Chance

The day I saw Gemma Steele’s delicious body wearing nothing but a few scraps of lace, I knew being traded was the least of my problems.

Her sexy text may not have been meant for me, but that image is not something a warm-blooded man could ever forget—no matter how badly he wants to. I’ve tried to resist her, but I can’t seem to escape Little Miss Suzy Sunshine. Every interaction is rife with tension and animosity, until it boils over, and we cross the point of no return.

That’s when I know I’m screwed, because now when I look at her, all I think is: Mine.

Who knew a simple selfie could be such a recipe for disaster?

Gemma

The first time I met Chance Jenson, I was into the whole broody-bad-boy thing.

But then he opened his mouth and I quickly realized he’s not just a little moody—he’s the grumpiest jerk to ever lace up a pair of hockey skates. I wasn’t having any part of it. I agreed to cook for his dogs, but promised myself that the only thing he would ever eat are his words.

I spent more than a year doing my best to hate him, but when Chance’s lips land on mine, I feel…conflicted.

I don’t want to want the jackass.

I certainly don’t want to have feelings for him.

Unfortunately for me, my heart seems to have other plans.

What the hell am I going to do?

Alley Ciz is an internationally bestselling indie author of sassy heroines and the alpha men that fall on their knees for them. She is a romance junkie whose love for books turned into her telling the stories of the crazies who live in her head…even if they don’t know how to stay in their lane.

This Potterhead can typically be found in the wild wearing a funny T-shirt, connected to an IV drip of coffee, stuffing her face with pizza and tacos, chasing behind her 3 minis, all while her 95lb yellow lab—the best behaved child—watches on in amusement.