Just One Knight

Sadie Brooks has one rule: no messy men. So when the jerk in the giant black truck traps her in a bakery parking lot, waves her off without a word, and costs her the biggest listing of her career, she does what any sane woman would do. She rants about him at Sunday dinner. She doesn’t know her rant is being filmed. She doesn’t know the jerk is Callum Knight, the best hockey player alive. And she definitely doesn’t know that by Tuesday, the whole internet will be calling her the raccoon lady. Callum has spent twelve years learning that everyone wants something from him. So when a sharp-tongued realtor goes viral off his name, he knows exactly what she is. Then his agent hires her to find him a house, because nothing sells a good-guy image like a man who forgives his loudest critic. There’s just one problem. The only house Callum wants is a little blue house on Linden Lake, with a yellow kitchen, a creaky third stair, and a wooden dock with two initials carved into the last post. Sadie’s initials. She’ll do anything to stop the sale: haunted basements, imaginary termites, a very angry ghost named Earl. He’ll do anything to get it, even if it means letting the most infuriating woman he’s ever met teach him how to buy groceries, do laundry, and survive Sunday dinner with her hockey-heckling father. Neither of them is supposed to fall. Neither of them is telling the truth. And when the secret finally comes out, it won’t just cost her the house. It might cost her him. Because Callum is about to find out exactly whose home he’s buying. And Sadie is about to find out what he’s planning to do with it. Just One Knight is a laugh-out-loud, heart-squeezing enemies-to-lovers hockey romance, with a misunderstanding neither of them caused, a found family you’ll want to move in with, and a slow-burn romance that turns up the heat.