Love Spike

She's six-foot-two of French Canadian arrogance. I want to hit a ball through her face.

Ellie Saint doesn't do feelings. She does kills, assists, and national championships. Marie Fournier doesn't do reckless. She does strategy, patience, and perfect blocks.

They've spent two years as rivals—Ellie all fire, Marie all ice. Every match is a war. Every point is personal.

Then one night in a hallway changes everything. One almost-kiss. One crack in the armor.

Now they're sneaking around between tournaments, stealing moments in borrowed apartments while their teams hurtle toward a collision. When the bracket drops, one of them is going to lose—and not just the championship.

Ellie's terrified of wanting something she might lose. Marie's done pretending she doesn't want everything.

The net between them was supposed to keep them apart. It might be the only thing holding them together.