Stick Around Punk as Puck Book 4, Legends and Fury Book 1

"Would you slap a teammate for twenty-five grand?" "Uh, yeah. There are a few I'd slap for free. Just point me in the right direction." Problem number one: My personal life is falling apart. Problem number two: My public life is also on thin freaking ice. Problem number three: The ridiculously hot NHL D-man with the inability to remove his head from his ass has decided I’m his number one target. And that last one is a bit of an issue since his idea of targeting me is to have absurdly hot hate-hookups with me in the locker room. Which I don’t necessarily mind… Except there’s one tiny snag in his plan: I don’t like guys. Or, well, I didn’t think I liked guys. But when Alexio Zeki drops to his knees and, uh, gets to business, I realize my very narrow view of my own sexuality needs some adjustment. And that’s ironic coming from a blind man. Admitting I’m bisexual is the easy part. Admitting I’m kind of, sort of, ridiculously into the man I claimed to hate is something else entirely. But the more he insists that I’m worth keeping, the more I start wanting to believe him.