Dear #47 You're the Worst

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The league's biggest hothead just got engaged to his worst enemy.</strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>After escaping a relationship that's splashed across every sports headline Juliet Monroe moves back to Seattle and swears off hockey players for good.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Then Seattle Havoc enforcer Hunter Huxley punches a fan on live TV. Now the team's grumpy six-foot-six problem child has a PR disaster on his hands and Juliet's the only consultant desperate enough to take the job.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>They can't stand each other. He's all muscle and menace. She's all bombshell lipstick and cutting comebacks. But the team's solution is simple: fix his bad-boy image with a fake engagement smile for the cameras wear the ring and live together until the story sticks.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Juliet can fake the smiles. What she can't fake is the chemistry that crackles every time he looks at her like he's imagining her in his bed instead of in a press release.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Hunter doesn't care about redemption. He cares about winning. But living with Juliet turns every fight into foreplay and every touch into a losing battle.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>What starts as a contract starts to feel real. Because the league's angriest player is about to break his own rules... and fall for the woman he is never supposed to touch.</span></p><p></p>