Page 51 of In the Net (Sin Bin Stories #5)

Have you read the first three books in the Sin Bin Stories series yet?

Read Hudson’s story, OFFSIDE PLAY: A Grumpy Sunshine Hockey Romance

The grumpy goalie wouldn’t hold the door open for most people—but for me, he’ll pretend to be in love.

Hudson Voss: Grumpy, brooding hockey star with a permanent scowl on his face and a storm in his eyes. Six feet, four inches of tattooed muscle. Every girl on campus swoons over him—most at a distance, because he’s too scary to approach.

Me: A concert violinist who always looks on the bright side. I’ll be sitting next to Hudson in English class all semester long, but his bad vibes won’t affect me. With my motivational quotes of the day and positive affirmations, I won’t let the grumpy goalie faze me.

But one thing does faze me: my entitled ex who decides he wants me back.

Maybe if he thought I was already taken—by a man who could crumple him up like a piece of paper—he’d back off.

In a lapse of sanity, I ask Hudson to fake it with me; and to my shock, he agrees.

Now the goalie with no heart is buying me flowers and kissing me like I’m really his.

I know the truth, though. It’s all an act. There’s no way a surly hunk like Hudson could fall for a bubbly former band geek like me.

Right?

Read Tuck’s story, CHASING THE PUCK: An Opposites Attract Hockey Romance

When it comes to love, I have one rule: no hockey players.

So it’s bad news when I’m booked to share a hotel room with the only player who’s ever tempted me to break it— and really bad news when there’s only one bed .

Tuck McCoy: Everything I’ve learned the hard way to stay away from. Rich. Cocky. A shameless player. With his honey-sweet drawl, deep dimples, and bright blue eyes, he could make any girl forget not only her rules, but her own name.

Me: A drama major with Broadway dreams. I have too much going on in my life to deal with the heartache that men like Tuck promise.

Even when I’m assigned to tutor him and learn that there’s way more to him than meets the eye, I know that letting my guard down would be a mistake I can’t afford to make.

But I make that mistake, when we meet on the hot and sweaty dance floor of a club one night and I let him take me in ways I’ve never been taken before.

Then I make it again, after I walk in on him stepping out of the shower in our hotel room.

It seems I can’t stop making mistakes with Tuck McCoy.

I just hope I can stop myself from making the biggest mistake possible: falling in love …

Read Rhys’s story, brEAKAWAY GOAL: A Brother’s Best Friend Hockey Romance

My brother’s best friend has no idea how I really feel about him. So, I pick a bold way to make it clear: asking him to take my V card.

Rhys Callahan: To most people, he’s the bad boy of college hockey, thanks to his rough play on the ice, broody demeanor, and the tattoos that cover his rippling physique.

To me, though, he’s the guy who sends me playlists and makes me laugh when I’m in a bad mood.

He’s also the guy I’ve been in love with for most of my life—but to him, I’m just his best friend’s dorky sister.

Me: An introverted art student deciding to finally come out of my shell this year. I’m determined to make up for the time I’ve lost as a wallflower and catch up on all the experiences I’ve missed out on—including in the bedroom.

Rhys is helping me become more confident; teaching me to finally take risks to get what I want.

So, I put his advice into practice in a way he never expected: asking him to be my first.

Now my brother’s best friend is showing me everything I’ve been missing out on.

I promise myself that I’ll keep my heart in check. That I won’t let myself get used to us being more than friends.

But when it comes to love, maybe some promises are meant to be broken.

Read Lane’s story, BLOCKED SCORE: An Opposites Attract Hockey Romance

Two summers ago I gave my heart to the hockey captain, and he broke it.

I promised myself I’d never make the same mistake again. It was an easy promise to keep while we were hundreds of miles apart— not so easy now that we’re roommates .

Lane Larsen: Golden boy of college hockey. A respected leader with an upstanding reputation, Hollywood good looks, and a golden retriever personality. AKA, the exact opposite of any guy I’ve ever been with.

Me: Rebellious type with a love for tattoos and an aversion to following the rules. AKA, the last girl anyone would expect to catch Lane's eye.

A year and a half after our summer fling ends in heartbreak, I’ve made progress trying to forget him. But when I transfer to the college he plays for, the last thing I ever expected happens: we end up sharing the same house.

Now the guy I’ve spent eighteen months trying to forget is living in the bedroom next to mine.

It would be safe to keep my distance. Safe to resist reminiscing about the scorching summer nights we spent together. Safe to turn him down when the heating goes out in my room and he offers to share his bed.

Too bad I’ve never been good at playing it safe.