Zero Pucks (Punk as Puck Book 1)

Sometimes what happens in Vegas shows up at your door two weeks later to tell you that he’s the guy you married while you were blackout drunk. Tucker: Waking up alone in a strange hotel room missing my prosthetic legs and no memory of what happened the night before is not how I wanted to spend my estranged twin’s bachelor party trip. Yet there I was legless and zero idea how I got there. Or who I spent the night with. Which is…not great. Though I suppose that trauma lies somewhere between losing my legs in a car accident which killed my career in the NHL and my brother running off with my fiancée. So in the grand scheme of things not the worst weekend I’ve had. But while I’m no longer a bitter angry man I’m also maybe— kind of sort of —not the most well-adjusted person on the planet. And that shows when an adorable dimpled wild-haired man shows up at my door to tell me that the hazy night in Vegas had a very specif