When Taylor skates into Jordan’s life, Jordan is instantly interested. Like Jordan, Taylor has a better handle on her hockey stick than she has on her life. Are these roll mates soul mates?

At twenty-two, Jordan Marshall is on a roll: in the hay, with the punches, around the roller rink. When she came out to her family a few years ago, she went straight to the penalty box.

Still reeling though not healing from her parents’ unsportsmanlike conduct, Jordan has grown accustomed to getting the short end of the stick. But she can stick it out―as long as she sticks to being an “emotionally unavailable” femme with stone butch blues.

Then Taylor Becks skates into her life, and Jordan is instantly interested in the pretty, puckish player. As Taylor’s wheels start spinning, so do Jordan’s. The strong, silent type prototype, Taylor is a great role model, but she has a far better handle on her hockey stick than she has on her life.

With their feelings caged up like a head in a hockey helmet, Jordan and Taylor are more in line than their skates. They want to go from skating to dating, but they’re both afraid that fear will interfere.

Jordan and Taylor may not be playing ice hockey, but that doesn’t mean that they’re not skating on thin ice. Nor does it mean that they can’t win the Wayne Gretz-key to each other’s hearts.

I’d get into the fine points of the strife in Jordan’s life, but it’s a long story. When it comes to words, the author is no cheapskate. This is a novel that goes into detail, and in parts, there’s more padding than a shin guard.

But don’t let that interfere with your enjoyment of the story. Instead, shake your stick at all those words and stick with the characters as they transition from roll mates to soul mates, a transition that is both sufficiently smooth and realistically rocky.

So make sure you get a rink-side seat.