Face Off (D.C. Stars, #1)

by Chelsea Curto

I’m not a big believer in soulmates, but I think Piper might be mine.

“And you think she didn’t? She’s a female athlete who’s probably had to put up with that shit her entire playing career. The guy who’s supposed to be her new captain treats her the same way, and there wasn’t a lick of respect. I’d be pissed too,” he says.

I LOVE YOU HUDSON

Hartwell’s hockey skills are on a different planet, and I think I might be a little bit in love with her. I’ve never seen anyone play like that, and I have no fucking clue how she’s not already on an NHL roster.

Given them a lesson on what hockey should look like, because she’s the gold fucking standard.

It hits me then. Right near center ice and in front of twenty thousand people. A thought I’ve been having more and more lately these last few weeks, but becomes solidified right now: this woman is fucking incredible. Special. Changing the future of the sport and inspiring girls and women everywhere, all while wearing ribbons and mascara.

I give him a small smile, and he answers with a beam of his own.

I’ve always considered myself a feminist, but there’s something so goddamn sexy about a man in a backwards hat that has me ready to drop to my knees for the patriarchy.

I don’t remember the last time I fell asleep with a smile on my face, but leave it to Maverick goddamn Miller to be the one to do it.

I don’t think I ever stood a chance with Maverick, though. It was inevitable right from the start.