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What I learned after last year’s distractions cost my hockey team our entire season? No more screwing up. No more screwing, period. As the new team captain, I need a new philosophy: hockey and school now, women later. Which means that I, Hunter Davenport, am officially going celibate...no matter how hard that makes things.

I'm the star right winger for the Vancouver Vipers, an unstoppable force, fast as lightning. It's my dream come true, and I've worked my whole life to get here. I don't plan on giving it up, but if I want to keep playing hockey, I'm going to need all my limbs. To ensure my body parts stay intact, I only need to follow one simple rule: don't touch my captain's little sister.

My plan when I win a date in Vegas with my brother’s hockey star best friend? Poker and go to sleep early. Instead, I wake up with a ring on my finger and the sexy athlete naked in my bed. But Asher’s my best friend too so we’ll get this annulled and laugh about this secret for years to come. Trouble is our wedding pics went viral overnight. Now everyone thinks we’re a real couple. We race back home, where I’ve just landed the big art commission of my dreams and he’s launching a sports charity so we need to look like we meant to tie the knot.

Jace Thatcher musthave her. Ever since he laid eyes on Riley, the Tennessee Tigers' star wide receiver has been consumed by the thought of making her his—possessing her, body and soul. But Riley isn't a game to be won. She has scars that run deep, and a past that's never too far behind her. Riley's looking for a clean start when the cocky football player enters her life. His dangerously seductive grin has her feeling weak in the knees, blowing past the carefully crafted defenses she's built to keep her from making the same mistakes all over again.

As a pro-bound college athlete with a good-time reputation, I usually have my pick of puck bunnies. But lately, I’ve been in a dry spell that feels more like a curse, and the stress is affecting my game–the one thing that can’t happen if I’m going to keep building my case for a future in the NHL, starting with making team captain. Enter Penny Ryder. She’s my coach’s daughter, but the moment she pulls me into that ice rink closet and lets me have my way with her, she’s the one thing on my mind besides hockey.

Omegas are supposed to crave alphas, to yearn for a pack. But not me. I'd rather scrub toilets than succumb to those instincts. That's why I'm hiding my true nature this Christmas, pretending to be a beta and working as a live-in housekeeper for a pack of alphas—NHL star Rory Sampson, football player Nathan Lane, Olympic swimmer Henry Goldstein, and MMA fighter Xander Brin. Thanks to Callaway Pheromone Suppressant Spray, they don't suspect a thing. It's the perfect plan... until a blizzard hits during my heat week and traps me with them.

Football is my everything. I live, eat, breathe the sport. But when I transfer to McKee University to escape the distractions that nearly cost me my future in the NFL, I’m faced with another consequence: retake and pass the writing class I failed at my last college, or lose any chance I have at making it big. That’s where fellow senior Beckett Wood—gorgeous, stubborn, and just my type—comes in. She’s the key to my success in this class… but the price of her help is a fake relationship, and I never do things halfway.

Want to know the fastest way to get screwed out of a football career? Get photographed in a compromising position in a gay bar. Yep, welcome to my life. My agent says he can fix my image. He wants me to become the poster boy for gay football players. Me? I just want back on the field. I'll do anything to play for the NFL again, even pretend to have a steady boyfriend. If only my fake boyfriend wasn't Noah Huntington III - the most arrogant, entitled rich guy in the world.

It’s my final season to prove myself before the MLB Draft. The last thing I need is a distraction–and especially not one as tantalizing as Mia di Angelo. She’s the drop-dead gorgeous astrophysicist-in-training who ditched me the moment I wanted to take us from casual to committed. Yeah. Ouch. But when she needs somewhere to stay for the summer… well. I offer her my place. Being roommates shouldn’t be so hard. Not distracting at all. Not the least bit challenging.

Hockey is my life, and I need to make this last season count. But when I’m forced to transfer to rival school McKee University for my senior year, I risk pissing off the captain, who happens to be the older brother of Isabelle Callahan: the gorgeous beam of sunshine I messed around with in secret this summer. Rekindling our fling could risk her brother icing me off the team—not to mention the fact that my scarred past makes having a real relationship impossible—and yet the moment I see Isabelle again, all my wild, burning feelings come rushing back.

Alex Keller. Talented winger. The handsome hotshot player every girl on campus dreams of. And my fake boyfriend for the next two weeks. His idea, not mine. I doubt he knew I existed—until he stops the football team from teasing me. All it takes is a pet name and his strong arm around me. Playing along is my only option. I'm ready to go back to my side of the divide between nerds like me and athletes like Alex, but he refuses. He's determined to protect me for real, even if our relationship is fake.

"Look out for Zach, and don't hit on him." My brother's request sounds easy enough. Keep an eye out for his best friend on campus and keep my hands to myself. Easy. Even if Zach is a quintessential nerd, who I've always thought was cute, I don't have the time to think with my...stick. There's only one stick I should be focused on this year, and that's my hockey stick. My goal once I graduate is to get an NHL contract. The last thing I need is a distraction. On or off the ice. Only, keeping to the rules is harder than I thought it would be.

My new role as the social media content manager for the Silverbacks is a dream come true—except for my ex being the team's quarterback. Then there's Rogan O'Rourke, the backup QB with the smoldering blue gaze and irresistible smile—who's proving to be an unexpected complication. Although he's battling for the starting spot on the field, it seems he's also vying for my attention. His flirtatious advances feel like a game I can't win, and he's doing his best to turn my life upside down.

Playing ball is easy. Falling in love is complicated. I want her. There's just one problem. She's my doctor, and she says it's a no-no. I've never been one to play by the rules. But she's not falling for me. Olivia is the challenge I have to beat. With her lush curves and her by-the-book attitude, all I want to do is show her exactly what she's missing. Again and again and again. I'll bring her to her knees . . . in more ways than one. I didn't count on her bringing me to my knees.

Last year, defensive end Deacon Harris witnessed the very worst of the Charleston Condors. After everything he and the team went through, he promised himself he'd walk away from football. But before he can retire, the team is sold to the last person he ever expected to see again. Deacon stays because the Condors are going into major rebuilding mode. New owner. New coach. New players. New rules. But one rule hasn't changed: don't fall in love with the owner of your football team.

Baseball god Sevin Smith is no longer just the noisy bachelor living above me. Now he’s the MVP client I have to protect from a paternity scandal, and I’m not thrilled that my boss has me on the case. That’s fine. I can pretend and work with a man who’s become my enemy. But what I can’t pretend is not to be attracted to him - to not be falling for his sexy laugh and easy smile. And I definitely can’t pretend I’m not falling for the spunky eight-year-old kid that may or may not be his.

Coach Jones made it clear to all of us—no dating his daughter. As much as I hate being told what to do, I value my life enough not to get involved. Except Nylah's one feisty chick, and there's something about her sharp-witted comebacks that are kind of addictive. I'd be a fool to mess around with her. Coach will bench my butt for the rest of the season. He doesn't care that I'm one of the best wide receivers Nolan U has ever seen. If I cross this line with his baby girl, he won't get over it.

I’ve spent three years lusting after Grammercy Graves on my (supposedly anonymous) hockey romance podcast—breaking down his stats, his plays, that panty-melting Cajun accent. . . The entire internet knows he’s my dream guy. What they don’t know? I’m a broke single mom who just lost her job—and the health insurance my daughter needs. When Grammercy finds me crying in a supply closet at a team party, he offers the wildest solution: Fake marriage. Real benefits. One year. No strings. No S-E-X. Just shared coverage and a room with my name on it. But he’s so good with my daughter.

My twin and I knew we were going home to strangers who would be living in our house. I tried to prepare myself, telling myself to be kind and polite. But what I wasn't prepared for was… her. Bellamy Clark. With her long, fiery red hair and the freckles that I couldn't stop staring at, her curious green eyes felt like they were peering straight into my soul. The first time I saw her, I had to remind myself to breathe. Within hours of being under the same roof, I found myself wanting to run, though not for reasons I was willing to admit.

I accidentally walked into the men's room and caught icy-hot goalie Evan Daniels with his pants down. Let's just say the view was unforgettable… I've never been so embarrassed—and turned on—at the same time. Grumpy, bossy, and emotionally unavailable, he's everything I shouldn't want, yet I've been hopelessly crushing on him for months. But when those icy blue eyes lock on mine, all bets are off. And watching him coach his little girl on the ice? Game over for my heart. But just when I think I'm breaking through his frosty exterior, he shuts me out like a puck on a penalty kill.