The jock, the geek, and the hockey project… Jett My pro hockey dreams are hanging by a thread. I need to have a great season and that means no partying, no distractions, no fun. The grad student pestering me for science-y help on his thesis is the definition of no fun, so…okay. Pros and cons of agreeing to this Positive use of free time. (At least that’s what my agent says.) Malcolm likes big words and his first language is math. He’s also bossy, clumsy, and he doesn’t know the first thing about hockey. But he’s also cute and he’s got a great sense of humor and—oh no. I cannot have a crush on the geek. No way. Not now. Malcolm Yes, I’m a serious student, but a hockey project is not serious. Who cares about big hunky hockey players zipping around a sheet of ice at warp speed? Not I. According to my professor, however, the only way to attain the required data is to study the specimen in his natural habitat, AKA, the ice rink. My thesis should lead to a bevy of job offers. Jett. He’s impossible—too big, too handsome, too gruff and yet disarmingly charming and—Okay, fine. I like the jock…a lot. Lately, I find myself wondering if there’s such a thing as a one-time shot at forever. One-Time Shot is a low-angst, geek-jock MM college hockey romance featuring a charismatic hockey star and an adorkable scientist.