Hockey is my life. How could it not be when I'm the youngest daughter of Ace Moreau, hockey legend turned coach? It only makes sense since I live and breathe the game that I would want a player of my own. Given my access to the team, you'd think it would be easy to choose from the catalog of athletic hunks carving up the ice, right? Wrong. Daddy dearest has made it clear that under no circumstances are any of his players allowed to touch his daughters. But I won't be deterred. I only need one to break the rules with me.

I am done with hockey boys. Well, at least done dating them. I can't cut them out of my life completely. Needing a fresh start after heartbreak, I moved halfway across the country. A one-night stand seemed like the perfect palate cleanser before I began my new life. That was until I saw those striking green eyes staring back at me from the podium on my first day as a reporter for the Indy Speed hockey team. I've done some stupid things, but unknowingly sleeping with Maddox freaking Sterling lands at the top of the list.

My status as one of the league's superstars means I can have any woman I want. Puck bunnies line up at the chance to score with a hockey player. There's just one problem . . . the only woman I want is off-limits. No woman can compare to Natalie Remington—at least not the perfect version of her I've created in my mind. Until I laid eyes on her, I didn't believe in love at first sight. One smile from her and I was a goner. Too bad for me, she's already taken—married to a prince. I tried to forget about her. Until . . . one day, she showed up on my doorstep, and everything changed.

A forbidden romance with my brother’s hockey teammate wasn’t on my to-do list when I moved across the country… Neither was getting locked out of a friend’s place wearing next to nothing. Or spending the night with the sexy stranger who rescues me. But I’m trying to get out of my comfort zone so getting out of the rest of my clothes with him seems like a good way to start. In the morning, I learn the filthy-mouthed man with the talented hands is not only the hotshot new hockey player on my brother’s team: he’s also–wait for it–my brand new roommate.

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.

“Give me a second chance, babe . . . and I’ll blow your mind.” Monroe doesn’t know why she answers the text that’s obviously meant for someone else. Or why she keeps answering. Maybe it’s because she’s all alone in a big city and in desperate need of a lifeline. Or maybe it’s because each exchange leaves her intrigued and more than a little turned on. Still, Monroe never would’ve snarked back if she’d known she was talking to the “Golden Boy” of the Dallas Knights.

I made a deal with my brother a long time ago to never date his teammates. Technically, Rowan Landry, the hot as hell center for the Chicago Falcons, is no longer my brother’s teammate. Or his best friend. Their college days are long behind them, and they barely talk now. Also, I’m not dating him—we’re just sleeping together. There’s a difference.

She's back. We were kids the last time I saw her, but my innocent crush from childhood is full-grown now. And it's not so innocent anymore. She's a breath of fresh air from the series of one-night stands since being drafted into the NHL. I've only got one shot with her, and I'm not taking it for granted. I may give her the passion she's been craving, but she's the intimacy I've waited for my whole life.

Aiden Slate. Pro hockey star. Captain of the Redville Saints. And the bane of my existence. All it takes is a little liquid courage to storm his castle. Or, in this case, a cushy five-star hotel suite. I'm supposed to give him a piece of my mind. To unleash a decade of pent-up anger. What I'm not supposed to do is sign an NDA meant for another woman. He thinks I'm here to relieve his stress. Well, he's in for a rude awakening.

Being hired as the PR representative for the hockey team I’ve always been a fan of, should be a dream come true, especially because my old crush plays for them. My suggestion to save Briggs's career is solid… have him fake date someone wholesome who can change his image. That’s when my big mouth gets in the way and I admit to being the-girl-next-door. Now… my boss is offering me the promotion of a lifetime, but it comes with strings… Fake date Briggs Conley!

I caught her staring at me from across the quad, eyes fixed on the football jersey stretched across my wide chest. And if I flexed my muscles, showing off the strength of a defensive tackle, it was just to see her blush. And then she did, and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Her wide eyes. The freckles on her cheeks. I needed to know her. The girl who scampered away every time we bumped into each other—by accident and by design.

I’ve always been a wild card–the first to start a fight on the ice, and the life of the party off it–but appearances can be deceiving. Being traded to the Boston Rebels could not have come at a better time. With serious family obligations to fulfill and a contract renewal with a new hockey team on the line, I have no time for anything else. I return to Boston knowing I need to buckle down and focus on what really matters.

I'm starting to think I've been doing this for too long. The screaming fans. The constant media attention. The fat paychecks. None of it brings me the happiness I yearn for. Yet here I am. Another year. Another holiday special. Another Christmas spent alone in a hotel room. But then the lights go up. And I see her.

I should have run the other way. Paid my tab and gone back to my room. But he was there. And he was…everything. I figured, what’s the harm in letting passion rule my decisions for one night? So what if he looks like the Devil in a suit? I’d be leaving in the morning, flying home to my pleasant but predictable life. I’d never see him again. Except I do. In the last place I expected. And now everything I’ve worked so hard for is in jeopardy.

I’ve spent the better part of the last few years successfully avoiding my brother’s best friend, Weston Aldrich. As CEO of Andes Inc, the infuriatingly handsome and incessantly grumpy Weston also happens to be my new boss. It shouldn’t have been hard to continue avoiding him. After all, he’s on the executive floor, and I’m one of many copywriters. Weston has his own ideas about how things should go between us. He’s in my emails, leaving notes on my desk, and as if that’s not enough, he arranges for me to accompany him on a business trip.

I am done with hockey boys. Well, at least done dating them. I can't cut them out of my life completely. Needing a fresh start after heartbreak, I moved halfway across the country. A one-night stand seemed like the perfect palate cleanser before I began my new life. That was until I saw those striking green eyes staring back at me from the podium on my first day as a reporter for the Indy Speed hockey team. I've done some stupid things, but unknowingly sleeping with Maddox freaking Sterling lands at the top of the list.

The whole team knows that Leo only has one rule: do not even think about his sister. The same sister I find in a towel outside her door one night, locked out of her apartment next door to his. It's a rule that I've found fairly simple to follow, if only because I don't see her around much. She's an artist, and other than seeing her out and about with friends a few times at LuLu's, I can manage ignoring her existence. That is, until Leo secretly adds her to our team's fantasy league.

I've done my time as undercover elite security and I'm ready for a change. Seeking redemption and a slower pace, I return to the one place I once vowed not to—Solace Pointe. Then, I was a hometown hero—star quarterback and Delilah Noelle's one and only. Now, I've accrued enough sins to last two lifetimes and want to retire in peace. I mistakenly forgot how rumors run rampant in a small town, and my return causes quite the ruckus. That's to be expected. I can handle church group gossip. What I didn't expect was for the only girl I ever loved to be single again.

Hockey is my life. How could it not be when I'm the youngest daughter of Ace Moreau, hockey legend turned coach? It only makes sense since I live and breathe the game that I would want a player of my own. Given my access to the team, you'd think it would be easy to choose from the catalog of athletic hunks carving up the ice, right? Wrong. Daddy dearest has made it clear that under no circumstances are any of his players allowed to touch his daughters. But I won't be deterred. I only need one to break the rules with me.

As a single father, I often feel like the weight of the world sits on my shoulders. When my daughter’s nanny gives me her two weeks’ notice, I’m sweating bullets. Fear that my NHL season with the New England Bay Sharks could be derailed consumes me. Finding a replacement seems impossible when, suddenly, Maci McKenzie—a struggling author who’s running from some deep, dark secret in her past—steps into the picture. She needs a change of scenery to help her write, and I just need someone who isn’t a complete weirdo to watch my kid when I’m not around.

A year ago, she begged me to stay. A year later, it’s my turn to beg her not to go. My obsession. My downfall. I tried to resist, to keep her at a distance. I tried to save myself. But no one will be saved here, not even a selfish bastard like me. My life has always been about sport and family, including my stupid brothers. Until that night, the night I made the worst decision of my life. And I’m still paying the price for it. We both are. But the time has come to take back control of the situation, to risk it all, to convince her to let me in, because she can’t be anything other than mine.

After my divorce, I swore off dating. No commitments, no complications—just a clean, quiet life. So when I’m assigned to fix Kaden Crawford—the grumpy hockey star with a reputation as the league’s biggest PR disaster—I’m determined to keep things strictly professional. But Kaden has a knack for creating chaos. The solution? Staging a fake relationship to save his reputation.

When Grayson Nash walks into the bar, he has no idea I'm little Ava Maxwell, the one he promised to look after when he moved to Vegas. After a sizzling, sheet-clutching first experience of my dreams, we exchange numbers and a plan to extend our undeniable connection into something more. I promise myself I'll tell him the truth about who I am… eventually. He finds out before I tell him, and he wants nothing to do with me. But when my ex won't take the hint, Grayson swoops in pretending to be my new boyfriend.

Alexander Kingwood IV is a dark prince who wants to be King. Sara Jane Grayson is the woman he wants as his queen. When it seems the world is against them, they will fight for their happily ever after.

Alexander IV has succeeded to the throne of the billion-dollar Kingwood Empire, but the people he thought he could trust aren't allies. They're enemies. Everyone he cares about is at risk. Decisions—SACRIFICES—must be made. What will he do to protect the people he loves? Will Sara Jane live or die?

Raised by the chief of police, I knew tangling with the mafia leader of Northridge Heights was a bad idea. Yet as I gazed into his dark eyes, I couldn't resist Teddy's offer. We made a deal. He helps me find my fathers murderer, and I'll stand by his side as paid protection. But nothing could protect my heart—from him. I saw a side of him few ever do, and it left me aching for him.

I’ll be your date, and you’ll be mine. Who says a funeral can’t be romantic? Okay, everyone. Including myself. That doesn’t stop the rumor mill from turning when I show up with a beautiful redhead on my arm. That redhead also just happens to be a stranger, relatively speaking. Charlotte Barrow and I have run into each other a few times—on the subway, at a bar, and now on our way to separate funerals. Instead of the prodigal son who let his parents down showing up alone, I traded favors and brought a date. The deal made sense at the time. You be my date, and I’ll be yours.

I don't have time for romance, much less for prissy Madison Glen. The first time I meet her, I kiss her. The second time I meet her, she's breaking into my neighbor's house. She swears up and down she's not a criminal. Maybe not, but she is definitely a distraction I don't need. I've got my hands full with my mouthy daughter and an insanely busy life as a hotshot firefighter. It doesn't surprise me at all to learn Madison was homecoming queen in high school.

Daphne is everything I don't need, and she makes me crazy in all the wrong ways. This princess does not belong in the wilderness. Or, so I think. But then, thought is hard to come by around Daphne. Between flying tourists all over Alaska's skies, hotshot firefighting on the side, and raising my sixteen-year old sister, I don't have time for anything, much less for a woman. But time's been laughing at me ever since Daphne showed up. I can't get her out of my mind, and my control has fled the building. Oh, and I'm her boss.

I'm not worried about the freak snowstorm in March stranding me in my brother's cabin in the Minnesota woods. I'm here to drown myself in textbooks—and junk food—and get ready for my big exams, so another couple of days won't matter. Except, three of my brother's friends are also stranded here with me. Their guys' get-away started early thanks to my matchmaking grandmother, and now we're all trapped together. Okay, I'm maybe a little worried. Not because I'm scared. Uh… nope, that's not why my heart is pounding so hard suddenly. Mischievous blue eyes. Flirty grins. Sexy innuendoes.