There are two kinds of women in the world - those I can bang, and those I can't.
My teammate's sister?
She's a can't.
I moved in with her to protect her from a nasty ex, not to be the next guy in line.
She's the brains.
I'm the brawn.
She's the fruit.
I'm the sausage.
She talks too much.
I don't talk at all, if I don't have to.
Should be easy to resist her.
But every minute I spend with Felicity is another minute she gets under my skin. She makes me feel like something more than a dumb puckhead with a big Zamboni pony. And it's getting harder to remember why I need to keep my hands to myself.
Beauty and the Beefcake is a vegan-friendly standalone romantic comedy featuring a hockey player whose vocabulary is the only thing smaller than a hockey puck, a book-smart but aimless ventriloquist with too many voices in her head, a dilapidated old house that may or may not be haunted, and no cheating or cliffhangers.
