Offside Play by Lyssa Lemire

The grumpy goalie wouldn’t hold the door open for most people—but for me, he’ll pretend to be in love.

Hudson Voss: Grumpy, brooding hockey star with a permanent scowl on his face and a storm in his eyes. Six feet, four inches of tattooed muscle. Every girl on campus swoons over him—most at a distance, because he’s too scary to approach.
Me: A concert violinist who always looks on the bright side. I’ll be sitting next to Hudson in English class all semester long, but his bad vibes won’t affect me. With my motivational quotes of the day and positive affirmations, I won’t let the grumpy goalie faze me.
But one thing does faze me: my entitled ex who decides he wants me back.
Maybe if he thought I was already taken—by a man who could crumple him up like a piece of paper—he’d back off.
In a lapse of sanity, I ask Hudson to fake it with me; and to my shock, he agrees.
Now the goalie with no heart is buying me flowers and kissing me like I’m really his.
I know the truth, though. It’s all an act. There’s no way a surly hunk like Hudson could fall for a bubbly former band geek like me.
Right?