I quit my soul-crushing marketing job to write a thriller novel. Moved into my late grandmother's house in rural Virginia. Had a whole plan for finding myself. What I didn't plan for? The man living in the cottage out back. Travis Howe is quiet. Guarded. Built like he could break down walls with his bare hands—and apparently very good at fixing leaky sinks. My grandmother left a note saying to let him stay. That he needed somewhere to be invisible for a while. I didn't ask questions. Maybe I should have. Because Travis isn't just some handyman hiding from a bad breakup. He's a professional hockey player. One who made headlines for all the wrong reasons. One whose family would do anything to tear us apart. The rules were he'd stay in the cottage, I'd stay in the house, and we'd keep our distance. Then he started showing up with coffee. Helping me plot my novel. Looking at me like I was the only person in the world who actually saw him. The problem with falling for a man the world thinks is a monster? Eventually, you have to decide whose version of the story you believe. For those who Grumpy x SunshineHe Falls FirstHidden/Secret IdentityForced ProximityFound FamilySmall Town Romance