupid bet. And one very real ring later, I wake up married to the one man who could destroy everything I’ve worked for. In theory, walking away should be easy, but I need to avoid a scandal, and Logan needs a wife to help him keep custody of his little girl. So we make a deal. Stay married. Keep it secret. And whatever we do—don’t cross any lines. It should be simple. Until the lies start stacking, the lines start blurring, and Logan starts looking at me like I’m not his enemy. Like this wasn’t a mistake. Like maybe I’m his salvation. And maybe . . . just maybe . . . he could be mine.