Well and Truly Pucked

<p><strong>I swear I only asked <em>one</em> hot hockey-playing friend to give me romance lessons for the week but <em>three</em> hockey stars volunteered...</strong></p><p>The post breakup plan was simple - escape from my toxic ex to a vacation rental and stay far away from men.</p><p>But thanks to a booking snafu I'm accidentally sharing it with three hot hockey players. <strong>One's flirty one's broody one's a cheeky Brit</strong> and they're all the most attentive men I've ever met.</p><p>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.</p><p>All three offer to show me <em>every single thing</em> I've been missing in and out of bed.</p><p>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 <strong><em>three</em>.</strong></p><p>Even though I <strong>melt </strong>under their touch. They show me what it means to be adored cherished and <strong><em>romanced.</em></strong></p><p>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 <strong>well and truly pucked</strong>.</p>