She's the team's sunshine, a beacon of relentless optimism in a world of sweat and testosterone. He's "The Wall," the team's brooding captain, a man so guarded his silence is a fortress. Livia Crane's job is to spin team chaos into social media gold. Roman Kessler's job is to win games, and he sees her cheerfulness as just another distraction he can't afford. He's everything she should avoid: grumpy, complicated, and utterly forbidden . But a relentless blizzard traps the team bus, forcing them into the last resort: a rundown hotel with a shortage of rooms. The manager's final words are a puck to the chest: "Crane and Kessler, suite 204. One bed. " Now, sealed in by the storm, the professional lines they've so carefully drawn begin to blur. Fueled by bourbon and the provocative tension of forced proximity, their long-held secrets begin to spill. He has a past he never talks about; she has a desire she refuses to admit. She's determined to break through his defenses, but she never expected the raw, vulnerable man hidden beneath the ice. When a dare turns into a collision of pent-up lust , all rules are shattered. His touch is a thrilling mix of rough and tender, a tantalizing promise of both pleasure and pain. She came to conquer the grumpy captain, but now she might be the one who's utterly possessed. The storm outside is nothing compared to the one brewing between them. But when the snow melts and the roads clear, will their secret ignite the ice or will they both get burned?