Holiday Power Play by Anne Martin

Christmas was supposed to be simple: survive a road trip with my brother, avoid all other men, and keep my sanity intact.

Then he walked in.
Trevor Sincaid—hockey star, sports calendar heartthrob, and the guy I’ve sworn to hate.

His smirk alone could make Frosty melt, but when icy roads mean we’re stranded in a cabin…
I’m determined not to let him get under my skin.
As a girl’s hockey coach, I’ve been his biggest critic.
Guys like him mostly get by on charm and abs. Women like me fight for every inch of respect.

But somewhere between chopping firewood like a lumberjack (show-off).
And making steamy hot cocoa that tastes like a warm hug.
He looks at me like I’m the goal he’s been waiting to score.

When his teasing turns into lingering touches with heat in his eyes matching the fireplace.
It’s clear this ice cold rivalry is melting into something much more dangerous.
I’ve been burned before. I don’t trust charming guys with big egos.
The difference now is that this one happens to have an even bigger… heart.

We’re snowed in and this Christmas game is headed into overtime.
For once in my life, I might be ready to play without rules.