Brady wouldn't have gone home for Christmas if the NHL hadn't suspended him. Wouldn't have seen his father for the first time in three years. And wouldn't have connected with the girl next door, Angela. His first love. No way she'd want anything to do with him now. He was disgraced. And she had a boyfriend. Of course. But Christmas and coming home had a way of making a man take a second look at himself, and face up to things. Brady will take a second shot at hockey, but would he risk a second shot at love?

I never asked for the spotlight, but inheriting a pro hockey team pulls me into a world of chaos. All eyes are on me now. I’m no stranger to the world of hockey, but watching from the sidelines and calling the shots are two very different things. Especially when you’re not wanted.

It all starts with a bucket list and a romance novel…. I’ve known Ryder McAdams my entire life. We’re neighbors and our families are besties. He’s also friends and teammates with my younger brother, Maverick. But Ryder and me? We’ve never been close. In fact, I’ve always gotten the distinct impression he doesn’t like me very much. He goes out of his way to ignore me. Know what makes it worse?

I'm in a fake relationship with hockey's biggest star. His publicist needed someone to help fix his image. And I needed the money. But neither of us wanted to do it. After all, he dates models, not physiotherapists. And I just got divorced and will never, ever, trust a man again. Colton King isn't exactly likable. As a matter of fact, he's a total a-hole. How is anyone going to believe that we are a couple?

A knock at my door reveals a very pregnant woman. Good news: I’m not the father of her baby. Bad news: I am the father of the baby her sister is carrying. I’m the bad boy, rock star, playboy ice hockey star. I collect paychecks and shell out broken hearts. Now I’m collecting the storm of pregnancy hormones and shelling out foot rubs. How am I supposed to go from the hottest bachelor in the world… to being called ‘Dad’?