Ice and Ember

Ember Vasquez drives rideshare at night to pay for art school. Rule one: no athletes, no exceptions. Anders Sorensen is the most hated defenseman in the league, newly traded, living out of a hotel, and the man who slides into her back seat five times in a month. He doesn't want small talk. She doesn't want fans. Between the late-night pickups and the 2 a.m. silences, they build something that doesn't have a name yet. When a snowstorm strands them together for two days in her studio, there's nowhere to hide — from his grief, from her debt, from the way he looks at her when she's pretending not to notice. He's ice. She's not. Somehow it's the best thing either of them has ever been. A slow burn, grumpy sunshine, forced proximity hockey romance with a happily ever after that takes its time.