This story is an opposites-attract, forbidden love sports romance about a nerdy, late-blooming hockey star, and his tough cookie coworker who keeps both her soft side and her autism diagnosis to herself. Complete with a meddling secretary, tantric yoga torture, and a scorching slow burn, this standalone is the second in a series of novels about a Swedish-American family of five brothers, two sisters, and their wild adventures as they each find happily ever after.
The author crafts the most perfectly flawed and realistic humans that only a robot wouldn't be able to compassionately relate to on even a basic level. She writes in a way that shows you how imperfections and disabilities aren't debilitating or dehumanizing. They/we are still people who want, need, and crave love and affection. They/we figure out how to (more than) manage life - how to not let anything define who we are, but to show people what we can do!
Get ready for an emotional ride filled with laughter, longing, and a sweet slow-burn in this sports romance about love's power not despite difference, but because of it.

Ren

The moment I met her, I knew Frankie Zeferino was someone worth waiting for. Deadpan delivery, the secret heart of gold, and a rare one-dimpled smile that makes my knees weak, Frankie has been forbidden since the day she and I became coworkers, meaning waiting has been the name of my game--besides, hockey, that is.

I'm a player on the team. She's on staff, and as long as we work together, dating is off-limits. But patience has always been my virtue. Frankie won't be here forever--she's headed for bigger, better things. I just hope that when she leaves the team and I tell her how I feel, she won't want to leave me behind, too.

Frankie

I've had a problem at work since the day Ren Bergman joined the team: a six-foot-three-hunk of happy with a sunshine smile. I'm a grumbly grump and his ridiculously good nature drives me nuts, but even I can't entirely ignore that hot tamale of ginger with icy eyes, the perfect playoff beard, and a body built for sin that he's annoyingly modest about.

Before I got wise, I would have tripped over myself to get a guy like Ren, but with my diagnosis, I've learned what I am to most people in my life--a problem, not a person. Now, opening my heart to anyone, no matter how sweet, is the last thing I'm prepared to do.