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I intend to uncover every single one.
And I have no intention of backing down until she's mine.
Jamie Knight
There are two things I did not expect: being propositioned in a dungeon or being saved by the hockey player of my dreams.
But thanks to my best friend, here I am anyway.
I only came toDionysusto get a peek at Nashville's naughtiest.
Instead, I'm leaving with the story of my lifetime.
But I've been in love with Jonas Michaud and his wild ways since I set eyes on him.
Publishing this story would destroy him, and that's the last thing I want to do.
So I keep his secret to keep my own.
But I did not expect him to declare war on my traitorous heart.
He knows my deepest desires now.
And this ice giant has every intention of using them to make me melt.
When this giant sets his sights on his curvy girl, nothing will stop him from claiming her. If you enjoy OTT possessive hockey players, curvy heroines, and steamy hockey romance, you'll love this wicked Canadian and his favorite journalist.
Chapter One
Jonas
If there are twoplaces I'm positive I'm not supposed to be right now, they're in trouble and wading through a gentleman's club. But here I am anyway…naked bodies draped over every piece of furniture in the place. Sensual music and blissful moans mingle with the smell of sex in the air.
It's a hedonistic paradise.
And I just want to get the hell out of here before someone notices me and the team publicist kills me. Despite the mask obscuring my face, there aren't many men my size in Nashville. At least not with the bank account and connections to afford them entry to a place like this.
Dionysusis steeped in luxury from the outer bar inward. Every room Kellan Alexander and I have been through is elegant and understated, with soft lighting and high-end furniture. And people fucking like rabbits all over the place.
I have no desire to watch the show.
A motherfucker's gotta survive. And Kelsey, our publicist, may be pint-sized, but I think she married Satan in a ritual that gave her dominion over hellfire. I'm from the wilds of Canada, where winters stay colder than a well digger's ass, and the only things hot are the tempers of the damn bulls. Hellfire and I don't mix.
She will kill Kellan and me if she finds out we were ever here. If news of our attendance leaks, she'll do worse than that. My teammates have been the source of enough gossip and negative press lately. It's making her extra grouchy.
"Jesus H. Christ," I mumble, trying not to stare as three of Nashville's most eligible spread a brunette across a table, shackling her arms and legs to hooks installed for just such an occasion.
If my baby sister is here, I'm killing her before I send her back to Canada. After I kill whomever she’s with and anyone watching, I quickly decide as a crowd gathers around the table to watch whatever debauchery is about to unfold.
"I warned you," Kellan mutters.
That he did. Though how he knew about this place, I don't even want to know. I'm not a member here. I prefer to keep my kink behind closed doors, and I haven't gotten laid in longer than I can remember. Kellan, on the other hand? Well…my teammates and I are already too damn close. When you share a locker room with thirty other assholes, it's inevitable. We've bled together, been through hell together. I see their junk almost as often as I see my own. But some things I do not need to know.
His kinks rank high on the list of shit I can live without ever knowing.
"More, sir."
"Fuck," Kellan growls as a man in a mask—I'm pretty fucking certain he's a popular country musician—brings a paddle down against the red ass of a blonde.
