Behind the Net (Vancouver Storm, #1)

by Stephanie Archer

Even though she looks like a drowned rat, her eyes still sparkle.

I like this girl. She’s scrappy.

He was scrawny in high school, and now, I can’t make out his build under his jacket, but he still looks small. I’m stronger, I bet.

and right now, I look like a sewer rat.

“Stop stabbing me with that skyscraper.”

My songbird is horny and furious, and I’m in heaven.