Tiffanie L. Campbell

I sat across from the man who slaughtered my family, holding four aces in my hand, and I decided to lose.

The room smelled of whiskey and old money. Matteo Genovese looked at me with eyes that were used to taking inventory and calling the rest property. He didn’t know who I was. He didn’t know I was the girl who rose from the graves he dug ten years ago. He only knew I was the beautiful stranger across the poker table who had just run out of chips.

“You can finish the hand,” he said, his voice velvet-smooth but lethal. “But if you lose, you belong to me. Fully. Irrevocably.”

I knew he had the straight flush. I knew I would lose. That was the plan.

I folded my hand. I let him win. Because the only way to kill a king is to get into his bed first.

Now, I am his property. His fiancée. He thinks he owns me. He thinks I’m just a trophy to secure his inheritance. But every time he touches me, every time he looks at me with that dark hunger, he’s pulling the trigger of the gun pointed at his own heart.

Welcome to hell, Matteo. You just married your worst nightmare.

The Hockey House is chaos.

Hot hockey players. Messy relationships. Zero boundaries.

And Chloe Bennett just became the newest addition.

What started as a summer fling with Daniel Kim—quiet, controlled, and way too good at reading her—turns into something more when she steps into his world: a house full of elite hockey players, their messy love lives, and the kind of tension you can feel the second you walk in.

There’s the golden couple everyone envies.
The playboy who’s never heard the word no.
The girl who refuses to fall for him—and makes him want her even more.
And the relationships that look perfect… until they’re not.

Because when Penalty Box Transgressions—an anonymous podcast—starts exposing secrets about the team, everything spirals.

A past hookup turns into a present problem.
Jealousy starts bleeding into friendships.
And lines between loyalty and betrayal get blurred real fast.

Suddenly, every glance means something.
Every touch lingers too long.
And every secret has the power to ruin everything.

The deeper Chloe gets into the Hockey House…

…the harder it is to tell what’s real, what’s a game—

and who she’s actually falling for.

Because in a house like this?

Everyone plays dirty.