Puck Deep

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Pairing: MM
Heat: 🌶️🌶️🌶️ Scorching
Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Forced Proximity, Size Difference

I’m the league’s golden boy. He’s the enforcer who nearly ended my career. Now, we’re sharing a locker room—and a duplex.

Remy “Saint” St. Clair owned Thunder Bay. He was the star center, the face on the billboards, and the city’s favorite son. Then the front office traded for Jaxson Graves—the man who put him in the hospital last season with a hit that still haunts his dreams.

Now, he’s Remy’s defensive partner. He’s moved into the unit directly above his. And he’s making it his mission to shut Remy down, both on the ice and off.

Jaxson Graves doesn’t do drama. He doesn’t do relationships. He’s here to win a Cup, not make friends with the cocky star he put through the boards a year ago. But living a floor away from Remy St. Clair is a special kind of hell.

When a late-night confrontation turns into a heated arrangement, they set the rules: No feelings. No complications. No one finds out. But in the high-stakes world of the playoffs, secrets are hard to keep.

You’ll love this if you enjoy:

✓ Hockey romance with locker room tension
✓ Massive size difference (enforcer × star center)
✓ “I hate you but I can’t stop thinking about you”
✓ Praise kink done right
✓ Protective possessive heroes

Puck Deep is a high-heat MM hockey romance featuring enemies-to-lovers tension, a massive size difference, and a guaranteed happily ever after.

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The Trade

The puck sang across the ice like it had been waiting for Remy St. Clair its entire life.

He caught it on his stick blade with the kind of casual precision that made rookie defensemen forget how to breathe. The Thunder Bay Kodiaks’ practice rink echoed with the sharp bite of skates carving fresh lines into ice, the hollow percussion of pucks hammering boards, and beneath it all, the low hum of the ventilation system fighting a losing battle against the cold.

Remy loved this—the moment right before he made everyone else look like they were skating through molasses.

He feinted left. The rookie bit hard, his weight already committed before his brain caught up with the mistake. Remy grinned behind his cage and went right, the puck glued to his tape as he dangled it between his own skates, threading the needle with the kind of showmanship that would’ve earned him a benching in juniors.

Not here. Here, he was Saint. Here, he could do whatever the hell he wanted.

The rookie sprawled across the ice, his stick clattering uselessly as Remy emerged on the other side, picking up speed. The net loomed ahead, and Thunder Bay’s backup goalie—Peters, poor bastard—squared up in the crease like he had a prayer.

Remy went five-hole before Peters could blink.

The lamp didn’t light up in practice, but the satisfying thunk of rubber hitting twine was enough. The handful of teammates watching from the bench erupted in a chorus of chirps and cheers.

“Jesus Christ, Saint!” Forward Jake Mitchell’s voice carried across the rink, half-laughing, half-exasperated. “You trying to send the kid back to the AHL?”

Remy circled back, breathing hard but grinning harder. He tapped his stick against the ice in the rookie’s direction—Daniels, or Davis, or something with a D. The kid was already scrambling to his feet, face red behind his visor.

“Welcome to the show, rook!” Remy called out, unable to help himself. “That’s what a decade in the league looks like.”

The kid muttered something that might’ve been anatomically creative but skated away before Remy could ask him to repeat it.

Good, Remy thought, still coasting in lazy circles near center ice. Let him be mad. Mad means he’ll work harder.

That’s what Remy told himself, anyway. It had nothing to do with the way his pulse still hammered from the goal, or the way the cold air felt electric in his lungs, or the fact that playing to a crowd—even a practice-day crowd—made him feel like he existed in full color while everyone else was stuck in grayscale.

Montreal had raised him to be a star. Thunder Bay had let him become one.

Five years with the Kodiaks. Five years as the city’s golden boy, the pretty-faced center who could score from anywhere and looked good doing it. His face was on billboards downtown, his name chanted by eighteen thousand fans every home game, his jersey the top seller in the arena shop three years running.

He owned this city.

And he’d earned every second of it.

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Frequently Asked Questions

Is Puck Deep spicy?

Yes! Puck Deep is a high-heat MM romance with explicit content. Heat level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️ (Scorching). Expect enemies-to-lovers tension that builds across the book before exploding in detailed intimate scenes.

Is this book part of a series?

Puck Deep is Book 1 in the Thunder Bay Kodiaks series, but it’s a complete standalone with no cliffhanger. Each book in the series follows a different couple on the team, so you can read them in any order.

What tropes are in this book?

Puck Deep features: enemies to lovers, forced proximity (they live in the same duplex), massive size difference (enforcer vs. star center), hurt/comfort, praise kink, and a protective possessive hero. It’s hockey romance with all the locker room tension you could want.

Is there a happily ever after?

Always. Every Fractal Enigma book ends with a guaranteed HEA. No cliffhangers, no unresolved endings—just two characters who earn their happiness together.

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