One Month with Vince Tanev: Tampa\'s Hotshot Rookie Twenty-four-seven access on and off the ice.
But I might have just met my match..
I thought one month with Vince Tanev was a game I could win easily.
As much as I work to guard my heart, my body is a traitor - and if this man puts his hands on me, I know I\'ll submit to desire.
I\'ve lived it once before.
But I know the way this story ends.
The tension is hot enough to melt my inhibitions.
The air crackles between us.
It isn\'t long before that paper-thin line between hate and lust blurs, and being around him every waking minute of the day leaves no chance to escape his devilish stare.
Vince gets under my skin like no one else.
Whether he\'s at practice, playing in a game, partying, or drinking coffee half-naked in his condo - I\'ll be there for all of it.
To help fill the arena at home games, I\'ll get up close and personal with Tampa\'s new shiny toy.
But after my coverage of the gala stirs up buzz, the team\'s General Manager and my CEO strike a deal.
He\'s a rich, cocky playboy - a brand I\'m all too familiar with, and one I\'m determined to never be around again.
It doesn\'t matter that he\'s the kind of hot that shows God has favorites - messy brown hair, heated hazel eyes, the smirk of a rockstar, and a scar over his eyebrow that makes every woman particularly feral.
Of course, they aren\'t aware that I\'ve already met Vince Cool at an all-star gala - and that we were at each other\'s throats the entire time.
The headline says it all, and my bosses are over the moon when the opportunity of a lifetime lands in my lap.
One Month with Vince Tanev: Tampa\'s Hotshot Rookie Twenty-four-seven access on and off the ice
