Triplets for the Pucking Playboys (Forbidden Fantasies #18)

One forbidden night.

Three hockey gods.

Now I’m carrying triplets—and no clue who scored.

Snowed in at a mountain retreat, I swore I’d stay professional.

But Beau’s ice-blue stare pressed me against the glass.

Finn’s Viking hunger caged me in the supply closet.

Grey’s dark whispers stripped me bare in the kitchen’s glow.

Three men.

One snowed-in night where boundaries shatter like glass.

I told myself it was the altitude. The isolation. One mistake I’d forget.

Until the pregnancy test shows two pink lines.

Then the ultrasound reveals my nightmare: triplets.

Someones been watching.

Someone with cameras, vendetta, and a footage too intimate to explain.

Now the tabloids scream my shame.

Three furious, possessive gods...

One forbidden night.

Three hockey gods.

Now I’m carrying triplets—and no clue who scored.

Snowed in at a mountain retreat, I swore I’d stay professional.

But Beau’s ice-blue stare pressed me against the glass.

Finn’s Viking hunger caged me in the supply closet.

Grey’s dark whispers stripped me bare in the kitchen’s glow.

Three men.

One snowed-in night where boundaries shatter like glass.

I told myself it was the altitude. The isolation. One mistake I’d forget.

Until the pregnancy test shows two pink lines.

Then the ultrasound reveals my nightmare: triplets.

Someones been watching.

Someone with cameras, vendetta, and a footage too intimate to explain.

Now the tabloids scream my shame.

Three furious, possessive gods demand answers.

And the Storm I’ve been hiding from?

They’re coming for me…

And the babies I can’t keep secret anymore.