Best friends to lovers

My best friend is the definition of a bad boy. A billionaire celebrity chef and underground boxer wrapped in muscles, tattoos, and mystery. To me, he's simply Roman Fritz. A little grumpy and a lot broken, but with a heart of gold. When I catch my fiancé cheating, Roman suggests I join him in Las Vegas for the opening of his restaurant, then on to a resort in Mexico where he's starting another. It feels like the perfect escape from everything. Until we wake up married. We say it doesn't mean anything. That our friendship can handle a little Vegas mishap. Then we get to Mexico and somewhere between only one bed in our villa and seeing him in a way I never have before, our friendship crosses the uncrossable line. For five days it's sun, sand, and Roman pushing my limits while taking my body and heart places I never knew were possible. That is until the world catches up with us and unexpected threats crawl out of dark places. And just when we think we're done fighting and have finally won, a one-two punch comes out of nowhere, determined to knock us out for good. What you'll love in FOREVER FIGHTING... \*Celebrity Chef and Underground Boxer \*Sassy ER Nurse \*Grumpy/Sunshine \*Best Friends to Lovers \*Brother’s ex-girlfriend \*Accidental Vegas Marriage \*Forced Proximity (only one bed) \*Vacation Romance \*He is SO Down Bad for Her (My wife!) \*STEAM with k!nk, FEELS, and BANTER \*No cheating and guaranteed HEA

I’m the face of the NHL. The golden boy with quick hands and a million dollar smile that the fans adore. My contract is up at the end of the season, and with playoffs starting, I have to be on my best behaviour. Keep my head down and respect the press when they shove their microphones beneath my nose. This isn’t my first rodeo, so it should be easy. Right? No. Not this time. One bad call and I’m the poster boy for bad decisions. I haven’t seen my childhood best friend since the day her father betrayed me and she broke my heart. Now, eight years later, she’s back. And she’s my new fake girlfriend for the next three months. Some wounds never heal, and the moment I see Braxton Heights, I know mine have not. But she’s the only shot I have at saving my reputation and securing my new deal, and while I might have lost her all those years ago, I refuse to lose hockey. I just hope I’m strong enough not to fall for her all over again in the process.