I swear I only asked one hot hockey-playing friend to give me romance lessons for the week, but three hockey stars volunteered...
The post breakup plan was simple - escape from my toxic ex to a vacation rental and stay far away from men.
But thanks to a booking snafu I'm accidentally sharing it with three hot hockey players. One's flirty, one's broody, one's a cheeky Brit, and they're all the most attentive men I've ever met.
After a couple of glasses of champagne, I'm telling them about the contest my ex is running on his dating advice web site. The topic? What makes a great boyfriend, and I want to submit a column.
All three offer to show me every single thing I've been missing in and out of bed.
We make a deal for one week only. It's only for revenge, of course. I work for the other hockey team in the city so it'd be a big mistake to truly get involved with a rival, let alone three.
Even though I melt under their touch. They show me what it means to be adored, cherished and romanced.
But as the week ticks on, what started as revenge fast turns into me giving my heart to three men I can't have. Looks like I'm well and truly pucked.
