Break The Ice by Alexandra Silva

Maybe we’re not just breaking the ice.
Maybe we’re shattering all the rules that kept us apart.

Break The Ice, an all-new bi-awakening, dark, MMF hockey romance duet from USA Today bestselling author Alexandra Silva is now available!

They say love melts the coldest of hearts, but what if the ice was put there for a reason?
Elijah Sylkes was my everything… until he left me without warning, shattering the only love I’d ever known.
Years later, he comes back to save me from the cult we were raised in, pulling me into a life I never thought I’d get to have.
Now, I’m in L.A., far away from everything I knew, living in his apartment, struggling to figure out who I am outside the walls I’ve been trapped in.
Elijah is the same—cold, distant, impossible to read. But everything else is different.
Including Jayden Morrow, his best friend and teammate.
Where Elijah is closed off, Jayden is free, easygoing, and self-assured. He makes me laugh. He shows me a world I never imagined. And when I catch him looking at Elijah the same way I do, I start to wonder if maybe, just maybe, we’re all feeling the same pull.
The more time we spend together, the harder it is to ignore the way the three of us are drawn to each other. Something electric, something forbidden, something that shouldn’t be happening… but is.
In a world that told us to fear this, we’re walking a line we can’t erase. I never thought I’d feel this free…
Maybe we’re not just breaking the ice. Maybe we’re shattering all the rules that kept us apart.



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I’d know the rhythm of his stride anywhere. If not that, then the hush that follows him through any room.

Where Elijah goes, eyes follow. It’s not just his height or that wall of quiet confidence he carries like a second skin. He’s the pastor’s son. The Elder’s grandson. A Sylkes — direct descendant of Havenview’s founder. If this town had royalty, the crown would be theirs.

My pulse stutters when his tall frame slides into view and takes the empty seat beside his grandmother.

I lean forward, sliding my hymnal into the rack with unnecessary care, stealing a glimpse. His dark-blonde hair has grown out since last time, falling in that too-casual way that makes me want to push it from his face. The hard line of his jaw flexes as he sits under the weight of the congregation’s stares.

If the seating weren’t assigned, he’d have slipped into a back pew, out of sight. But in the Fellowship, even where you worship has rules.

“Sit up,” Mom hisses, breaking my stare.

I obey, clutching the hymnal, my heart beating like it wants to escape my ribs.

It’s then that I feel it — his gaze.

It crawls over my skin like sunlight breaking through heavy clouds. The longer it lingers, the tighter my chest draws until the edges of the golden cross blur with the white wall behind it.

The sermon drones on, but I don’t hear a word. My mind is back at the countless rules, the countless no’s from the council. Like when they told him no after he asked permission to marry me.

By the time the final prayer ends, my lungs ache for fresh air.

Outside, the summer heat presses down as I cross the churchyard, past the lilies of the valley, past the cemetery and the Elders’ mausoleums, until I reach the clearing behind the shed.

Our shed.

We made memories here. First kisses. First touches. First promises whispered like prayers we had no right to say.

I pace the worn grass, waiting.

It feels like forever before his reflection joins mine in the small church window.

“Hi,” he says, voice rough from disuse, and when I turn, there he is — tall, sunlit, beautiful enough to steal breath from my lungs.

“Hi,” I manage, watching him twirl an iris between long fingers before he tucks it into my hair.

He steps back, hands in the pockets of his Henley-stretched jeans, studying me with that small, crooked grin that always undoes me.

“So…” I say, twisting my arms behind my back to keep from reaching for him. “You did come for the feast?”

Elijah shakes his head. “Not for the feast, Fin.”

“Oh.”

“I came for you.”


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