Seattle Snowhawks rookie Justin Reid has it bad for his teammate Shawn Kelleher. It’s just his luck that Shawn’s got a crush too… on Justin’s best friend, Vancouver Narwhal center Keith Adams.

When Shawn lets it slip at the worst possible moment that he wants Keith, Justin is hurt, but what can he do? He steers Keith in Shawn’s direction and lets chemistry do the rest.

What Justin doesn’t know is that while Keith is into Shawn, he’s also secretly wanted Justin since forever. After some stumbling, they realize there’s something very hot and very mutual going on between all three of them. It’s fantasies coming true left, right, and center, and it just doesn’t get any better than this.

Except this scorching hot triad is anything but simple. Not while the closeted son of a hockey legend is fighting to make his own name in the shadow of his deeply homophobic father’s legacy. Not in the midst of grueling schedules and a team’s fraternization rules. Throw in pesky emotions showing up where they aren’t wanted, and it’s a play that’s doomed from the start.

Shawn, Keith, and Justin all fought their way into professional hockey. Is what they have together worth fighting for too? Or will fear let heartache win this game?

How was it?

This book starts with a bang, holly hell. Like many books before, I didn’t read the blurb, I didn’t know what to expect. I sure did not expect this. I thought this was my first threesome romance but it’s not, it’s my second.

Like Rebound, Assist hit me hard but in a different way, the level of angst in this book is stressful. It’s worth it though because each of the relationships make sense, they feel real and hot. Complicated, of course, and well worth the frustrating moments. Justin, Keith, and Shawn are similar in some ways, enough that I sometimes forgot whose perspective I was on, yet each brings something to the relationship.

I’ve read L.A. Witt‘s books before but in this series, she seems to be aiming for the tougher, more complex side of romances. I’m eager for the next one.