Sophie J. Rivers

I can't stop stealing hearts. Three years ago, I fled Thornhaven and the possessive men who claimed me. Art school became my sanctuary—until they found me. "Your father is dead," they said. "And they're coming for you next."

I took their money to save my family home. Now the Kings of Thornhaven own me. Four months. Three rules. No mercy. Every day, a pink box shows up at my door—filled with designer clothes, or sometimes… barely anything at all.

You'd do the same thing. If your father was drowning in your hospital debt, you'd find yourself standing naked before three powerful men you hate. With a proposition and one hundred thousand dollars.

Don't tell a soul, but I walked away from my NHL career for one reason: Josie Richards. Fifteen years younger, yet she owns me in ways no one could understand. She's my enemy on ice—a figure skating ice queen with a rebellious streak that makes more than my palm twitch.