Second book 🏒. Sol has built her life on movement, always moving forward, never lingering where memories might catch her. She wears confidence like armor and hides her uncertainty behind sarcasm and a fearless grin. She keeps her past locked away, somewhere even she doesn't like to visit and Noah was never supposed to be part of the equation. He's familiar and steady, and quietly magnetic in a way that sneaks up on you. Her best friend's brother. A constant presence that slowly becomes something else entirely. A pull she can't explain and a safety she never planned to crave. What begins as comfort sharpens into desire, into something dangerously close to love. When the past resurfaces and threatens to destroy the fragile equilibrium she has established, Sol must decide if she is brave enough to allow someone to truly see her. Noah isn't interested in half-hearted promises or temporary fixes. He wants to stay. He wants all of her, even the messy parts. But trust is fragile. And some wounds don't heal quietly. Warning: May contain profanity and sexual content.

Logan Romano took the NHL like a hurricane- dark and brooding. With his natural talent, brute force and sheer determination, he goes completely unchallenged both on and off the ice. He's notorious. Both for his success and his stormy personality. With a scorned, broken, heart and battered ego; Logan swore to never fall in love again. And he was a master at keeping his promises. Until he met November Levine. While Logan is a lightning strike and gloomy grey skies, Nova is the beaming sun and blossoming flowers. She's the closest sunshine gets to being a person, acting as a bright ray of joy and optimism. When the polar opposites strike a deal and Nova moves in to Logan's home, tensions run high and feuds quickly begin. But above all else, Logan is forced to revoke his promise to himself. Because once he's stepped into the light, it's almost impossible to plummet back into darkness. ✩✩✩ "Nova." I whisper, my voice low and hoarse against her neck. "Stop it." "Stop what." She whimpers back innocently as her thighs tighten around my hips. My teeth nip at the skin on her jaw in warning. "Either stop teasing or put me out of my fucking misery." November pulls her head back from mine, resting it against the wall, and bats her lashes up at me. "Say please."