"Get used to it, Cross. Get used to me." Martins Cross lives for two things: hockey and the scouts. He has a perfect reputation, and a secret folder on his phone dedicated to the one man he’s supposed to hate. Seth Bellamy is the league’s most dangerous player—and the owner of the green eyes that haunt Martins dreams. When a family merger forces them under the same roof, the ice between them should have thickened. Instead, it shattered. To survive his father’s demands, Seth drags Martins into a web of lies and "fake" devotion. Seth says it’s just a game. He says it’s just for show. But as his possessiveness turns into a terrifying obsession, Martins realizes that in this game, there are no referees—and Seth Bellamy doesn't play fair.

He offered me money for a kiss. I should have walked away. Rhett Miller has two things he refuses to give up: his art and his pride. Unfortunately, neither pays his bills. So when Coldwater’s most untouchable golden boy offers him an obscene amount of money for a few private kisses, Rhett reluctantly agrees. It’s supposed to be simple. No feelings. No questions. No one finds out. Otis Quinn makes the rules. Don’t talk to me in public. Don’t look at me unless I tell you to. Don’t tell anyone what happens between us. And when I call, you come. Rhett can handle all of that. What he can’t handle is the way Otis slowly stops feeling like a customer and starts feeling like something far more dangerous. Because behind Otis’s perfect reputation is a secret he’s desperate to protect—and Rhett may be the only person capable of exposing it. The more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to remember that their relationship was supposed to be nothing more than a transaction. Until Rhett discovers the one thing Otis never intended to give him. His heart. And by then, it may already be too late.