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Pro hockey star Ryan Price may be an enforcer, but off the ice he struggles with anxiety. Recently traded to the Toronto Guardians, he's determined to make a fresh start in the city's dynamic LGBTQ Village. The last thing he expects to stumble upon in his new neighborhood is a blast from his past in the fabulous form of Fabian Salah. Aspiring musician Fabian loathes hockey. But that doesn't stop him from being attracted to a certain burly, ginger-bearded defenseman.

My name is Teddy O'Connor, and I just made a terrible mistake. It's been six years since I was an intern for the Jacksonville Rays NHL team. And it's been six long years since I first met him. Henrik Karlsson, star forward of the Rays...and king of my heart. I'm a doctor now, a respected professional in my field. And Henrik doesn't even know I exist. So, you tell me why I'm risking everything to follow this man halfway around the world!

Tyler Griffin is gorgeous, ruthless, and arrogant. He’s also one of the best hockey players in the National Hockey League. Not known to be a fighter on the ice, he has no problem dropping the gloves at the same time. The sweet side of Tyler: he has a twin sister that he would do anything for, including disregarding any rules if they mean he can’t protect who he loves.

My friends found their happily-ever-afters with a couple of sweet, doting, over-the-top, in-love athletes. They got nicknames like Kitten and Sugar. But me? I got stuck with a d--khead who riles me up on purpose and calls me Banshee. Yeah, he might have a voice made explicitly for wet dreams. And he might have a body and face carved by the gods. And he might have a level of Alpha-hole that gets me all hot and bothered. But when he presses my buttons, he presses ALL my buttons.

You'd think being a billionaire would make me happy, but money can't buy me the one thing my life is missing: the one that got away. Liam Gold was my first love, and I've spent years searching for him. Liam is back in Abingdon now, searching for a job, and he's just as beautiful as he ever was. He's also covered in tattoos and living out of his truck. I'm going to take Liam in, heal his wounds, and give him a life he's never imagined. I'll fight like hell to keep him, no matter what the haters say.

Shy and reserved, good girl Ellie McDonald is determined to break out of her shell—and her relationship rut. First order of business, woman up and finally ask her longtime secret crush, Jake Armstrong, on an old-fashioned date. She's not at all his type—which is great. Once Jake turns her down she can finally move on. Except he says yes . . .

When my ex exposes my secret romance pen name to my students and my world unravels, I turn desperately to the one person who's always had my back: my childhood best friend Miller Banks. The pro football running back drops everything, leaving in the middle of his wild Vegas birthday party to be by my side. With my life in shambles back home, Miller invites me to stay with him in San Diego, offering both a sanctuary and a chance to pursue my writing career since my teaching days are over. It's the perfect setup with the ultimate book boyfriend, though we've never crossed that line.

Mac has one more year of baseball eligibility left. One more year to show the major league scouts that he’s worth it. That he’s good enough to play professional baseball for them. He’s not sure that he is. So far, not a single scout has approached him. There are no agents banging down his door, hoping to represent him; no emails, no phone calls, no messages through Coach Jackson. No, nothing.

There are a few things that life doesn’t prepare you for. Like what to do when a super-hot guy catches you sneaking around in his basement, or what to do when a mysterious package shows up with tickets to a hockey game (because, apparently, he’s a professional athlete). Nor how to handle it when you get to the game and realize he’s freaking famous, since half of the 20,000 people in the stands are wearing his jersey.

I went to Vegas to celebrate my divorce, and the pro football star was there celebrating his new contract. I heard someone call his name, and I wasn't about to miss my chance to get with the man my ex had idolized. I didn't find out until long after a sizzling night filled with fingertips dragging along skin and breathless whispered pleas that it was a case of mistaken identity. I never thought I'd see him again, but then he walks into my office. I'm working hard to rebuild myself as a financially independent single mother when my eyes lift to the VIP client my boss warned me about.

My friends have convinced me: no more hockey players. With a dad who is the Head Coach for the Minnesota Sleet, it seemed like an easy decision. My friends have also convinced me that the best way to boost my fragile self-esteem is through a one-night stand. A dating app. A hotel bar. A sexy-as-hell man who’s sweet, and funny...and did I mention sexy-as-hell?

My trip to Mexico for my cousin's wedding was only supposed to be a few days of obligation and oceanside. I wasn't expecting Luke. Wasn't expecting the hot hockey player, with the smirks and the tattoos, who kept bumping into me. And I certainly wasn't expecting to spend a night on the beach, under the stars, underneath him. It was magical, but I thought it would end there. Instead, we exchanged numbers and stayed in touch. So when Luke invited me to watch him play in Vegas, I went. And it was great. Until we woke up the next morning and found the wedding certificate in my pocket.

I'm not sure how I ended up married to my sister's pro football player ex-fiancé, but my vicious hangover might have something to do with it. It slowly comes back to me. My family vineyard. A secret clause in my grandmother's will. An allergic reaction. Benadryl. Way too much tequila. And a wedding gown meant for someone else to wear in just a few days.

My marriage wasn't perfect, but my husband's unexpected death yanked away my sense of security and left me floundering. Enter Jameson Flynn, former NHL star and my late husband's sports agent, who's back in my life as the executor of the will. Things between us are as contentious as when we worked together five years ago, except now we're working together to navigate all of the secrets and deceptions my husband left behind.

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.

Eishockeyprofi Mika McKiernan lebt nach einer strikten Regel: länger als eine Nacht bleibt er bei keiner Frau. Aufgrund seiner schmerzhaften Vergangenheit kommen tiefere Gefühle für den Bad Boy nicht in Frage. Das ändert sich allerdings schlagartig, als er sich nach einer seiner Bettgeschichten nackt auf Josies Balkon flüchtet. Die hilfsbereite Krankenschwester verdreht dem sonst so abgebrühten Mika derart den Kopf, dass er sich sogar auf eine Freundschaft einlassen würde, nur um ihr nahe zu sein.

I have one more year of baseball eligibility left. One more year to show the major league scouts that I’m worth it. That I’m good enough to play professional baseball for them. But honestly, I’m not sure that I am. So far, not a single scout has approached me.

Making it to the Major Leagues is all rookie ballplayer Rob Lee has ever dreamed of. But now, he's a little overwhelmed with his new celebrity status. Everyone wants a piece of the new heavy hitter for the Indianapolis Bobcats. Still, he's worked hard for it, and he doesn't have many regrets. Although there is one.