How To Fake Date a Hockey Star

A Sweet Opposites Attract Forced Proximity Romance

I agreed to fake date the grumpiest player in the league—and now I’m accidentally in love with him.

Logan Beck is a six-foot glacier in skates.
All scowl, no charm

I’m the lucky PR specialist stuck fixing his mess.

To save his team, we fake date for the press.
Smile pretty, hold hands, soften his reputation. Easy, right?
Except nothing is easy about Logan.

We’re opposites in every way.
He hates the spotlight.
I shine in it.

But he starts carrying my coffee.
Tucking protein bars into my bag.
Noticing me.

His scowl starts to feel like home.
And the fake kisses don’t feel fake anymore.

I’ve fallen for the grumpy hockey player.

Then a leak reveals the one thing he trusted me to keep private.
The headlines call it good PR.
He thinks I used him.

I might finally get the promotion I’ve worked so hard for—
But it means nothing if I lose him.

Sweet enough to make you sigh, and clean enough to share with your grandma--no steamy scenes, no salty language, just sweet romance.

Cute love story

This was a cute love story. My favorite trope of all. Perfect ending and highly realistic.