Scoring with the Wrong Twin (Ice Chronicles Hockey #2)

Im hot for one twin and hate the other. After the wildest hookup ever, Im praying it was the right one.

The Ice twins are our small towns claim to fame.

Blake Ice: the safe, husband-material NHL star whos like my best friend.

Blaze Ice: the leagues cocky, hot-headed bad boy who drives me crazy—and not in a good way.

Rival identical twins on rival hockey teams.

When a hottie rescues me from becoming a snake snack, coming at me on a black horse like in a movie,

I end up naked on a blanket by the lake.

Those massive hands, that skilled mouth, that perfect body...

Im hot for one twin and hate the other. After the wildest hookup ever, Im praying it was the right one.

The Ice twins are our small towns claim to fame.

Blake Ice: the safe, husband-material NHL star whos like my best friend.

Blaze Ice: the leagues cocky, hot-headed bad boy who drives me crazy—and not in a good way.

Rival identical twins on rival hockey teams.

When a hottie rescues me from becoming a snake snack, coming at me on a black horse like in a movie,

I end up naked on a blanket by the lake.

Those massive hands, that skilled mouth, that perfect body moving against mine.

One morning, hes teaching me to saddle horses, all sweet and patient.

That afternoon, he emerges from the pool like a wet dream come true and impulsively kisses me senseless,

his dripping muscular body making me well, wet.

How can the same man be so different? Unless theres two of them.

Have I hooked up with the wrong twin?

At the charity gala, he teaches me Bachata, his hard body pressed against mine.

Each sensual roll has me wondering if hes dancing or taking me right there on the floor.

His Spanish whispers promise filthy things that make me ache, and my body remembers that afternoon by the lake.

Im falling hard. For the twin I should—or the one I shouldnt?