Hat Trick

My hockey star boyfriend cheated on me with not one, but THREE puck bunnies. In. The. Same. Night. Hat Trick, Motherpucker. I was mad, okay? Furious. I gave up the career of my dreams for him and how did he repay me? I just wanted to make him hurt as much as he hurt me. So, I slept with a couple hockey stars of my own. From a rival team. Oops. The best cure for a broken heart is an orgasm.Joni, Noah, and Hatch eased the sting of my cheating ex. It was the perfect rebound no-strings-attached arrangement. Now I’ve got three hockey players comparing sticks.One is nothing but a hookup. One is a stage-five clinger. One is trying to get me fired from my new job.And...H E double hockey sticks, one of them could possibly be the love of my life.This is one Hat Trick to remember.