The captain of the Blizzards is my roommate and my boss.
And now I have to tell him that I’m pregnant.
Moving to Chicago was supposed to be my fresh start, not a front-row seat to Ethan Carter’s shirtless parade.
My best friend swore the apartment she found me was perfect.
She just forgot to mention I’d be sharing it with the team’s grumpy, tattooed, hot-as-sin captain.
Then the team’s manager makes me the Event Manager for their Christmas charity gala.
And who gets assigned to “lead” me? Ethan Freaking Carter.
By day, he barks orders like I’m a rookie on his team.
By night, he prowls the apartment shirtless, acting like he owns the place—and my panties.
Hes infuriating, impossible, and way too good-looking for his own good.
I was doing fine keeping my distance… until he taught kids to skate with that rare, soft smile.
One heated moment against the locker room wall, and now I’m thoroughly pucked.
Because falling for him wasn’t my only mistake.
Now my name is splashed across the tabloids as Ethan’s latest “conquest,”
and the team sponsors are questioning my professionalism.
The icing on this Christmas cookie? I’m pregnant with the captain’s baby.
