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Rule number one of hockey team ownership: Don't sleep with the players. Growing up Oliver Benson's daughter, I've known this rule all my life. And when I unexpectedly inherit the Nashville Devils, his hockey team, all eyes are on me - waiting for me to fail.

I swore I’d never fall for another hockey player. Not after Zane. My ex and the father of my daughter. But when I need a place to stay, River Thompson is the one who opens his door. My ex’s teammate and best friend. Completely off-limits. The man who looks at me like I’ve always belonged to him. There’s just one catch… I have to share his bed. Living under the same roof makes it impossible to ignore the way he’s been quietly biding his time.

Matty's the only person who ever mattered to me. Since we were seven years old, he's been my rock, my anchor, and the light guiding me to safety when the world got too dark. Then Hannah was born, and she became the glue holding us in place. It wasn't perfect, but it was ours—a life we built together. Until Matty made a choice that shattered it all. Now, I'm adrift, trying to figure out if I can forgive the man who promised me forever but left me behind.

Finding out my girlfriend has been cheating on me for months makes me do something crazy: kiss my rival to make her jealous. I wasn't supposed to like kissing Kerian Slade. He's a psycho who demands things of me…things I shouldn't want. But there's something about Kerian that draws me in, and now that I'm caught in his web, he won't let me go.

Sarah Brennan is a hockey player in the new professional women's league, but it's her mind she wants to exercise when she enrolls in a university class on Irish literature. Professor Claire Joyce is no fan of pro athletes, especially after a failed marriage to one. Unfortunately her ten-year-old daughter adores hockey, and her idol happens to be none other than Sarah Brennan. Falling in love with someone who barely tolerates sports and athletes finally forces Sarah, at thirty-six, to admit that her career is in overtime, and to consider what life might look like after hockey.

Alecia Monroe is bubbly, competitive, and has a flair for big ideas. Garrett, her charming, sporty office crush, loves three things. Spreadsheets, Pilot Precise V5 pens, and pickleball. So when the cute blond in the office next to his suggests a weekly company pickleball night, Alecia does what any rational woman would do.

I've been secretly married for eight years. Why is it a secret? Because having an open marriage splashed all over headlines isn't a good look. We'd constantly be under the spotlight, our lives and relationships judged. That's not the kind of hockey player I want to be known for, especially because we play for different teams. Although most of my relationships outside of my marriage are passing, I've been pining over my best friend and teammate for years. Years! Just as I decide that maybe it's time to see where this leads, management throws an unexpected play in our faces.

It seems like a solid plan: Get hitched, Vegas-style. Lose each other’s numbers, permanently. Avoid pitfalls of real marriage forever. Until I sober up, and my wife is already gone. It’s what we agreed to. But I don’t like it. A year later, I find her. I have another solid plan to undo our mistake. Only now, I’m not so sure the cocktail napkin with our prenup can protect me from the one thing I swore I wouldn’t do…fall in love.

Lane “Gavin” Knight is the hottest new defenseman for the LA Champions hockey team. He’s my cousin Maverick’s best friend, and by trick of fate, my new roommate. But just because he caught me when I fell off the “Welcome Back” parade float in my International Princess crown doesn’t mean he’s a hero. I know him better than that. Hayden “Haddy” Bradford is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She’s a princess, a brilliant scientist… And she hates me. Until a purple-drink-fueled Halloween hook-up changes both of our lives.

I don't fall for women. Women fall for me. I'm Lake Decker, best running back in the league. Former. After a debilitating injury forced me to step back from my budding career, the last thing I thought I'd be doing was drooling at the feet of my stale-looking therapist. But her saucy attitude, strict professionalism, and the occasional shiner have my curiosities piqued.

Once again I bang on the connecting door to my dorm room, trying to be heard over the blaring music coming from the other side. My bestie should be living in that room, but no, she transferred to be with her boyfriend and now I'm stuck sharing a wall with stupidly hot track star, Cal Chase. My friends say I'm lucky, but his mere presence annoys me, along with his late-night music and the constant gaggle of giggly girls who visit. I'm the only one who can see right through that patented Cal Charm. He's just another player and I'm not game.

When it comes to hockey, I'm all about the game. I've worked for years to be one of the best in the league, and l've done it without splashing my orientation all over the tabloids. My hockey image is one I've carefully cultivated, and after one night with Ezra Palaszczuk, I risk it all. He's cocky, obnoxious, and has an ego bigger than Massachusetts. And okay, maybe he's the sexiest man I've ever known. We'll never get along. Not when we sleep together. Not even when my possessive streak awakens. That doesn't stop us from falling into bed together over and over again.

When I enter the Most Valuable Playboy charity auction, my goal is simple—be the player who goes for the most dough. But when trouble shows up at the auction, I need a whole new play. Enter Violet—she's my best friend's sister and she's my close friend too. With a smile as sweet as cherry pie and a mind that runs quicker than the 40-yard-dash, Violet saves the day with the highest bid.

Breslin - I was in love with Asher Holden the moment I saw him. Then he hurt me. He wrecked me. He ruined me. I spent three years putting myself together - fixing what he broke. Asher - I finally know who I am. I own it, I embrace it...I'm no longer afraid. Landon - My life was all mapped out. I knew exactly what direction I was heading in. Then I meet her. And him. Now, my heart is split right down the middle.

An emotional, slow-burn, grumpy/sunshine, queer mid-century romance for fans of Evvie Drake Starts Over, about grief and found family, between the new star shortstop stuck in a batting slump and the reporter assigned to (reluctantly) cover his first season—set in the same universe as We Could...

The commission from working with him is a key to my new life -- it's worth putting up with the cocky athlete. The problem is that my past is dark, and when Kyle sees the bruises, he thinks he can save me. Fake-dating each other was supposed to be for my safety. But I can't help thinking my heart is more at risk now than ever before.

Choosing Their Omega is a stand-alone reverse harem hockey Omegaverse romance. It contains multiple points of view, lots of steam, and has a happily ever after! The characters are fully human and do not shapeshift.

She's the girl next door. He's the guy who's loved her from afar. They're in for an unexpected tumble into love. For Stella Allesandro, chaos is good. She's a rising star at a leading sports publicity firm. She's known throughout the industry as the jock whisperer - the one who can tame the baddest of the bad boys in professional sports without losing her signature smile. But Cal Hartshorn is an entirely different kind of chaos.

My past was filled with mistakes, and knocking on a strange man’s door for a taste of his spicy food to satiate my craving was bound to be another one. The sparks were instant, and the bond I never expected to have grew, leaving me afloat as my due date loomed overhead. I thought my pregnancy would be the issue that kept us apart, and I’d raise my child alone. I hoped I was wrong, but everything in my world was uncertain. Adding Jeremy, Devon, and Nate to the mix might not be helpful.

I accidentally bid on a date with hockey star Rake Hanson, AKA Mr. Puck-Head, at a charity auction. Now I’m stuck with him. He’s the mascot for everything I resist in a guy–big, strong muscles, a perfectly chiseled jaw—and someone who'd rather workout than read a book. Not my kind of “prize.” While his grunts and one-word answers drive me up the wall, at least he’s nice to look at with those broad shoulders, strong glutes, and big… hands. Regardless, he’s a shameless grouch. If he ever smiles, his face will probably crack.