Grace Worthington

Rule #1: Never fall for a hockey player. So why does my dating coach—who also happens to play hockey—make me want to break every rule I've set? Neesha It starts with one conversation with a stranger…and suddenly, everything changes. He won't tell me what he does for a living, and maybe...

I stupidly agree to allow a handsome hockey player to rent a room upstairs. Am I crazy? Maybe. Desperately broke? Most definitely. So imagine my shock to discover he's the cute hockey guy I kissed at my best friend's wedding last year. He still calls me princess and is unfairly gorgeous. And now...

He's the hottest country rock star in the country whose reputation needs to be repaired. I'm an unemployed event planner who's desperate for a job. When I'm forced to team up with Mr. Smolder for the most ambitious Christmas event around, it might be my biggest mistake yet . . . For me...

Single moms don't get second chances, right? In Hallmark movies, yes. In reality, doubtful. Especially when you have a five-year-old interrupting your "alone time" with the man of your dreams.

A grumpy hockey player. A sunshine PR queen. One fake relationship to survive the off-season—and one summer that changes everything. The first rule of hockey PR? Never. Date. A. Player. Which shouldn't be a problem—Tate Foster is the least dateable guy on the team. Logical. Bookish. Allergic...

My perfect summer just got ruined by a brunette in a tool belt. This was my summer to get away from it all. Live like a hermit. Fix up my family's vacation home. Until Ella arrived. My infuriating neighbor has returned for beach season. Ever since our families bought summer homes next to each...

He's a hot-headed hockey star. A grump with a broody glare. Hater of playing by the rules. Bigger hater of figure skaters like me. And now, my new fake boyfriend. I've spent my entire life working for a shot at Nationals, but when my figure skating partner gets an injury right before the biggest...

Who gets married out of convenience? Apparently, I do. My best friend was only supposed to be my fake date to a work event in Vegas. But when my ex showed up with another woman on his arm, my friend suggested the ultimate payback: pretending we were engaged. When I accidentally mention my...