When Natalie and Luc's worlds collide, it's a recipe for disaster—or is it a recipe for love?

Natalie:

I've got a restaurant to open, a menu to perfect, and a construction crew to wrangle. The last thing I need is some cocky hockey player skating into my life and causing a ruckus. But when Luc Bouchard, captain of the Sugar City Nighthawks, comes barging into my work site demanding I move my equipment, I can't help but give him a taste of his own medicine. Who does he think he is, with his chiseled jaw and infuriatingly sexy smirk? I've got dreams to chase, and no man—no matter how good he looks in hockey pads—is going to get in my way. But try telling that to my traitorous heart (and other parts of my anatomy) every time he's around.

Luc:

Seriously, how hard is it to move a crane out of the way? I'm the captain of the Sugar City Nighthawks, and I've got places to be, pucks to shoot, and a championship to win. I don't have time to deal with some feisty, curvaceous chef who thinks she can tell me what to do. Natalie Dupont is stubborn, sassy, and hotter than a Cajun kitchen in July. She's got a smart mouth and an even smarter brain, and I can't seem to keep my mind (or my hands) off her. But I'm a professional, and I've got goals to achieve. I can't afford to let a woman—even one with a body that could melt the ice—distract me from my purpose. If only my heart (and other parts of my anatomy) would get the memo.