Six hockey players. One blindfold.
It was supposed to be flavor research.
I’m Cass. I make candy for a living, and my nose is my best tool — give me a scent and I’ll build you something worth lining up for. So when the team needs a signature candy, I design the scenting session myself: numbered slips, one player at a time, me blindfolded. Clean. Professional. No names.
Number four walks in, and years of suppressants stop meaning anything.
Cold slate and juniper. My fated mate…?! And all I know about him is his number.
My best friend knows exactly who he is. I refuse to ask — if he wants to be found, he can act like it.
Meanwhile — no lie — my kitchen fills up with hockey players in striped aprons:
Otto — the mountain who buys black licorice every Tuesday and rations his words like they cost him.
Bo — the winger who burns the same forearm twice and shows it off like a trophy.
Kip — the beta with a window seat and lemon drops waiting.
Rhone — the defenseman who tastes everything I make and tells me the truth. Even when I hate it.
It’s almost Halloween. Spooky ghost suckers on the counter, a bonfire by the lake, a witch hat I actually wear.
I started this month with a mystery scent to unravel.
Thing is, I’m not going to just pick one… I’m walking out of October with a pack.
Knot a Sucker is a steamy Halloween cozy omegaverse why choose romance featuring fated mates, a blind scent lineup, alphas who fall first, found family, generous knotting, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
Perfect for readers who love:
• A blindfolded scent lineup
• An entire hockey line in striped aprons learning to pull hot sugar into candy
• The silent mountain of a man who buys the same bag of black licorice every week
• Halloween in a small hockey town
• A fated mate who wants to be chosen, not just scented
• Reverse harem HEA — three alphas, one beta, no choosing required
