The Player I Love to Hate

When my brother said he needed a place to crash, he forgot to mention that Ethan Waters was part of the package. Broody and bossy, I hate my brother's best friend and NHL teammate with a passion. Years ago, we hooked up behind my brother's back. And then, the cocky player disappeared. I still hate him for ditching me in the past. I don't care how good he looks in a towel. Or how skilled he is with his hands. But after a few angry kisses turn into the hottest night of my life, I can't get him out of my head. And if I'm not careful, Ethan will break my heart... again.