Elise Faber

Jean-Michel Dubois is the owner of the professional hockey team, the Oakland Eagles, and established the world-renowned Oak Ridge Vineyards. And...he's fallen for me. Me. The boring woman who spends her time studying, baking cookies, and nannying for an adorable little girl.

The man had seemed so innocent in the bar - okay, not innocent, per say. He’d been hot, hard, and possessed a butt that I wanted to bite like the last chocolate chip cookie in my stash. He’d also skipped out of town fast, leaving me woefully unsatisfied....

I signed the contract. I just didn't expect her to show up ten years later, ready to cash it in.

She hates me . . . I'm going to make her fall in love with me anyway. As captain of the SoCal Vipers, the last couple of seasons haven't been going well. My stats are slipping, and I'm at risk of being traded. So, I'm not in the mood for a case of mistaken identity with the woman playing bouncer...

Liam Williamson was a legend in the NHL. Or rather...his family was legend. He’d been traded to four teams in as many years and it was widely accepted that his career was nearly at an end. Then he met Mia. But he was about to be traded....

From the moment I walked into Tig’s Tattoo and Piercing I’d hated him. Garret was beautiful - because if I’d had anything in my life, it was bad luck. Still, with his derisive green eyes and the scruff on his jaw, he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen....

I'm not looking for forever. My gorgeous, billionaire neighbor has decided otherwise. I've been burned by enough bad ex-boyfriends to know that love isn't in the cards for me. I work hard, keep my head down, and avoid all romantic attachments like the plague. The only trouble? The infuriating...

I slept with the wrong twin. And all I got for it in return was a broken heart. Oh yeah, and a baby on the way - there’s that too. But I’m determined to make it on my own. I don’t need a man, thank you very much....

She’s completely wrong for me. But I’m still going to claim her as my own. Faye St. James has only ever been my shy, reclusive next-door neighbor. Until her house burns down and I find out that it’s not just her home that catches fire. Underneath all that shy is a woman who’s smart and...

I had it all. Two beautiful children. A gainfully employed husband. A successful food blog. The only thing missing from my life was...heat.....

The first sign of trouble was the rough, masculine voice. The second was the Scottish accent. God, Cecelia loved Scottish accents. The last was the scent - his scent - familiar and uniquely Colin....

Brit has the chance to make history by being the first female goalie to play for an NHL team, the San Francisco Gold. So, when she is introduced to Stefan, the Gold's captain, she is determinedly not interested....

What was that about the best intentions paving the road to hell? Max may have wanted to stay away, may have wanted to abide the warning signs in Angie’s eyes, but.... The real trouble began when found that he couldn’t do either of those things....

It was hate at first sight. Just not for Blue. He’d loved what he’d seen. Tall and thin with long blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes, Anna Hayes was absolutely beautiful. She also wanted absolutely nothing to do with him....

Muscles. Mandy’s work was supposed to be regulated to muscles. Well, muscles and ligaments and tendons...and general body health and....

He was too young for her. A decade too young. Rebecca Stravokraus was the top publicist in the professional sports. She was extremely smart and capable, and could spin a story like a spider spins its web. But there was one thing she couldn’t do. L.O.V.E....

Mike Stewart is a bad boy. Sleeping around. Boozing. Fighting with teammates. Name a bad behavior and he’s done it - done it so well, in fact, that he almost tanked his career as a starting defense man for the NHL’s San Francisco Gold....

Heather O’Keith is the biggest, baddest female CEO around. She’s known for being tough as nails, fair to a fault, and a shark when it comes to securing contracts for her business, RoboTech. She’s also lonely....

Stef blamed the dating app. She saw his picture—his smile, the rugged line of his jaw, the way the man could fill out a suit, and like an idiot, she fell a bit in love. In a night of drunken insanity, she swiped right. Then in the morning, she saw that he’d swiped right, too....

She was a laughingstock. A hippie. A tree-hugger. A granola, crunchy, millennial who worried about how her food was grown and what she put into her body and GMOs and...had a secret chocolate addiction....