Her fortune wasn't supposed to be her fate. Emelia Drunkenly folding my way into a future with the hottest goalie in the league wasn't how I intended to spend Saturday night, but here we are. Clearly, my besties should not be in charge of Girl's Night activities. One cootie catcher later, and Royce Elliot is determined to make this wild prediction a reality. I'm absolutely not interested. Until I am. He's supposed to be my client, not the man I can't resist. But with every touch and every kiss, this feels less like a game… and more like forever. Royce I know hockey, not how to win over a stubborn, fiercely independent publicist. But the second I meet Emelia Jónsson, I stop caring about shutouts. I care about her. She says her fortune teller doesn't mean anything—that it's just a childish game. I say fate handed me an opening, and I'm not going to miss my shot. I didn't expect her to ignite the way she does for me. And I never imagined I’d fall this hard, this fast. She swears this can't happen. She's wrong. I'm not backing down until she admits the truth. We were never just a game. The two of us were fate.
Author
Nichole Rose writes filthy, feel-good curvy girl romance. Her books feature headstrong, sassy women and the alpha males who consume them. From grumpy detectives to country boys with attitude to instalove and over-the-top declarations, nothing is off-limits. Nichole is sure to have a steamy, sweet story just right for everyone. She fully believes the world is ugly enough without trying to fit falling in love into a one-size-fits-all box. When not writing, Nichole enjoys fine wine, cute shoes, and everything supernatural. She is happily married to the love of her life and is a proud mama to the world's most ridiculous fur-babies. She lives on the west coast. You can learn more about Nichole and her books at her website or by liking her on Facebook or following her on Twitter and Instagram.
