Dear #47, You're the Worst

The league's biggest hothead just got engaged to his worst enemy. After escaping a relationship that's splashed across every sports headline, Juliet Monroe moves back to Seattle and swears off hockey players for good.

Then Seattle Havoc enforcer Hunter Huxley punches a fan on live TV. Now the team's grumpy, six-foot-six problem child has a PR disaster on his hands, and Juliet's the only consultant desperate enough to take the job.

They can't stand each other. He's all muscle and menace.

She's all bombshell lipstick and cutting comebacks. But the team's solution is simple: fix his bad-boy image with a fake engagement, smile for the cameras, wear the ring, and live together until the story sticks.

Juliet can fake the smiles. What she can't fake is the chemistry that crackles every time he looks at her like he's imagining her in his bed instead of in a press release.

Hunter doesn't care about redemption. He cares about winning.

But living with Juliet turns every fight into foreplay and every touch into a losing battle.

What starts as a contract starts to feel real.

Because the league's angriest player is about to break his own rules... and fall for the woman he is never supposed to touch.