The Masters Brothers
Book One: Ice Wolf
On the ice he’s a savage. With me he’s a beast.
When I let Saint Masters tell the world I was his girlfriend to help him solve a PR problem, I didn’t agree to be his for real… or for him to spank my ass red and make me scream his name.
But he didn’t ask.
And as this brute with secrets even darker than mine tears off my clothes to make me his more thoroughly than any ring ever could, I find myself wondering whether we’re still just pretending.
Or if he’s claiming his mate.
Book Two: Ice Beast
He plays like a beast. He mates like one too.
I don’t date assholes or hockey players, but that didn’t stop Steven Masters from pinning me down, kissing me like I was his already, and then tearing off my clothes and rutting me savagely.
Because the brute who just stripped me bare, spanked my ass red, and gave me his knot with my hair held tight in his fist isn’t just the league’s newest bad boy. He’s an alpha wolf shifter too.
And he’s claimed me as his mate.