A bashful bookworm, a hockey heartthrob, and the dog who pushes them together. Can they score a love that will last before the weekend is over?

A little harmless flirting—that's all it was supposed to be. How could I have known the knee-bucklingly handsome man at the smoothie shop was Zane Hayes, star center for the Briarwood Bobcats hockey team? I wasn't in town for sports. This was a weekend trip to attend my friend's wedding where I planned to trade my book-ish cardigans for a fun-and-flirty version of me—Wren Penrose. I never imagined Lord Percival Pennybone the First, my 150-pound doggie demolition crew, had plans to set me up.

That lovable pooch knocked me into Zane, spilling the man's smoothie down the front of his hoodie. Way to make an impression! No doubt an athletic specimen like Zane already had plenty of other romantic options lined up. There was no way he should've given me a second look after the chaos we'd caused.

But not only did he take a second look, he took a third, a fourth, and so many more that I lost count. And every time he looked my way with those icy-blue eyes, I melted a little bit more. With his way-too-smooth smile and bad-boy reputation, I can't help but wonder if he sees me as nothing more than a weekend ice bunny—or if he's thinking of something more.

From hockey thrills at rink-side to stolen moments on starlit nights, Zane checks every box for what I want in a man. But when Zane's spotlight spills onto me, I'm not sure I have what it takes to live in his world filled with paparazzi and Monday-morning tabloids. Can we dodge the cameras, wrangle my dog, and find a love that will last? Or will our whirlwind romance crash harder than a puck against the boards?