Vegas Crush

Pucks fly when a Ukrainian/American hockey god tries to shoot around the "no-fraternization" policy with the new social media manager for the team. Twitter is about to explode in this steamy hockey love story!

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 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. 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.

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.