Never Dance with the Devils
(2025)
Never Dance with the Devils
(2025)
One plus one equals love.
At least, that’s what I’ve always been told.
I’m Kayla Harrington—ice queen, corporate shark, and the woman smart men know better than to cross. I plan for every contingency. I don’t get played. Control isn’t just a keyboard button—it’s how I run my life.
Then one electric night in the shadowy back corner of a bar changes everything. Two devilishly handsome men. One unexpected connection. And suddenly, my perfectly ordered world is missing a critical chaos.
But that night was supposed to be a one-time thing. A glitch in my system.
Until they show up at my office. Unannounced. Unwelcome. And dangerously tempting.
Riggs, the gruff defenseman with a chip on his shoulder. Maddox, the party-king winger with a golden heart. They claim I’m their “prize.”
Not for blackmail.
Not for leverage.
But for love.
Love? As if.
Except… they’re relentless. Hilarious. Disarming in ways I never saw coming.
And under all that bravado? They’re tender in a way that threatens to break through every wall I’ve ever built.
For the first time, I’m not sure I want to win this game alone.
Because maybe love isn’t about control.
Maybe it’s about surrender.
And maybe, just maybe, it takes two Devils to melt an ice queen.
At least, that’s what I’ve always been told.
I’m Kayla Harrington—ice queen, corporate shark, and the woman smart men know better than to cross. I plan for every contingency. I don’t get played. Control isn’t just a keyboard button—it’s how I run my life.
Then one electric night in the shadowy back corner of a bar changes everything. Two devilishly handsome men. One unexpected connection. And suddenly, my perfectly ordered world is missing a critical chaos.
But that night was supposed to be a one-time thing. A glitch in my system.
Until they show up at my office. Unannounced. Unwelcome. And dangerously tempting.
Riggs, the gruff defenseman with a chip on his shoulder. Maddox, the party-king winger with a golden heart. They claim I’m their “prize.”
Not for blackmail.
Not for leverage.
But for love.
Love? As if.
Except… they’re relentless. Hilarious. Disarming in ways I never saw coming.
And under all that bravado? They’re tender in a way that threatens to break through every wall I’ve ever built.
For the first time, I’m not sure I want to win this game alone.
Because maybe love isn’t about control.
Maybe it’s about surrender.
And maybe, just maybe, it takes two Devils to melt an ice queen.
