Spite Crush

Zak Dempsey wasn't supposed to be my problem.

He was supposed to be a quick annoyance-a too-pretty, too-cocky hockey phenom who chirped me once and then skated right out of my life.

Instead, he became my favorite enemy.

He talks trash like it's his love language. I snap back because I can't help myself. He's the golden boy of the league. I'm the chaotic, neurodivergent rock star he definitely should not be flirting with in public.

But somehow we've slid straight into enemies-to-lovers territory, and every insult feels like foreplay, every run-in feels like forced proximity, and every glare makes me want to bite him a little.

He's a mouthy enforcer with a chip on his shoulder.

I'm a musician with a type-and unfortunately, that type is "emotionally dangerous athletes who should absolutely ruin me."

The more we push, the more the sparks catch.

The more we fight, the more it feels like spite-kissing waiting to happen.

And I'm starting to suspect Zak Dempsey didn't start a feud at all...

He started a crush.

Spite Crush delivers all your favorite tropes: enemies to lovers, sports x rock star collision, hurt/comfort, neurodivergent MC, banter-as-foreplay, ridiculous chemistry, and enough spice to melt the ice under Zak's skates.

If you want a funny, slightly-angsty MM romance that hits every single trope button, grab Spite Crush today and enjoy the chaos.