Hate You Always (Western Wildcats Hockey #1)

by Jennifer Sucevic

I tried my damnedest to pretend she didn’t exist. But it didn’t work. Not really. Juliette was always there, hovering on the periphery, slyly fucking with my thoughts.

I’ve never contemplated someone for days on end and all the delicious ways I was going to run my hands over their body.

But how do I stop the fall when it already feels like I’ve tumbled over the edge and am in mid-descent?