Filthy Goalie. A Grumpy Sunshine Forced Proximity Hockey Romance - Cassie Wood

There's one bed in the apartment above my garage.
One heater. One blizzard. One NHL goalie who refuses to sleep on my couch.
And he is six-foot-five.

He bought my town.
He refuses my pie.
He pinned me to the diner counter at three in the morning last Thursday - one hand at my hip, one hand at the curve of my throat - and walked back out into the snow without saying a single word.
The blizzard takes my power.
He shows up at my door with a generator, a duffel bag, and a mouth that won't smile.
The bed is too small.
His thigh between my legs at 3 a.m. is not a thing I asked for.
It is also not a thing I am asking him to move.
But wait.
He's been holding my mortgage.
The eighty-seven-day deadline. The fifty-eight grand. The diner my grandmother left me.
He bought my debt - and he didn't tell me.
What's worse than a grumpy goalie who refuses pie?
A grumpy goalie who has been quietly buying your life, one signature at a time.

Open-door steam. Standalone with HEA. No cheating. No cliffhangers.

Reader's Note:

Knox doesn't talk much. He just shows up - with a generator, with a checkbook, with everything Maple has been holding alone for thirteen years. If you love grumpy heroes who would buy a whole town to keep one woman warm, you are going to want to come live in Frostbite Falls.

One-click Filthy Goalie now - and curl up in Frostbite Falls.