She's the distraction the team can't afford.<br/>He's the solution no one saw coming.<br/><br/>Winnie Garrett is done with men. After a toxic relationship left her second-guessing everything, she's focused on one thing: her dream job as the New York Knights' new yoga instructor.<br/><br/>Banks Callahan doesn't do relationships. Or feelings. Or anything that requires letting people get close. Growing up in the foster system taught him not to need anyone-and definitely not to want something he could lose.<br/><br/>So when the team's new yoga instructor becomes an unexpected locker-room distraction threatening their playoff focus, Banks comes up with a solution so ridiculous it just might work.<br/><br/>Fake dating.<br/><br/>If the guys think Winnie is his, they'll back off. It's simple locker room code: you don't touch what's claimed-like calling dibs on the last slice of pizza.<br/><br/>The problem?<br/><br/>Nothing about Winnie is simple.<br/><br/>She's warmth and laughter and everything Banks has spent years convincing himself he doesn't need. She makes him want things he can't have. Makes him feel things he doesn't understand.<br/><br/>He was never supposed to fall for her.<br/><br/>But somewhere between fake hand-holding, pretend nicknames, and very real late-night moments, the line between "just for show" and "dangerously real" starts to blur.<br/><br/>Ice Cold Chemistry is a slow-burn hockey romance featuring fake dating, a grumpy hero, a sunshine heroine, and the relationship neither of them planned-but both might need.