In the new Play-by-Play novel by the New York Times bestselling author of The Final Score, opposites attract when a figure skater and hockey player lace up their skates--and go for the gold... Will "Mad Dog" Madigan is making his second trip to the Winter Games, and he couldn't be happier. Hockey is his life and playing for the U.S. team is a privilege. Then he meets U.S. figure skater Amber Sloane. She's beautiful, ambitious and driven--everything Will desires in a woman. He would love to show Amber how hot life off the ice can be. Amber has skated her entire life, sacrificing everything in the hopes of one day winning gold. Now she's competing for the third and final time. She intends to win, and nothing's going to get in her way--until she meets Will. He's an irresistible charmer, and before long Amber is wondering if this sexy hockey player is the perfect guy to show her some moves outside the rink. But after all the medals have been awarded, Will and Amber will have to decide if what they have together is just a fling or a real shot at true love. "Jaci Burton's stories are full of heat and heart." — Maya Banks , #1  New York Times  bestselling author   “Jaci Burton’s books are always sexy, romantic, and charming!” — Jill Shalvis ,  New York Times  bestselling author "Jaci Burton is a stalwart in the romance genre." — USA Today "A wild ride." — Lora Leigh , #1  New York Times  bestselling author, on  Riding the Edge "One to pick up and savor." — Publishers Weekly , on  Surviving Demon Island   “Jaci Burton delivers.” — Cherry Adair ,  New York Times  bestselling author    “Captures everything I love about a small-town romance.” — Fresh Fiction , on  Hope Burns Jaci Burton  is a  New York Times  and  USA Today  bestselling romance novelist. In addition to writing the Play-by-Play, Hope, and Wild Riders series, she has also coauthored a number of anthologies with fellow romance writer Lora Leigh. Burton lives in Oklahoma with her husband and dogs. ONE Will "Mad Dog" Madigan stood on the carpet leading to the ice in the hockey arena. He wasn't supposed to be here-not today, anyway. But he'd gotten up early this morning, needing a run after his long flight yesterday. He'd needed to clear his head, and when he'd ended up at one of the two arenas that would serve as home for several of the ice events here at the international games, he couldn't help himself. He had to see if he could get inside. Fortunately, the team's coach had been arriving and spotted him, and he had access, so he let Will inside. But only for a few minutes, coach had said. A few minutes was all he needed. The arena was huge, and there'd be attendees from all over the world watching the games. On the ice, there'd be hockey, as well as figure skating, curling and speed skating. He took in the sheer size of the arena, then dragged in a deep breath of chilled air. There was something about the smell of a rink, that crisp scent of icy air that clung to his lungs and gave him life. It replenished him, gave him a sense of purpose and affirmed he was right where he was supposed to be. Like now, looking over the ice rink for what would soon be the international games in Vancouver. He felt damned fortunate to be here and he couldn't wait for the games to start. He was itching to put on his skates and get out there, test the ice and get some speed going under his skates. Then all he'd need was his stick and a puck to chase after. He loved playing hockey. It fulfilled him in ways he would have never thought possible when he had been a kid fighting it out with his friends at the local rink back in Chicago. Back then it had been all fun and games, shoving and laughing and playing all day. Even then, it had been in his blood. Now, it was his job playing forward for the St. Louis Ice hockey team. And to be selected to play for these games, not just once, but twice? It was a damn dream come true. He planned to soak in every minute of this experience, so he could remember it forever. Four years ago he'd been twenty-three, an excited young guy who'd partied his ass off the entire time. If he'd been honest with himself, he couldn't remember much about the experience. On the ice, of course, he'd put everything into his game play. Off the ice had been a constant party. This time he wanted to soak in the experience, really live it. This time would be different. He could already imagine playing in the upcoming games, even against some of his own teammates, who'd be playing for their home countries. They'd talked about it before the games began. On their pro team, they fought for the Ice. Here, they'd play for their country and they'd respect each other for that. When it was over, they'd all be teammates again. "That's it, Mad Dog," Coach Stein said as he came up to him. "Time to clear out." Will nodded. "Thanks for getting me in." "We'll see you back here tomorrow after the rest of your teammates arrive." "You got it