Lyssa Lemire

First Score

When it comes to love, I have one rule: no hockey players.
So it’s bad news when I’m booked to share a hotel room with the only player who’s ever tempted me to break it—and really bad news when there’s only one bed.

Tuck McCoy: Everything I’ve learned the hard way to stay away from. Rich. Cocky. A shameless player. With his honey-sweet drawl, deep dimples, and bright blue eyes, he could make any girl forget not only her rules, but her own name.

Me: A drama major with Broadway dreams. I have too much going on in my life to deal with the heartache that men like Tuck promise. Even when I’m assigned to tutor him and learn that there’s way more to him than meets the eye, I know that letting my guard down would be a mistake I can’t afford to make.

But I make that mistake, when we meet on the hot and sweaty dance floor of a club one night and I let him take me in ways I’ve never been taken before.

Then I make it again, after I walk in on him stepping out of the shower in our hotel room.

It seems I can’t stop making mistakes with Tuck McCoy.

I just hope I can stop myself from making the biggest mistake possible: falling in love …


Chasing the Puck

The grumpy goalie wouldn’t hold the door open for most people—but for me, he’ll pretend to be in love.

Hudson Voss: Grumpy, brooding hockey star with a permanent scowl on his face and a storm in his eyes. Six feet, four inches of tattooed muscle. Every girl on campus swoons over him—most at a distance, because he’s too scary to approach.

Me: A concert violinist who always looks on the bright side. I’ll be sitting next to Hudson in English class all semester long, but his bad vibes won’t affect me. With my motivational quotes of the day and positive affirmations, I won’t let the grumpy goalie faze me.

But one thing does faze me: my entitled ex who decides he wants me back.

Maybe if he thought I was already taken—by a man who could crumple him up like a piece of paper—he’d back off.

Lyssa Lemire

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