My name is Poppy St. James, and I am going to kill Lukas Novikov! I've just landed my dream job as the director of public relations for the NHL's newest expansion team, the Jacksonville Rays, but the team owner has only granted me a one-year contract. If I want to stay, I'll have to prove myself. Easy. Public relations is in my blood.
But it turns out professional hockey players are a major handful. No one is a bigger pain in my side than party boy defenseman, Lukas Novikov. I don't care how well he plays hockey. Off the ice, he's a PR nightmare. Brash and bossy, he's always finding ways to drag his teammates into trouble. His favorite accomplice is fellow defenseman Colton Morrow.
The players can all call me PR Barbie if they want, but I'm getting the job done, and I'm doing it in three-inch heels. Because I am Poppy St. James-poised, powerful, and always professional . . . until the fateful night my phone rings.
One phone call from home leads to one drunken mistake. Now I'm staring down at a little blue plus sign and I have no idea where my carefully balanced life will lead next. All I know is that nothing will ever be the same.
Why You Should Read This Book
Tropes
Trigger Warnings
Pucking Sweet
“I’m not asking to date you. I’m just letting you know that you need to be kissed more often, and I’m willing to be the man to do it. Any time of the day or night. You need kissing? You come to me. Understand?”
“I’m acknowledging that you engage in self-destructive behaviors as a coping mechanism for managing your deep fear of abandonment.
“And you’re a ball-busting harpy witch. But you’re also so gorgeous you knock the air out of my chest when you walk in the fucking room.”
“Lie to me again. Do it, Poppy. Make my fucking week. You love my jealousy. It turns you the fuck on, don’t even try denying it.”
“When he breaks your heart, come find me, okay? I’ll be waiting.”
“You are dripping on the goddamn floor right now. You are mine, and you deserve better. No one gets to treat you this way and fucking breathe.”
“We don’t have a lot of time to play and explore. What does my queen like? What gets you off?”
“I’m just saying you can be with Cole and be yourself too. He would never want to change you or hold you back, Pop. Hell, he’s the kind of guy who would retire in a heartbeat if he thought it would somehow help make your dreams come true.”
“Obvious? Lukas, you just hard-launched our love triangle to my sister and all her friends! Without telling me first! Do you have any idea the shitstorm that little joke is gonna swirl me in?”
“Such a good fucking girl. Look at you, taking my cock like a fucking champ. Your cunt is so tight. You fit me like a glove, baby.”
“I’ve died and come back three times over, Poppy. I know with a clarity most others lack that sometimes you only get one shot in this life. You have to be ready to take it when it comes. You have to be ready to fucking cherish it.”
“This is it, understood? This is where I wanna be. I want you both. We don’t run from this, and we don’t hide. Together. The three of us, no matter what. Family.”
“So what if your sister knows? Fuck her. Fuck anyone who’s not in this room. If you’re that afraid of what other people think, you should leave now.”
“I’m a freaking jellyfish. I’m a Poppy-fish. I’m a pushover.”
“You want this kept quiet while we all figure out what we are to each other? We’ll be quiet as the fucking grave. You want to sign the paperwork with HR and start wearing our jerseys to our games? I’ll buy a house and move you into my bed tomorrow. All options are on the table here. All eventualities. Have us together, have us apart, it’s whatever the fuck you want. But you will have us, Poppy. Because not having you is no longer a fucking option.”
“Call it secret, call it private, call it a fucking fever dream, I don’t care. But so long as Lukas and I are satisfying your every need, you don’t look at another man. You don’t touch another man. You’re ours. Say it, Poppy.”
“Such a good fucking girl. A queen on her knees. You’re ours. Branded with our cum. We’ll take such good care of you.”
“This position being philandering manwhore. Just say it, Poppy.”
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