Marika Ray

Sylvie Stewart

He's a hot, shirtless hockey player…and he’s my fake date for my ex-husband’s wedding. Talk about a hot flash to beat all hot flashes.

The wedding bells are ringing and my ex-husband is the groom! When my grown kids hook me up with a fake date to my ex-hubby's tropical island nuptials, I expect sun, sand, and plenty of fruity cocktails - not steamy nights with a shirtless pro hockey player!

Roman might be all swagger on the ice, but this growly, egotistical male model of perfection has a soft side too. While I battle dresses made for twenty-somethings, awkward run-ins with my ex, and unwelcome hot flashes, Roman is there to distract me with flirty compliments, stay up late with me when I can’t sleep, and make me feel vibrant and ageless.

As good as it feels, none of this is real, and Roman is way out of my league. Who’s going to believe this gorgeous, famous, muscle-bound athlete would ever date a scatterbrained, hot-flashing, insomniac nerd with twenty stubborn extra pounds around the middle?

But as the big day approaches, we grow closer. Wedding activities lead to beach walks at sunset, and his oh-so-talented fingers twist my hormones up in a whole new way. Gazing into Roman’s eyes, I start to wonder if he could be my shot at a real happily ever after.

That’s the thing about vacations, though; at some point, you need to return to reality.

Hot Flashes and Hockey Slashes is a single dad pro hockey romance with plenty of spice and a game-winning HEA. It’s the first book in the Hot Flash Hookups series, and can be read as a standalone.

Tropes:
-growly alpha hero
-menopausal woman at her ex husband’s wedding
-slow burn
-one bed
-pro hockey
-forced proximity/fake wedding date
-single dad

Hot Flash Hookups, Book #1

Hot Flashes and Hockey Slashes

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I shoot her a wink that works ninety-five percent of the time with women.

How is it fair that the man gets more attractive with age, and I only get fatter, with old hag skin and a foggy brain that makes me feel like I’m approaching dementia some days? God is clearly a man, that’s all I know.

Oh god. This is so not me. I enjoy flying under the radar and blending with the crowd. I’m not a center-of-attention kind of woman, and I have no desire to be. I like math, I like troubleshooting, I like logic. I don’t like being pushed way out of my comfort zone and thrust into the middle of a made-for-TV drama.

I’m not arguing, I’m just explaining why I’m right.

Pain slices through me, along with a tiny thread of embarrassment. I’ve finally lost my heart to a woman and she doesn’t even want it.

“I think the phrase is happy wife, happy life”

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