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The best way to get back at my horrible ex? Fake date Rory Miller--my ex's rival, the top scorer in pro hockey, and the arrogant, flirtatious hockey player I tutored in high school. Faking it is fun and addictive, though, and beneath the bad boy swagger, Rory’s sweet, funny, and protective. He teaches me to skate and spends way too much money on me. He sleeps in my bed and convinces me to break my just-one-time hookup rule. He kisses me like it’s real.

I always thought Axel Stevens and I would live happily ever after. But he's never liked me back. His best friend, though? Jacob Miller has made his feelings for me very clear. He's the sweetest guy I know. His past is heartbreaking. And I want to make his future bright enough to make up for it. But one kiss changes everything. Maybe we were always just meant to be friends. He wants to fake date me so I can make Axel jealous. There's just one problem with that. My feelings for Jacob aren't fake. Every moment we spend together, I fall harder. And he doesn't.

Luke Smith only takes one thing in life seriously: Hockey. He thinks every problem can be solved with a grin. And those big brown puppy-dog eyes? His get-out-of-jail-free card. But not this last time… and now it's my job to fix his reputation before he gets traded. To keep the puck bunnies away, I agree to fake date him. A complete puck-up. Because when we're alone, late at night, and his lips brush against my ear, he's got me breaking all my rules.

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.

Being a problem, I can handle. Being one of my sister's problems? Not so much. I've done everything I can to keep her out of the press, even when it's meant watching my reputation take hit after hit. But I did not expect things to get this complicated. Because a reporter won't stop sniffing around… and I just met my assistant in a bar and took her home. I probably should have warned her about my sister and her kid.

Life as an NFL player has always been fast-paced, but nothing prepared me for becoming the guardian of my godson, Duncan. With his grandmother contesting custody, I need to prove that I'm a steadfast influence who's not going anywhere, and there's one sure-fire way to show that: get engaged.

Eine Bibliothekarin, ein NFL-Star und eine falsche Verlobung - was könnte schiefgehen? Ausgerechnet in der Bibliothek, in der Mae arbeitet, versteckt sich NFL-Star Chris vor seinen Fans. Er ist ärgerlich hot, schrankbreit und gilt als Sexiest Man Alive. Verdammt unsympathisch, findet Mae. Dann überredet Chris sie zu einem Buchclub - er liest ebenso gern RomComs wie Mae -, und die beiden kommen sich näher. Bis ein dubioses Foto von ihm in der Presse auftaucht und er ihr plötzlich die eine Frage stellt, die Mae nur aus ihren Liebesromanen kennt.

After fifteen years of tending goal for the Boston Rebels, I’m known for two things: the highest save percentage in the league, and never spending more than one night with the same woman. I’m definitely not the guy you should trust with your best friend’s little sister. Especially not when that sister, Jules, is eight years younger and my new roommate. When I witness her on the verge of a panic attack while being intimidated by another man, I don’t think twice about calling her my fiancée and kissing her. Which brings me to the third thing I’m known for: reckless and impulsive decision-making.

Max Kent, le quarterback vedette de Leland University, se trouve en lice pour remporter le trophée Heisman, un exploit que son père, une légende du football américain, n'a jamais réussi à réaliser. Ayant toujours évolué dans l'ombre de la renommée paternelle, Max est prêt à tout mettre en oeuvre pour atteindre cet objectif, même s'il doit recourir à des stratagèmes peu conventionnels, comme se dégoter une fausse petite amie. En effet, les tumultes de sa relation passée avec son ex-petite copine pourraient bien compromettre ses chances.

Two things matter to me: hockey and getting my stick wet off the ice, if you catch my drift. But then I meet Sophie Porter. She’s the Bashers team doctor–and the daughter of my head coach. And she’s got a proposition for me: fake date so that she can set boundaries with her overprotective dad. It’s an easy “yes” for me. I’d never have a chance with this beautiful and brilliant woman in real life. She’s a good girl with a naughty streak–my weakness. She makes me feel wanted and safe.

Gegen die Macht der Liebe gibt es keine Verteidigungsstrategie. Hazel ist die Physiotherapeutin der Eishockey-Mannschaft "Vancouver Storm“. Als ausgerechnet ihr Ex Connor als neuer Spieler im Team begrüßt wird, ist sie kurz davor, alles hinzuwerfen. Die Beziehung zu ihm war ein riesiger Fehler, den sie einfach nur vergessen möchte. Auf Rory liegen die Hoffnungen des Trainers. Doch er befindet sich in einer Krise und zweifelt grundsätzlich an seiner Karriere. Gegen den Rivalen Connor empfindet er von Anfang an eine heftige Abneigung.

It's not every day you see a new face in my small hometown of Two Harts, let alone one belonging to an annoyingly handsome all-star NFL player. But for some reason, Chris Sterns has decided that the library where I work is his go-to spot to hide from his mega-fans, and unfortunately, winding me up is his new favorite sport. Being crowned “world’s sexiest man” has done little to curb his confident charm and when he somehow ropes me into his two-person book club, I can’t help warming to his endless positivity.

When someone posts in a group chat looking for a wedding date to Bermuda, Posey jumps on the chance to prove that she's the reigning queen of adventure. But even she is unprepared for Brent Faulkner: Olympic swimmer, Northern University star, and the only guy she's ever thirsted after.

Mit der Liebe habe ich endgültig abgeschlossen. Um einen süßholzraspelnden Kollegen loszuwerden, brauche ich einen Fake-Freund. Mein heißer Nachbar kommt da gerade recht. Nach einer schmerzhaften Trennung konzentriere ich mich nur noch auf meinen Job als Feuerwehrfrau. Männer? Nein danke. Dumm nur, dass einer meiner Kollegen einfach nicht verstehen will, dass ich kein Interesse habe und ständig mit mir flirtet. Um ihn loszuwerden, bitte ich meinen Nachbarn Mase, beim anstehenden Sommerfest des Boston Fire Department mein Fake-Freund zu sein.

My cocky next-door neighbor is the most infuriating person in the world—so why did I just hook up with him? Although we pretty much grew up together, we've never managed to get along. I guess he's good-looking, with his baby-blue eyes, amazing hockey-player physique, and boyish smile . . . if you're into that. Which I'm totally not.

My irresponsible mother strikes again leaving me with a surprise sibling. I need the money in my trust fund to take care of this baby, fast. The only way to get it? I have to be married. Enter Brett Ratcliff, star player for the Vermont Vipers and my ridiculously hot client. He's all charm, easy smiles, and bad decisions. He offers to marry me. He thinks marriage is a fun game; I think it's fraud. Moving in with him is supposed to be temporary. But there's something about the way he holds the baby… and me. This fake marriage is starting to feel way too real.

Starquarterback der Iron Crushers verliebt sich in die Tochter seines Managers. Ava. Was wie eine schlechte Schlagzeile klingt, ist leider tatsächlich eine. Jaxon Wilder steckt in der Klemme und mein Vater verlangt, dass ich ihn da wieder raushole, indem ich seine Freundin spiele. Obwohl ich nichts von den hirnlosen Footballaffen halte, die mein Dad managt, ist das kein schlechter Deal für mich, denn dafür finanziert er mir meinen Traum. Aus einem simplen Fake wird ein Wettbewerb zwischen diesem nervtötend heißen Muskelprotz und mir, bis uns alles gnadenlos um die Ohren fliegt.

Qui ne tente rien... C’est ce que je me suis dit en quittant ma chambre universitaire pourrie pour me rendre à cette fête de fraternité. Maintenant que j’y suis, debout derrière une colonne et extrêmement mal à l’aise, tout me semble finalement assez ridicule. Encore plus quand on pense que je l’attends, lui, le grand Zack Morgan, roi de la glace et dieu de la chambre à coucher si j’en crois les rumeurs. Intéressant, c’est peu de le dire, et je ne peux pas nier que son physique soit avantageux – ou carrément phénoménal – mais je ne suis pas là pour ça.

You know that awkward moment when your agent tells you to fake date your best friend’s sister so you can get the endorsement deal of your dreams? No? Call me crazy for considering it, but why not? Daisy’s my friend, after all, and I’ve gotten quite close to her and her two awesome boys over the last few years since her douche-nozzle husband divorced her. She loves it when I flirt with her, so we could carry it off, couldn’t we?

Seven hours. That's how long I knew her in college. But that hasn't stopped me from thinking about her every day since. That's why I recognized her the second she walked into my bar. She glances over, but it's obvious she doesn't recognize me. And why would she? I think she only looked at my face once that night. Most of the time, she had her head buried in my chest, wailing about her idiot boyfriend. You'd think those few short hours would fade from my memory by the time I woke up the next morning, but no such luck.