You ever watch your best friend make the worst decision of her life in real-time? Because I just did.
Fiona Kensington — heiress, PR nightmare, and my personal headache — just bought a failing hockey team. On impulse. In the middle of a black-tie gala. Because her father scoffed.
And now? Now, she owns the Ironvale Blizzard, a team currently ranked dead last, drowning in financial disaster, and captained by Wyatt Reeds — a brooding ex-NHL player who also happens to be the man who shattered her heart a decade ago.
So, naturally, she has no plan. No hockey knowledge. And absolutely no clue what she’s just walked into.
The media is circling like vultures. The team sees her as a joke. Her father is waiting for her to crash and burn.
But here’s the thing about Fiona Kensington — she might be reckless, but she’s never backed down from a fight.
And this? This is about to be the biggest fight of her life.
A failing franchise. A stubborn, infuriating team captain. A past she swore she buried.
Welcome to the Ironvale Blizzard. This season is about to get messy.
Once upon a tide, a girl was cast into the sea.
She had no voice to scream. No hands to hold on. No mercy from the waves.
The prince she had saved chose another. The kingdom she had longed for turned its back. And so the ocean, that jealous and endless thing, swallowed her whole.
But the sea does not keep what does not belong to it.
Dragged from the depths by calloused hands and cruel laughter, she awoke to the scent of salt and blood, to a ship that carved through the water like a blade. To men who called themselves wolves, who answered only to the one at the helm.
She should have drowned. She did not.
The girl who lost her name became something new. Not a mermaid, not a princess, but something sharp. Something with a cutlass at her hip and vengeance in her heart.
Hook named her Siren.
But if he had any sense, he would have let her sink.
Anthology of short-stories, novelettes and novellas.
