From Joslyn Westbrook comes a steamy contemporary romance that features a pro hockey player and an aspiring prima ballerina who find themselves wanting the one person they were never supposed to fall for.


When I get an opportunity to have a fling with Reed Cortez, a hot-as-puck hockey king who happens to be my best friend’s older brother, it’s a breezy win-win. 


Just as long as we follow a firm set of ground rules:


Must be kept secret—especially since my best friend told him I’m off-limits.

Don't expect more; it’s only a fling.

If one of us begins to catch feelings, refer to the line above.

These rules serve their purpose. 

No distractions to pull his focus away from winning a hockey championship trophy.

No diversion that’ll keep me from my dream of making it into the NYC Ballet.

As things grow intense between us, my stupid heart starts to free fall for a guy who’ll never view me as more than some casual hookup. 

But after I end it, get out before I plummet too deep, Mr. No Strings Attached slides into my DMs...


We said no strings.

But I can’t get you off my mind.

Your laugh. Your smile.

Those sexy-as-sin moans. 

How it felt to wake up with you in my arms.

I miss that. I miss you. I miss us. 

We both know this thing between us isn’t simple. 

Maybe we’ve become more than just a fling. 

Meet me tomorrow night.

You know the place. 


Maybe some rules are made to be broken.