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Good looks and wads of cash usually get me whatever I desire, unless I desire a box of my favorite cereal at the grocery store right before it closes. As if tonight's loss wasn't bad enough, I'm now watching said box of cereal, my literal good luck charm, disappear in some woman's cart. The brazen woman denies my cash offer along with my proposal for a more intimate payment. How much loss can a man take in one day? At this point, who cares how rude I am to her? She's public enemy number one, and chances of seeing her again are slim to none.

As a pro hockey player, I've had desperate, flirty women throw themselves at me, one after another, for years. Today, it took only seconds for someone to walk into my home and have me completely forget about any other woman I've ever met. As a favor to an old teammate, I opened my penthouse to Charlee Mags, my new short-term roommate. When I said yes to this favor, I didn't know how breathtakingly beautiful Charlee would be, or that I would come to enjoy hanging out with her, even crave being around her. It's almost funny how much we have in common.

Has this ever happened to you? You're minding your own business after the game, buying drinks at the bar for your teammates when you overhear a woman talking on the phone. You don't know her, but she's telling her mother she's in a serious relationship with you. You decide to play along and ask her when you'll get to meet the parents. She's embarrassed and apologetic but explains she's just trying to appease her meddling mother. No harm, no foul.

I knocked up my sister's co-worker. And I didn't even know her name. I know. This sounds really bad, but listen, I can explain. To hockey fans, I'm known for my strength and skills on the ice. To women, I'm known for my talent and endurance in the bedroom.

My daughter is my life. I'd do anything for her. But let's be real, being a single dad to a four-year-old and the star goalie for the Chicago Red Tails is no easy feat. The season is about to get into full swing and Elsie is starting preschool which means I need a new plan. So, when my teammates suggest a full-time nanny, I'm open to the idea. The best candidate for the job is kind, energetic, compassionate, and fun. Fate is testing me because she's also smoking hot.

I think I'm screwed. Seriously. Why, you ask? Because when one of the first warnings you get after joining the Chicago Red Tails hockey team is to never even think about touching Dex Foster's sister, you abide by your teammate's wishes. You do not find her adorably attractive. You do not befriend her. You certainly do not kiss her, And for the love of hockey, you Do. Not. Sleep. With. Her. See where I'm going with this?

First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes— Whoa, whoa, whoa! Look, I don't know who made up that stupid saying but I am not in love with Ella Montgomery. Sure, she's my best friend and has been since we could walk. Sure, I offered to let her move in with me when she moved cross-country...

Something Old. Something New. We got drunk and said, "I do." Okay, listen. It's not like I woke up in Napa Valley with marriage on the brain. It was a series of unfortunate events that resulted in Layken Hobbs in my living room wearing my team hoodie and a pair of my pajama pants. And well, it...

I fell in love with a woman on her honeymoon. Sounds all sorts of wrong, right? I swear it's not what you think though. I didn't break up a marriage. It was over before it even started. She was all dressed up with nowhere to go when her fiancé ghosted her on her wedding day. I would have thought an experience like that would leave a woman heartbroken and sobbing into a tub of ice cream for days on end, but not Scarlett Dayne. After attending her reception and partying into the night on her fiancé's dime, she posted to social media in search of a travel companion for her upcoming honeymoon.

She is Tenley Shay, the voice behind TJ ON PAR, a podcast for Practical Adult Relationships, who spends her days touting her disapproval of love and the practicality of remaining a single-bell for life.

When I, as my Love Guru persona, publish an article about spending a week at a couple’s retreat at my favorite Hawaiian resort, she’s quick to pass on her cynicism. So, I’m calling her bluff and inviting her on an all-expense paid trip to the Kamana Wanalaya Resort for a little R&R before the holidays.

Working retail can be a mundane life filled with angry, crazy customers and never-ending whining from employees, but two things keep me coming back every day: the fact that my paycheck pays for the passion I get to work on at home, and the attractive mysterious guy who is becoming a regular in our store.