Professional businessman Johnathan Cummings finds himself on a business trip in Seattle, Washington, that promises more than just meetings and corporate dinners. This journey is his escape, an opportunity to explore his suppressed desires, far from familiar and prying eyes - notably those of his husband. Johnathan has long been a devoted partner, but the recent revelation of his husband's indiscretions has left him reeling and questioning the monogamous constraints they've agreed upon.

Mike gets a call from his college friend Charlotte and is overjoyed to hear she is getting married. However, it is only after he accepts his invite to the wedding that Charlotte reveals she wants Mike to attend as Mila, his crossdressing alter-ego. Mike has never gone outside as Mila, but the idea of becoming a bridesmaid might just be enough to tempt him into being brave enough to go through with it.

I'm the rebel, the bad one. I follow no rules on the track or anywhere else. I'm the obnoxious bad boy the fans secretly root for. I don't mind playing my role. I'm good at it, and it pays to be the dark to his light. Until the good boy starts to get to me. I'm confused and unsure of what I want, when it was all so clear before. They say good always wins, but is that truly the case? In the race between the far-too-pretty good boy and the angry bad boy, who will actually win?

I thought I had one chance to kiss him, and I blew it. We were 16, and I was an idiot. But now, here he is, standing right in front of me, looking at me with that same expression of awe and adoration that I never lost my addiction to.

When it comes to hockey, I'm all about the game. I've worked for years to be one of the best in the league, and l've done it without splashing my orientation all over the tabloids. My hockey image is one I've carefully cultivated, and after one night with Ezra Palaszczuk, I risk it all. He's cocky, obnoxious, and has an ego bigger than Massachusetts. And okay, maybe he's the sexiest man I've ever known. We'll never get along. Not when we sleep together. Not even when my possessive streak awakens. That doesn't stop us from falling into bed together over and over again.