Sleet Kitten (Sleet, #1)

by S.J. Tilly

This book is dedicated to everyone who’s ever embarrassed themselves in front of a crush. We can’t change the past. But we can laugh at it.

“You, my little Kitten, have some claws hidden in that enticing package. And right now, I’m looking at the only gorgeous creature that has captured my attention tonight.’

But all that comes out is . . . “Kitten?” He smirks. And freaking crap, it’s adorable. “Yeah, Kitten. You’re equal parts little and fierce. It seemed appropriate.”

Damnit, he is way too hot to laugh like that. Surly hot men are one thing, but that same face broken into a wide smile… it should be illegal.

These guys fly across the ice like dancers, but crash into each other like freight trains. The combination of grace and violence is fascinating. And sexy.

Jackson is right in front of us, at the back wall behind the bench, helmet in hand, still where he slammed against the glass, giving Frat Boy a death stare. I can almost hear the words as I read them off his lips: “Back. The. Fuck. Off!”