Claimed by the Center (Toronto Thunder, #1)

by Alyson Archer

And in this moment, I know two things to be absolutely, unequivocally true. One: even though I should, there’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to stay away from this girl. Two: I am totally, and completely fucked.

“Between you and me, I love playing hockey, but I don’t really give a shit about the fame that comes with it. So, if I can use the fame for good…” He shrugs. “Makes it worth it, you know?”

Every second that I’m not at the rink, I’m Lilah’s. Her guardian, her protector. And let’s be honest. Her stalker.

she’s the coach’s daughter, and anyone with two brain cells to rub together knows that’s a recipe for disaster. But a little light stalking? That’s fine. Totally fine. It’s not.

Damn the consequences; I’m hers, and she’s mine.

“I love you, Lilah. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You’re mine. Mine to protect. Mine to worship. Mine to love.”

“You’re like sunshine, Lilah. Always the best, sweetest part of my day.”

I want to give you the fucking world.” “I don’t need the world, Kincaid. I just need you.” “You have me, Lilah. You have all of me. Always.”