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I always had a fantasy about sleeping with a gorgeous stranger. No names. No strings. Just one night where nothing else mattered. So when a hot man I'd never seen walked into my small town bar that weekend, I let myself have it. One perfect night. All heat, no history. And by the next day, he was gone. I didn't expect him to stay. I didn't even know his last name. But I also didn't expect two pink lines to show up a few weeks later. I had no way to find him… Until I'm sitting at my parents' house, trying to figure out how to break the baby news—and his face flashes across the TV screen.

In the club, with flashing lights and loud music, seeing him across the room is a scene out of a movie. We lock eyes and sway to the beat—instantly connecting. He nudges his head, calling me to the other side. Me? Of all the women in the club, this sexy man wants me to join him in VIP. So I do. And then I realize how tall he is, and the other guys surrounding him are also. Wait. This guy was on the basketball court at the game I watched the night before. The guys standing around him are his teammates on the Houston Outlaws.

They say journalists should never become part of the story. Someone should've warned me before I locked eyes with six-foot-two of brooding hockey defenseman. Covering the college hockey team was supposed to be my stepping stone, not the assignment that would tangle my heart in a power play I never saw coming. My mentor always preached about professional distance. Funny how those principles evaporate when Sean's guarded eyes meet mine across a locker room. Then I noticed it during a game. The wince, the careful way he rotated his shoulder when nobody was watching. Nobody except me. The scoop...

Hockey players were never my type. At least, that’s what I thought—until I met Conor Nilsen. In truth, I didn’t know he was the goalie for the Chicago Falcons when he struck up a conversation the night of my bachelorette party. He proved he wasn’t just some hot guy looking to score when he helped me get my drunk bridesmaid safely back to our hotel. That’s when he discovered my 30-before-30 bucket list—a list I hadn’t managed to check a single item off. What was meant to be a night of stargazing turned into so much more.

All Penny Clark wants is one last night of fun before stepping into her new role as owner of her father's pro hockey team. No names, no strings—just one perfect distraction. But her mystery man turns out to be none other than Jack "The Saint" West—her star player.

She's Penna Carstairs. The Renegade they call Rebel. FMX-treme Magazine's sexiest female athlete of the year. There's no rule in extreme sports she hasn't broken, no gender barrier she hasn't demolished. She's the woman I met in a bar in Vegas. The woman I illegally BASE jumped for. The woman I spent one insane, incredible night with. But now I'm screwed. Or rather...not screwed. Because the woman I can't get out of my head is the one woman I can never touch again.

My job is simple: make Maverick Jennings, the world’s grumpiest quarterback, look like a decent human being. If I can’t fix his reputation, I can kiss my dream of launching my own brand consulting business goodbye. His job? Making my life a living nightmare. He’s arrogant, impossible, and entirely too handsome for someone so determined to self-destruct. He rejects every idea, challenges every strategy, and looks at me like he can’t decide whether to strangle me or kiss me. Honestly, same.

The last person I wanted to fix up my historic dream home with was the handsome older man with money to burn who bought it right out from under me. Thanks to my father, that's exactly what happened. Colton Crawford was making my house a home, and I was back in my childhood room, trying not to think of the towering, gorgeous Adonis with a killer smile… and how much I hated him. Or at least that's what I tried to tell myself. Because the more time we were forced to spend together in the dust and debris, the less our age gap mattered. And the more the sparks flew.

Sarah Brennan is a hockey player in the new professional women's league, but it's her mind she wants to exercise when she enrolls in a university class on Irish literature. Professor Claire Joyce is no fan of pro athletes, especially after a failed marriage to one. Unfortunately her ten-year-old daughter adores hockey, and her idol happens to be none other than Sarah Brennan. Falling in love with someone who barely tolerates sports and athletes finally forces Sarah, at thirty-six, to admit that her career is in overtime, and to consider what life might look like after hockey.

Laurel Lake held the title America’s Friendliest Town for seventeen years running, and friendly was just what I needed right now. Unfortunately, friendly wasn’t the welcome I got when I arrived. Instead, I got Fox Cassidy. My tall, dark, and burly neighbor, who grunted at me instead of saying hello. Okay, so I might’ve had his mailbox in my hands the first time we met. And it might’ve been a little crushed after removing it from under my tire. And I might’ve needed his help breaking into the place I was staying in after the key broke off in the lock.

He tells me I'm his good girl. That he's proud of me. And shows me a side of myself I never knew existed until he walked into my life. No matter how addicted I am to the way he makes me feel, I know it's only temporary. And now I just have to find a way to protect my heart from being the penalty.

On the outside, it looks like I've got it all together. I'm killing it on the football field, pushing harder than ever before and breaking league records. But on the inside, I'm a mess, the pressure of the game too much, the betrayal from someone I trusted weighing me down with every breath. I'm drowning and there's no one to pull me up. Until her. I tried to stay away, to keep my distance so I wouldn't ruin us both, but I was powerless against her. She's everything I didn't know I wanted and more than I could ever deserve.

Jon Paul Dumont is everything I was warned about in this league—talented, entitled, and fully aware of both. The NHL's favorite bad boy has left a trail of broken hearts from Montreal to San Diego, and a year ago, I was stupid enough to become one of them. Now he's signed with my father's team, the Seattle Hawkeyes, attempting a comeback after a career-threatening injury and a DUI charge that got him dropped from the Blue Devils.

Maddie Harper hasn't stepped on the ice since the worst day of her life. Eight years ago, a catastrophic miss at the Ontario Junior Championships ended her dreams, and she spent every day since running from the echo of that stone hitting the wall. But when a struggling career and a broken heart force her back to Ridgewater, she finds her hometown exactly as she left it—right down to the failing compressor at the local curling club. Evan is the club's fiercely dedicated ice maker, the man who stayed behind to keep Ridgewater's legacy alive. He knows the building is on its last legs, and he...

Dylan Brooks doesn’t lose control. Chicago’s top-pairing defenseman built his career on structure, discipline, and clean hits that hurt without crossing the line. He doesn’t chase. He doesn’t spiral. He doesn’t let anyone inside his game. Marcus Reed is everything he isn’t. Boston’s resident villain. Fourth-line enforcer. League leader in penalties and highlight clips. He knows how to bait a fight, sell a rivalry, and make the cameras linger. When Dylan levels him on national broadcast, Marcus answers the only way he knows how. Gloves drop. Crowd explodes. The league eats it ...

She had one rule: no boyfriends til she was twenty-five. But he had a plan, one that could change everything. Vidia's plan was simple but after meeting the captain of the baseball team, Sire Griffin, she realizes it's going to be harder than she thought to keep her no-boyfriend rule in place. When she finally breaks this rule due to one persistent man, all comes tumbling down. Hearts are broken. Backs are stabbed. The trust is gone. Fast forward to the present, four years later, Sire gets injured before the season and his physical therapist is the woman he hates.

At thirty-six, Fin Graham is a legend, a veteran quarterback, dangerously handsome, and built to win. The field. The season. Me. I never thought I’d see him again, not after he disappeared and shattered me without a word. But now he’s been traded onto my family’s team, the Lexington Coopers—my turf, my legacy, and the one place I swore he’d never touch. No one knows our past. No one knows how hard I loved him . . . or how deep the betrayal cut. And if I have any sway with the team’s owner—my father—Fin’s contract will be the shortest in franchise history.

By day, I sell stories in my bookstore. By night, I'm writing my own spicy romcoms. My books are my escape. In college, athletes were never my type. Not when the risk of letting someone that close always outweighs the reward. Which is why Dash Sterling, the hockey player who made lit class bearable, the guy whom I introduced to my then-best friend, was never even on my radar. Now, one spilled coffee, one ruined dress, and he's suddenly everywhere. And worse? He's looking at me like I’m the story he wants to write.

LAYLA BENSON only cares about two things: her 2-year-old daughter, Maya, and her growing florist business. Determined to be the best mom to Maya and provide her with everything she needs, she swore off relationships. Romance isn't in the cards for her anyway—Layla believes her bad luck in love is her punishment for breaking CLAY RODGERS's heart three years ago. Clay is the new goalie for the California Thunders, the team he's been longing to join so he can play alongside his best friends. Everything is falling into place for him—the Stanley Cup is within reach for the first time in his career.

Two words describe Happy Slater: unserious and slutty. The second line defenseman, son of a former supermodel and a rockstar, is known for a good time and not a lot else. But sometimes appearances can be deceiving, and it's often the ones we least expect that are hiding the biggest secrets. Hannah Draper, daughter of New York Thunder head coach Lance Draper, has officially had it with men. Forced to wait in the rain for an Uber that never shows, that is driven by—yep—a man, it only proves her point that all men suck.