Rough Shot

Slava:

From the first moment I laid eyes on Zoe in that Paris nightclub I knew it was love. Nothing else could explain the intensity I felt for the petite blond. She wasn’t my usual type, but she didn’t even blink at my scars, muscles, and voracious sexual appetite. A big, burly hockey player, brought to my knees by a woman a fraction my size.

Everything was going great. Until I asked her to marry me. I’m Russian and she’s Swiss. The only way we can be together is if we get married, but she won’t even consider it. I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do, but leaving hockey to move to Switzerland isn’t an option.

Zoe:

When my ex-fiance left me at the altar, I was devastated. It took nearly three years for me to get over it and I vowed I’d never let anyone get that close again. Then I met Slava and realized I’d never truly been in love before. He’s everything a man should be—strong, sexy, successful, and tender. But I can’t marry him. I was going to lose him if I couldn’t get over my fears, so I did the only thing I could: I let him go. 

When the past rears its ugly head, Slava is the only one who can save me. But letting him back in could destroy us both.