"Hockey star Mike..." so, another romance with another fucking hockey star. What is wrong with these asshole authors who believe that there's nothing out there other than muscular hockey stars? I'll tell you what's wrong: they don't have an original neuron in their entire brain, so they have to endlessly clone the work of others and retread it for their own use. "...broke Lauren’s heart, so the last thing she wants is to spend time with him..." but she inevitably will. This is just another urging from a female author to female readers that no matter how badly treated you were by the jerk-off son-of-a-bitch you were with, you're so lacking in worth and utility that the only smart solution is to run right back to him at the crook of his dick - or his pipe, as the title has it.... Barf.
