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"I want your sperm." Those were Shelby Grant's first words to me. Didn't even want me to buy her a drink first. See, Shelby isn't like other women. After researching Denver's most eligible bachelors in search of her ideal sperm donor, she chose me. As a pro hockey player, I'm used to women wanting things from me, but my swimmers? That's a new one. Somehow, though, with her color-coded parenting plan, sales pitch, and contract, Shelby sells me on the idea. After my donation, she doesn't want anything more to do with me.

He's known as Father Anton to his teammates - the brooding, sexy captain of the NHL's Chicago Blaze has a reputation for...not having a reputation. Just like his diet and sleep routines, celibacy is part of Anton Petrov's on-ice mojo. Or so they say. Anton stays mum on the subject. If the world thinks he chooses to abstain from sex, so be it. Better that than the truth getting out: There is a woman he burns for, but he can never have her. She's his teammate's wife, after all.

When I wake up in the hospital after a DUI car crash, my new NHL team owner gives me an ultimatum—get sober or get packed for the minor leagues. So I talk the talk and go to rehab. I plan to breeze through, get sprung in thirty days or less and hit the road with my new team, the Chicago Blaze. All I have to do is charm my attractive, uptight rehab group leader into thinking I've changed—how hard could it be?

I only have one love now - the home furnishings business I'm building into an empire. Maybe money and success can't love me back, but they keep what's left of my heart safe. One-night stands are my way of scratching the occasional itch I get for something more. And no one's better for that than a sexy as sin hockey player I'll never see again after one very hot night together.

I'm done. Getting ditched at the altar is nothing compared to being humiliated there in front of three hundred shocked guests. Apparently I'm no good at spotting the signs your man's a cheating liar. So I set off solo on my honeymoon to Hawaii, where I realize I've got this life thing down just fine on my own. Friendships and laughter? Yes. Adventures? Absolutely. But relationships? Hell no. Never again.

I'm in no danger of being charmed by Ford Barrett. My new neighbor is a caveman—not remotely my type. He may be attractive, but he's also stubborn and permanently scowling. Even worse? He dropped a couch on my foot. The more we spar, though, the hotter my secret attraction to him burns. Once I give in to the possessive hockey player, lines get blurred.

Mara Torres and I have exactly one thing in common: we can't stand each other. She's judgmental, prickly, and makes it crystal clear that even though our best friends are married, it's all she can do to tolerate me. The feeling is mutual. So naturally, when I need to invent a fake girlfriend to get my teammate off my back, her name is the one that falls out of my mouth. I expect her to laugh in my face when I ask for her help. Or maybe throw something at me. What I don't expect is for her to say yes. Turns out, there's something she wants enough to agree to the arrangement.

Damn, she's sexy. Reagan Preston intrigues me from the moment I lay eyes on her. And speaking of laying...I want between those thighs. But I want to make her burn for me first. Every debate and stolen moment is foreplay for us. She claims she hates me, but her body tells a different story. I plan to win this election, but I also want to win the sharp, fiery Democrat who captures my attention like no woman ever has. Politics is filthy, just like all the things I want to do to Reagan Preston.

They don't call me Belinda Boring for nothing. It's my name, after all. And for a 23-year-old with plain brown hair who still lives at home and gets tongue tied over nothing, it's a fitting one. I'm not even one of those quiet girls with a hidden talent, unless making a mean order of nachos at the NHL arena I work at counts. My life consists of working, reading, and harboring a secret crush on a hockey player who doesn't know I exist. At least, until we accidentally meet and become unlikely friends.

Sebastian Stone has a wedding to stop. His best friend's sister is planning to make an epic mistake in six months, but no one else seems to get it. So when Lainey Morris needs a place to stay in Cleveland for a four-month-long research project, Bash offers her his house. As a pro hockey player, he's on the road a lot, but when he's home, he makes his case against her marrying Shane—or anyone else.

After living her life in the shadows as the daughter of a congressman's secret affair, Kennedy Barnes joins "Project Greenlight" - a clandestine intelligence organization. She's out to prove she's more than her father's dirty secret. One of her first assignments is simple. Get close to Phoenix Ash, collect enough evidence to put him away for life, and get out unscathed. Phoenix Ash is a world renowned hacker. He's pulled off some of the biggest heists in modern history, but never leaves a trace.

When circumstance brings Kate and Ryke together, they discover they don't have to hurt alone. Bound by a grief that haunts them both, they must rely on one another to survive heartbreak. But that grief is more powerful than they realize, and the tie that binds them together may ultimately tear them apart.

I hate Harry Stone. Before I’d even met the selfish former pro hockey player turned CEO, he was at the top of my shit list. The entire city of Chicago thinks he’s God’s gift to humanity, but I know the truth. He knocked up my best friend and then ditched her when she needed him most. She got sick after that, and before she passed away, she chose me to raise her newborn daughter. I just need Harry to sign away his rights to the little girl who means everything to me. Unfortunately, it’s not quite that simple.

I've met the best woman at the worst possible time. Miranda is the fire to my ice - a sexy, charmingly candid spark who breaks down my walls and reminds me what it's like to feel again. But I'm being forced to date my team owner's daughter to keep my job, so I can't be caught with Miranda. Still, we're getting closer - until Miranda finds out about my "girlfriend". And that's not the only secret I've been keeping. But Miranda's the one I want...even if she doesn't believe me.

Emma's with childhood crush Cole Marlowe, and Layla finally found Mr. Right in alpha cop Ben Montrose. But both couples face unexpected obstacles that will test their relationships. Layla and Emma find solace in each other as battle lines are drawn, and they rediscover the close friendship they lost over Cole. It's all on the line as the sisters struggle to find the answer to the most difficult question they've ever faced: Is the love they have now meant to last forever?

Once again, 26-year-old Layla Carson has the attention of a man eager to satisfy her. Ben Montrose, the hot, confident cop who gets off on frustrating her, is eager to show her just how arresting he can be. But as a reforming sexaholic, Layla's sworn off casual hookups and doesn't miss the days of her early 20s - much. Ben's caught off guard when the sexy, outspoken attorney turns him on and then turns him down. But the confident former marine knows he can handle the simple seduction of a beautiful woman.

If Suki fake-marries Carter Stanton for one year, and pretends to be his doting wife, she'll get half a million dollars and a clean divorce at the end. Not only will the money pay off all her debts, but she'll be able to help the girls she already adores settle fully into their new lives.

They call me the Ice Queen. I take it as a compliment, because owning a pro hockey team requires a certain ruthlessness. But my penchant for ball busting has made me political enemies, and one of them has the clout to get me deported back to my home country of Russia. There's only one solution: I have to get married, and fast.

Now Emmaline Carson has settled into her career as a graphic designer, though she'd rather be painting or shopping with her sister Layla. But then - in the years before she went to art school in Paris - she was a shy, awkward teenager with frizzy hair, a flat chest, and a massive crush on the boy across the street, Cole Marlowe. Too bad her incredibly hot neighbor only had eyes for Layla.

I'd say I'm down on my luck, but that's an understatement. I'm flat on my ass. Homeless, hungry, and in hiding with my little sister at the age of 21, I've never been so desperate. I've hit rock bottom when I get an offer I can't refuse. Sell my body to save my sister? There's nothing I won't do to keep her safe. I make the rules, and I'm not afraid to defend myself if this rich guy crosses the line. But once I see beneath his cold, calculating façade, the lines aren't so clear anymore.