Welcome to Rebel, Louisiana—where the humidity feels personal, even the otters hold grudges, and chaos is a competitive sport.
I used to play hockey in sold-out arenas. Now my wrecked knee and I are stuck in a little bayou town that's been mad at me for a year. I need a big comeback–and zero drama. So first thing, I get tackled at the airport by a sunshiny woman in yellow overalls who's thwarting my kidnapping… by her grandpas. That's Nora Delaune—Parks & Rec director, caffeine-powered menace, and the only person in Rebel willing to give me a chance. She needs me to win games and help save the town's ice arena before it gets turned into a laser-tag nightmare. And I… kind of like being needed by her. Even when she's producing a singing, dancing, wig-wearing ice extravaganza that is definitely not hockey. Then my sister—the team's new owner—drops the bomb: if Nora and I "date," the town might stop hating me. Fine. We'll fake it as long as we don't call it love. But between late-night practices, the sugar-addicted swamp-werewolf mascot, otter drama, and the way Nora looks at me like I'm worth rooting for… I'm in trouble. I came to Rebel to rebuild my career. I didn't expect to lose my heart doing it. Just Don't Call It Love is a hot, hilarious, full-of-hijinks small-town rom-com with grumpy-sunshine, fake dating, and found family energy that will make you want to buy season tickets to the wackiest hockey league ever!
