Tackling the Canvas

Tackling the Canvas

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A heartwarming romance that blends the worlds of art and Hockey. Nora, a talented artist who finds solace in sketching on the sidelines, never expected her quiet life to collide with Owen De Luca's-the star hockey player with a reputation for charm and trouble. When she's reluctantly roped into tutoring him, their connection is instant, even if neither is willing to admit it. Between paint splatters and late-night practice sessions, sparks fly, and both discover that sometimes love isn't about finding someone just like you-it's about finding someone who helps you see life through a different lens. Can two people from such different worlds tackle the obstacles that stand between them, or will their differences keep them apart?
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"Is this right?" Aiden whispered, fingers trembling inside of me. "Tell me what to do." And then his teammate walked in. Ψ The first time Aiden Wilder touched me, he asked if he was doing it right. The second time, he begged me to teach him more. The third time, we weren't alone. Aiden is the NHL's #1 draft pick. Nineteen. Six-foot-one of raw talent and a contract worth millions. He's fast on the ice, awkward off it... and a virgin. I was hired to coach him through fame. Help him deal with the media, the fans, the pressure. Not teach him how to take off my clothes with shaking hands. Not guide his mouth between my thighs and whisper praise into his ear. Not fall for the way he moans like he means it. But then his teammate Luke Mitchell walked in-older, cockier, and definitely not as straight as everyone thinks. He saw what we were doing. He didn't walk away. He asked if we needed help. And Aiden? He said yes. Now there's three of us. No rules. No labels. No going back. But somewhere between the lessons, the touches, and the kisses we shouldn't have shared...someone caught feelings. And I'm scared it wasn't just one of them.

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