Finding the Forward, Part One (HockeyVerse, #1)

by Jane Handler

Gentleman lumberjack. Yum. He could chop down my trees anytime.

A bunny climbed out of the basket and shit on my desk. Fuck my life.

If the greenhouse is a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’.

Dishonor on me. Dishonor on my pack. Dishonor on the cows.”