Cold Hands Soft Heart

James Volkov, young, handsome, quick, and brutal on the ice.

The Russian bruiser

People talked about him as if he was a storm-loud, fast, dangerous, and he
let them. He had just gotten drafted to the United States to play for the Michigan Wolverines and already had a reputation following him.

Then Arabella Smith moved in to the apartment next door. Sweet, bold, too bright for the dim hallway where he first saw her-standing beside a stack of boxes, hair up in a messy knot, wearing a paint splattered shirt that looked like it had lived a whole life before she did.

There was something about her. He didn't know it yet, but the girl next door was going to make or break him.