Duke: Faking the Play (The Boston Tomcats, #3)

by Kayley Loring

He smelled like a bar of soap that had just cleansed The Witcher’s entire naked body in an outdoor forest shower and then been tossed into Padma Lakshmi’s spice cabinet. He had tatted-up arms that were, for lack of a better term, magnificently lady boner-inducing.

it takes crazy, strange, and random events to get you to your person—you can trust that. That’s fate. That's the universe telling you you're where you're supposed to be.”