The No Touch Roommate Rule (That Steamy Hockey Romance #2)

What to do when the sexy hockey player youve been avoiding suddenly becomes your roommate? Make no touch rules. Obviously.

Ive spent months dodging Leo Parkers attempts to score a second date. Yes, hes gorgeous. Yes, he plays for the Louisiana Voodoo. Yes, he kisses like its an Olympic sport. But hes also six years younger than I am and—plot twist—I used to babysit him when he was twelve.

But when a hurricane destroys my restaurant (and the storage closet Ive been sleeping in), Parker swoops in with the perfect solution. Move in with him. Temporarily. With RULES:

No sex

Clothes stay ON in...

What to do when the sexy hockey player youve been avoiding suddenly becomes your roommate? Make no touch rules. Obviously.

Ive spent months dodging Leo Parkers attempts to score a second date. Yes, hes gorgeous. Yes, he plays for the Louisiana Voodoo. Yes, he kisses like its an Olympic sport. But hes also six years younger than I am and—plot twist—I used to babysit him when he was twelve.

But when a hurricane destroys my restaurant (and the storage closet Ive been sleeping in), Parker swoops in with the perfect solution. Move in with him. Temporarily. With RULES:

No sex

Clothes stay ON in common areas

Hugging, but only before 5pm

But living with Parker means watching him do everything without a shirt on. Hearing him moan over my cooking like its foreplay. And discovering hes not just a pretty face—hes funny, generous, and seems to like mejust the way I am.

Soon were roadtripping to food festivals, winning crawfish mating-call contests (dont ask), and breaking every rule. Repeatedly. Im starting to think this sweet, sexy man might be My One.

Theres just one problem: When it comes to men, Im cursed. And a blast from the past is about to remind us why falling for each other might be the worst rule weve broken yet.