Whiskey Wednesdays — J.L. Brannick

He's an arrogant retired hockey player with a dirty, filthy mouth. But he has the sweetest little daughter I just can't say no to.

Connor McCoy's hockey nickname is The Hammer, and the first time we meet, that's exactly what he does to me. He hammers orders, barks instructions, and interrupts me three times before I can tell him I'm not his latest assistant.

Then the intense, infuriating man outdoes himself when he almost gets me arrested for felony burglary. I never want to see his scarred, handsome face again. But I can't avoid him when McCoy hires my dad to be his daughter's nanny, and he owns the hockey team where I'm interning.

He's like a ragged fingernail on the chalkboard of my soul, except when he's scorching my brain with his dirty, filthy mouth. And it turns out he not only earns his nickname in the rink, but in bed (and the floor, wall, and kitchen table). McCoy is unapologetic about wanting to keep me -- for himself, and his sweet little daughter. But can we navigate through his troubled past, our vast differences, and me befriending his entire hockey team?