
Eleven years ago, I married the hockey player who swept me off my feet in college. A year ago, we sat opposite each other and finalized our divorce. I've tried to move on. I've tried to forget him. But even when we were drowning at rock bottom, Jackson Carter has always owned...

They call me the Bad*ss of Hockey. The Beast of the Northeast. And I'm not just referring to my stick play on the ice. As Captain for the Boston Blades, I've spent years working toward bringing home the Stanley Cup. But...

They call me the Bad*ss of Hockey. The Beast of the Northeast. And I'm not just referring to my stick play on the ice. As Captain for the Boston Blades, I've spent years working toward bringing home the Stanley Cup. But...

They call me the Bad*ss of Hockey. The Beast of the Northeast. And I'm not just referring to my stick play on the ice. As Captain for the Boston Blades, I've spent years working toward bringing home the Stanley Cup. But when the owners sell us out to Hollywood, suddenly...

They call me the Bad*ss of Hockey. The Beast of the Northeast. And I'm not just referring to my stick play on the ice. As Captain for the Boston Blades, I've spent years working toward bringing home the Stanley Cup. But when the owners sell us out to Hollywood, suddenly...