The Casanova Complex

Merritt
I’m done with hockey players.
Done with their egos.
Done with their lies.
Done with being the girl who isn’t good enough.

My focus is law school. My future. A life better than the one I came from.
Then I get paired with Bennett Legros in creative writing.
Orleans University's resident playboy.
The star goalie with a reputation for breaking hearts as easily as he stops pucks.
And the guy who somehow doesn’t remember the humiliating night between us sophomore year... even though I’ve never forgotten.

He’s the last person I should trust.
But when my cheating ex transfers to Orleans University and has the audacity to parade the other woman around, Bennett offers me the perfect solution.
Fake date the campus golden boy.
Make my ex jealous.
Prove I’ve moved on.
No feelings. No complications. No risk.
Except the more time I spend with the annoyingly charming goalie, the harder it becomes to remember why I disliked him in the first place.
And the more real our fake relationship feels, the more I wonder if I'm about to make the same mistake twice.
Bennett

Everyone thinks they know who I am.
The life of the party.
The flirt.
The guy who never takes anything seriously.
What nobody sees is the pressure crushing me from every direction.

My NHL dreams are slipping away.
My starting position is suddenly at risk.
And for once in my life, I’m done chasing distractions.

No more meaningless hookups.
No girls.
No exceptions.

Until Merritt St. Pierre comes crashing into my world.
My beautiful, sharp-tongued class partner.
Oh and surprise…she’s my rival’s ex.
One unexpected kiss leads to the best game of my career.
Now I need another one.
For luck, obviously.

Turns out convincing her to fake date me is way easier than getting her to actually like me.
But the more I’m around her, the less I care about lucky superstitions.
For once, this isn’t about the chase…
The girl who doesn’t seem to want me might be the only one I can't let go.

Because for the first time in my life, I'm not worried about defending the net.
I'm worried about keeping the girl.
And that’s a game I have no idea how to win.