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Being a professional hockey player means I'm no stranger to fights. But when a run-in with a fan threatens my spot on the Atlanta Glaciers, everything is on the line. Enter Nila, the social media guru my managers hired to combat this PR crisis. The fiery bombshell has a clever little plan to "salvage my reputation." And now I'm forced to play nice on the platforms I've always avoided. Her sunny disposition clashes with my gruff exterior. Yet her fierce resolve intrigues me more than I care to admit. Given my reputation, she keeps me at arm's length.

 Kizzi is a witch who knows what she wants—she wants to brew the best potions, drink the best ciders, and run her apothecary business without being disturbed by pesky sprites. Tandor, the local orc bartender, spends his days serving ales at Ginger's Pub, yet he can't help but yearn for the sassy green-haired witch that's always guzzling his ciders. When a magical mishap destroys Kizzi's cauldron and doses the entire town with a love potion, Kizzi enlists Tandor's help to find the cure before she misses out on Moonvale's Hallow's Eve celebration—a journey that will bring them closer than ever.

Her father murdered my uncle in front of me, starting a war between our families, and I learned from a young age to never trust a Paladino. But I never expected to be so captivated by the daughter of the very man I long to kill. The sight of her, dancing in another man's arms, ignites a fury so powerful it catches me off guard. My interest in her is dangerous, and the lines of my loyalty are blurring. I should hate her. I do hate her. At least, that's what I continue to tell myself.

For months, I've tried to stop loving her. Begged myself in the darkness of the night as I lay awake, to let her go. So badly, I've wanted to move on from the hurt inside and the love I still cling to, but I can't. Telling myself not to love her is like telling myself to stop breathing. Impossible. Unfathomable. But watching her prepare to marry another man is like a searing knife to the heart that keeps twisting. Beginning a new life in California seemed like the only option, but seeing her while I lie in my hospital bed, I can sense something is amiss.

I've caged myself off since the day my wife passed years ago, only trusting a small handful of people. Letting someone into my house and around my daughter is a huge step—especially when that person happens to be the sunshine girl I ghosted in the middle of the summer. She represents everything I don't want to acknowledge and brings out a side of me I don't recognize, but I need the help and she's far from a stranger. But as time goes on I feel my resolve slipping, and I'm not quite sure what that means for me.