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He should be excited about their win streak, but he's distracted by his best friend, Lacey Daniels, sitting in the stands at his game with a date. When Lacey's date refuses to kiss her on the kiss cam, she's mortified…until Shawn saves the day, jumping in to kiss her in front of seventy thousand screaming fans.

In my final semester at Lincoln University, Coach Kosta insists I need a tutor to raise my Stats grade so I don't tank the men's hockey team's GPA. With NHL dreams hanging in the balance, I'll swallow my pride to prove I'm a team player. But hold onto your sticks, ladies and gents, because fate has an icy twist: Dylan Daniels, ice queen and center of Lincoln's women's ice hockey team, is going to be my tutor. We go way back, all the way to the days we'd race in her old man's rink. My presence made her foot-stomping mad back then, and apparently, it still does.

Dominique Price wants me. My body. My mind. My soul. And he can have me—behind closed doors and away from prying eyes. As long as he helps me forget my pain, and promises to stay the hell away from my heart, I'll be his. And for a short while, he'll be mine. But we're playing a dangerous game. One whose rules are swiftly being ignored. I want him. Need him. Might even be addicted to him. Only, happily ever after was never in the cards for us. And it looks like I'm the idiot who forgot that.

My dreams of going pro are at my fingertips. But in one moment, one hit, those dreams come crashing down around me. The money, the fame, the life I wanted to give my mother. All gone. Once I was Kingston "The King" Reyes. Women and men had chanted my name, worshiped me. Now, I work as a postal worker by day… and at night, I crawl into the dark, seedy underbelly of sin. An illegal underground fight club, where I still reign with my fists, but where every fight could be my last.

Charlotte Wells needs a drastic change in her life. Her editor is looking for something new, something fresh. Something romantic. And Charlotte–well, Charlotte hates love. She can't say no to the deal from the publisher, so she heads to Orchid City for a change of scenery. What she doesn't intend on is finding inspiration in the hot hockey player she stumbles into.

She's a former Olympic figure skater whose world turned upside down. He's a pro football player who never let go of the past. What happens when these two finally have their second chance, and a stalker threatens everything?

My name is Lux Weston, and I’m a matter of national security... apparently. All I did was meet a beautiful girl in a bookstore and then rescue her. Once… twice… and maybe a third time—from a creeper. The problem? The creeper turned out to be Secret Service, and the girl… well, she’s Radley Andrews—the President’s only daughter. It has disaster written all over it. I should stay away. She’s a student, I’m a Major League Baseball player. She’s trying to hide from the spotlight, I’m standing underneath it. Not to mention I’ve never had a relationship, and Radley has her own demons to battle.

No longer a contender for Olympic glory nor the pro circuit, and searching for a new path, I find myself in Balsam Ridge, Tennessee. Starting over at the newly built Misty Mountain Ranch and Ski Area, training novel skiers, and managing the ski staff is a far cry from Whistler or Vail. But it offers the serenity I crave. Morris Tuttle is the cocky younger brother of the resort's owner. A fun-loving man with a handsome face, sexy dimples, and wicked ambition who likes to get under my skin. He thinks he can push my buttons and worm his way into my frozen heart? Game on.

Fighting against our relationship turns into keeping it a secret… most importantly from her father. At first, it's fun sneaking around, but then it feels like every time we're close to coming clean, something happens to stop us. Then, life takes another detour as the reminder that life is short plows into me. It's moments like these that make me think long and hard about the future. For the first time, the twelve years between us start to have some meaning as I wonder whether I'm robbing her of the future she deserves.

Our plan? Fake an engagement, have a showy wedding, solve our little problems, then amicably split. It's simple: I keep my B&B, and he shows his team he's serious about cleaning up his act. Perfect, right? But Jake doesn't know how to do things by halves.

Our lives were like a story, predestined for us by the hands of some writer we didn't know. We were given a beginning and end, and some of us endured a climax like a roller coaster that shook and jerked us around, testing us in the process. In my story, I thought I knew what to expect. That was until a hot-shot hockey player with sweet words and an even kinder soul changed my course. It took everything in me not to fall for him, but unwanted emotions were developing, and warmth I swore I'd never expose myself to began to wreak havoc on my already failing heart.

When Grayson Nash walks into the bar, he has no idea I'm little Ava Maxwell, the one he promised to look after when he moved to Vegas. After a sizzling, sheet-clutching first experience of my dreams, we exchange numbers and a plan to extend our undeniable connection into something more. I promise myself I'll tell him the truth about who I am… eventually. He finds out before I tell him, and he wants nothing to do with me. But when my ex won't take the hint, Grayson swoops in pretending to be my new boyfriend.

Eli Hopkins has it all—almost. A hockey career with the wildly popular Appies. Teammates who are like brothers. The only thing he's missing is someone to share it all with. Oh, and correctly filed visa paperwork. Due to administrative error, Eli is about to lose everything. Unless he can find someone to marry him in the next thirty days. He might have the perfect woman in mind. The only problem? He'd like to marry her for real, not simply for legal purposes.

I'm a guy who sets a goal and achieves it, so when I was runner-up for the Heisman Trophy and lost the National Championship game, I knew I would be back in a Stallions uniform for my senior year. Failure is not in my DNA. This year—zero distractions—period. My unexpected savior is my best friend's twin sister and my new roommate. My idea to pretend she's my girlfriend to keep the swarm of college hotties away is genius since she's completely off-limits. All I need is someone to pucker up and smile for the cameras.

Five years later, Lincoln Beckett and I are still finding ways to stretch and bend the rules, breaking those that threaten to hinder us. To an outsider, everything looks perfect. But with each day apart, and with each new obligation, I'm learning that even strengths have their weaknesses and perfections have their flaws.

The boys of Lake Chapel own me—mind and body, heart and soul. I'll fight for them. Wait for them. Root for them and support them through anything. Because what we're building together is a forever kind of love.

As it turns out, I can't stay away. Life keeps throwing us together, and it seems like she's everywhere all at once. She's in the same house as me, in the bedroom next to mine as I dream about what she's doing in there. She's interning at the baseball stadium when I'm there to focus on the game, and her boss has assigned her to shadow me as we work on a project together.

I hate Christmas. Years and years of disappointment have taught me that Christmas is the worst. I don't like the music, the food, the decorations…anything. And Lincoln Daniels, my tattooed hockey god of a husband, thinks he's going to change that… I tell him it's not going to happen.

I knocked up my sister's co-worker. And I didn't even know her name. I know. This sounds really bad, but listen, I can explain. To hockey fans, I'm known for my strength and skills on the ice. To women, I'm known for my talent and endurance in the bedroom.

I have a soul-destroying corporate job, I iron my underpants, and I was unceremoniously dumped for an influencer hippie a few years ago. Every day feels the same, and I don't know how much longer I can cope before I do something unhinged like rip off my shirt in the middle of my co-worker's office birthday party and smear lemon cake all over my chest. Then, a case of mistaken identity suddenly lands me in the middle of a covert professional wrestling league, which is apparently being run in the basement of my office building. Weird. Even weirder are the wrestlers.