Eighteen years is a long time. But for Oli and Luna that time passes in the blink of an eye. Since the moment they met, nothing could have separated the two of them. At 8 and 13, they were an unusual pair of best friends. But they didn't care for anyone else's opinions. Oli was content to listen to Luna's endless ramblings while Luna was content to look up to Oli, following him everywhere he went. But eighteen years passes quickly when distance separates the pair. First college, then work - life gets in the way. But eventually Oli and Luna find their way back to each other, the two of them moving back to their hometown eighteen years after they first met. Things are different this time around. Oli's professional basketball career has been and gone, while Luna's a young, up and coming lawyer. He's not the young teen he used to be and she's not the little girl he once knew. These two are thrown back together time and time again by fate. Perhaps this time, the timing is right for something more than just friends. Maybe they were meant to be All Along.

When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.