Broody Devil


The last thing I need is a wife. Especially if it’s the one woman who can't stand me.

I’m the bad boy of the NHL. The enforcer with a mean punch and bad attitude. The ladies don’t seem to mind and my stick is always ready to go. So, I have a few scandals. Who doesn’t?

Everything was fine until she clicked into my life with her hot pink Barbie heels. After one too many tabloid exploits, my career is in jeopardy, and she demands I clean up my act.

I can’t not say no. Even if I want to. The stakes are too great.

Turns out I’m not so good at behaving and even drag Miss Perfect into the mud when we wake up naked, hungover, and wearing matching wedding bands. But it’s one problem I can fix with an easy annulment. That is, until the press and her parents come knocking on our door.

Now, we have to pretend to like each other. Wouldn’t be too hard except I’m finding I like having her under my skin.

When this fake marriage gets checked, can I convince my wife I’m worth the risk?

Broody Devil is a laugh out loud, pucking steamy, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, accidental marriage sports romance. This book is a full-length standalone with no cheating, cliffhangers, and a guaranteed happily ever after.

My Review

This newest book in this series! Rhett and Lucy are so great together. The sexual chemistry that they shared was enough to melt the ice. Romance readers who love a good enemies to lovers troupe will want to pick up a copy of this book. 

Besides the attraction between these two, it was also the witty banter and Rhett's rough around the edges attitude that got me hooked. If I woke up to find that I was married to someone, I would not mind it being someone like Rhett. Additionally, it was nice to see the players in action a bit with some skating being featured. What is a sports romance without some of the sport. Plus, I am a sucker for a hockey player. Broody Devil is just what I need to keep the temperatures hot during the winter months!


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