Рейн Миллер — новинки

Be "just friends" with a smokeshow like her? That's pretty much a p#cking impossible ask.
—Tyler Lockhardt, VEGAS CRUSH


I'm just over here minding my business playing hockey for the Crush when the SMOKESHOW of my dreams turns up and seriously rocks my world.

For real.

Beautiful, smart, and so incredibly sweet I cannot help myself from wanting to get to know her a whole lot better.

But it's not happening.

C*ck-blocked by her paranoid older brother (also my teammate) and her Feminazi sister, I've lost my game long before I ever had any.

It gets worse.

Zoya Kolochev has zero interest in dating hockey players and she is completely firm on that.

She would like to be my friend though. *facepalm*

I know I'm definitely not boyfriend material, but I don't think I'm very good friend material either.

But it's what she wants...so I guess I’ll have a new "friend" now.

A smokin' hot, legs-for-days, sexy, gorgeous SMOKESHOW for my new friend.

FML

They call me the Ice Dragon but it's really just all for show.
—Boris Drăghici, VEGAS CRUSH


The Ice Dragon was traded to Las Vegas for one reason and one reason only.

To bring the Crush another Cup Championship.

But off the ice, there’s something not right with my money.

My financial managers in Russia are probably stealing from me.

So I really need the expert eye of a pro to investigate what's going on.

My money being stolen is problem number one. Having the hots for the genius finance-goddess I just hired to help me out of problem number one?

That's problem number two.

It’s very p#cking hard to keep things professional when the girl of my dreams—the girl who may be the ONE—is saying "no" to crossing the blue line with me.

I guess this means the Ice Dragon will just have to keep fighting until Talia Wentworth understands that I want her for so much more than simply managing my puck money.

They call me The Mad Russian for a reason.
—Viktor Demoskev, VEGAS CRUSH

My reputation as an Enforcer was earned one game at a time. Fighting on the ice for my team is something I take very seriously because I came to the USA to play hockey, not be a celebrity.

Unfortunately, this logic has my public image taking a beating—not that I care very much how others think of me.

Except for her.

Scarlett.

A woman as gorgeous, and fiery, and sexy, as that long red hair of hers. Which would look even more stunning spread out on my sheets with my hands tangled in it all night long while naked of course.

It is unfortunate that she also works for the team. In Public Relations... So yeah, the no-fraternization policy is an issue, but hardly my main concern. The biggest hurdle is Scarlett thinking I am part of a gambling ring for the Russian Mafia.

Crazy, right?

I can deal with setting her straight about her ridiculous suspicions, but cracking through that hard shell she has built around her broken heart? This is my real challenge.

But oh how I love a good fight. Winning is everything to me.

Especially when the prize is the Las Vegas beauty I named the Red Rocket...

There's a lot more to me than what I've let on in the public eye.
-Georg Kolochev, VEGAS CRUSH

No, I don't drink vodka straight from the bottle. I don't pour it over my breakfast cereal either.

I am not in need of an intervention...unless it involves me and a certain blonde bombshell alone in a room with a locking door.

I've done my fair share of partying, I'll admit. And yes, I've built up something of a reputation with the ladies when not on the ice. That's on me for being careless with my posts on social. And I do know what's most important in my life.

Two things.

Hockey...and Pamela Jenson.

My favorite physical therapist needs me so much more than she knows.

Because I am the guy delivering her SIN SHOT.

Yeah, you heard me. I'm her first.

Sinning with Pam has never felt so good!

No-fraternization policies were made to be broken.
-Evan Kazmeirowicz, VEGAS CRUSH

This may sound reasonable coming from the star winger for the VEGAS CRUSH the day he lays eyes on the new social media manager for the team, but for Holly Laurent, it’s a whole different story.

Dating a “player” is a risky business, especially if she wants to keep the job she just landed with the hottest team in the NHL.

Holly loves her independence and her career. She’s doing just fine on her own, thank you very much. Allowing her head to be turned by a hot hockey player and putting her job at risk?

Not. Happening. Ever.

Not even if he looks like a god.

Not even if he possesses enough charm to tempt the panties from a nun.

Not even if she has to cross her fingers behind her back every time she tells him she’s not interested.

Policies exist for a reason. Rules are not meant to be broken and sexy players are not to be trusted.

Right?