No Pucks Lost Between Us
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They’d won over my protected, carefully-controlled heart, and I accepted that they had a place in my town.
And in my heart.
Mostly because Joel had waltzed right in and made himself at home.
And…I’d fallen for him. Deep.
But now the man had decided he was going to waltz back out…leaving a giant, hockey-player-sized hole in my soul and my heart shredded beneath his sharp skate blades.
The man had broken me.
And he’d done it with a smile on his face.
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USA Today bestselling author, Elise Faber, loves chocolate, Star Wars, Harry Potter, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team—the Sharks!—are playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise changes her hair color more often than some people change their socks, loves sparkly things, and is the mom to two exuberant boys. She lives in Northern California. Connect with her in her Facebook group, the Fabinators or email her at [email protected].
