The roar of the crowd, the stench of sweat and spilled beer, the brutality on the ice—I hate all of it. But I came anyway, because I always do what I’m supposed to. One game, one night, and then I’ll walk away.
At least, that was the plan.
Until I feel him watching me.
Matthew Sokolov plays like a predator—fast, lethal, merciless. When our eyes meet through the glass, something shifts. It’s dark, primal, a hunger that wraps around my throat like an unspoken promise.
I should look away. I don’t.
He doesn’t either.
Because Matt doesn’t just want to win....
GEMMA
I never wanted to be here.
The roar of the crowd, the stench of sweat and spilled beer, the brutality on the ice—I hate all of it. But I came anyway, because I always do what I’m supposed to. One game, one night, and then I’ll walk away.
At least, that was the plan.
Until I feel him watching me.
Matthew Sokolov plays like a predator—fast, lethal, merciless. When our eyes meet through the glass, something shifts. It’s dark, primal, a hunger that wraps around my throat like an unspoken promise.
I should look away. I don’t.
He doesn’t either.
Because Matt doesn’t just want to win. He wants to take. To own.
And he’s decided I belong to him.
Even if that’s the last thing I want.
MATT
She shouldn’t be here.
She doesn’t belong in this world of bloodstained ice and shattered bones. She’s too soft, too fragile, too fucking perfect. But then she looks at me—really looks at me—and I see it.
The spark. The fear. The curiosity.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already mine.
And that poor bastard beside her? The one touching what doesn’t belong to him? He’s just signed his death warrant.Because when I want something, I take it.
And I never fucking share.
Slash Me Savagely is a dark hockey romance that leans into pitch black darkness so please mind the triggers. It is a short read that’s perfect for getting through your lunch hour or the kids’ practice/pickup line quick and dirty. OTT Alpha hockey players are a guarantee, and while the feisty heroines try to resist, their desire defies everything else. Every Frankie Cardona book ends in a HEA with no cliffhanger. (But seriously, mind the triggers.)
