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Word to the wise, never become roommates with a girl you’ve been pining over for the better part of a year. You're probably wondering why I would do such a thing? Well, I didn’t. It was my teammates. The moment they found out Blakely White was single, they took it upon themselves to play cupid and instruct me on how I should win her over. Don't wear a shirt around her. Make her dinner. Lightly touch her shoulder when you say goodbye. I'm so flustered, so overwhelmed, so madly in love with this woman who barely notices me.

Pain is the only thing that makes me feel alive anymore. On the ice, in the gym, or from someone else's fists—it doesn't matter, as long as it drowns out the void inside me. Caleb was my first love, my best-kept secret, and the reason my world fell apart. I thought the guilt would destroy me, but then his brother, Damon, walked back into my life. Damon is all sharp edges and raw anger, and I should stay the hell away from him. But his rage cuts in a way that feels too much like salvation. I hate how much I need it.

I've built my life on control. On the field, in my reputation, and in keeping my demons buried where no one can see. Sage Blackwell was never supposed to be a part of that. The nerdy prodigy overheard something that could ruin my entire career, so I did the only logical thing. I don't threaten him. I don't scare him off. I claim him. I tell myself it's about survival, about keeping my secret safe. But the longer I keep him close, the more I realise I might be addicted again. Only this time, my drug of choice is him.

This Omega doesn’t do drama, drugs, or hockey players. The first two for obvious reasons. The last because I don’t shit where I eat. As the daughter of the Phoenix Heat’s owner, I know better than to dip my toes into that particular pool. The league is way too small a world, and I am a drama-free zone. When my daddy strongly suggests (read: insists) I come home for a visit, how can I say no? But without my besties by my side, there’s no one to stop me from making an epicly stupid decision when I discover the Heat’s captain in a compromising position.

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jay Crownover, comes the second book in a combustible new series, Welcome to the Point, that is sexier, darker, and better than ever. There’s a difference between a bad boy and a boy who is bad. . . . Welcome to the Point. In a dark and...

Medizinstudentin Lainey braucht für die glamouröse Hochzeit ihrer Stiefschwester dringend ein Date, um den Verkupplungsversuchen ihrer Mutter zu entgehen – und landet ausgerechnet bei Parker Westfield, dem berüchtigt berüchtigten College-Box-Champion. Dabei wollte sie ihn nach einer verhängnisvollen Nacht im Krankenhaus eigentlich für immer meiden. Doch Parker spielt den Fake Boyfriend überraschend perfekt: charmant und gefährlich unwiderstehlich.

I swear I didn't plan to steal my brother's car. But one impulsive decision later, I'm stuck in a cabin with his best friend, a grumpy, gorgeous soccer star. Did I mention there's only one bed? I'm a small town girl with big-city dreams of seeing San Francisco—cable cars and wine bars and the Golden Gate Bridge—not getting stranded during a blizzard in a tiny mountain cabin. And definitely not fixing leaks and playing endless board games with Danny Weston, who has zero construction skills and doesn't trust mine.

Drunk-texting a grumpy soccer star? Best worst decision of my life. Especially when the player is the sinfully handsome, foul-mouthed Holden Sanders . . . my new library assistant. The benched bad boy needed an image makeover, I needed to save my job, and his star status was just what the library ordered to raise awareness for our fundraising campaign. The press can't get enough of Mr. Growly reading to kids.

The last time I saw Tim Cheltenham, he was an eighteen-year-old soccer hottie with an irresistible English accent, a painfully gorgeous face, and an enormous . . . ego. Fifteen years later, with a medical degree under my belt and a new dream job with The Strikers soccer team—his team—I'm not about to let Tim's bad attitude and grumpy scowl ruin it for me. But when my chauvinistic boss implies that he doesn't trust single women to stay on the job long-term, I panic and tell him I'm engaged.

Chelsea Wilde here, gossip queen for BeanTown Sports Broadcasting. Boston can be a tough town for professional athletes, filled with gossip and whispers. About Ryan O'Rourke, the favorite son of BC hockey gone pro, we hear he has all those women, he has all that money. And our favorite is, he has that gigantic…well, there's some gossip we just can't repeat. I really need to find a new job. Being a sleazy gossip is crushing my soul after only one month. Especially when the gossip is all about my best friend's big brother. The one I had a massive crush on all my life.

What's worse than having your nanny quit the minute you arrive in a new city to start the hockey season with a new team? Absolutely nothing. Except maybe meeting a hot and nurturing woman who volunteers to jump in and play your emergency nanny—and not being able to touch her because she's off-limits. Lost and grieving, she's vulnerable and the best friend of the team Captain's wife. Not someone to fool with.

Junie never felt good enough to be the high school hockey star's girl, especially when she caught him kissing her best friend. Or she could have been kissing him. But did it matter? He was the hottest guy in town and he'd be the hottest guy in college and then the NHL eventually. It was inevitable that he'd find someone better than her, so she ran away.

Bad boy goalie for the Boston Brawlers, Finnegan Reed needs to rehabilitate his image or be traded. So he goes along with the public relations plan. How bad can a fake engagement to a nerdy co-ed be? Except the nerdy co-ed has a spine to go with her gentle soul and a weakness for margaritas and hockey players. Who knew? But it's a dicey thing trying to pull off a lie when you're in the limelight, and things could go from bad to worse unless they make the story stick with a convincing performance.

I play defense for the Boston Brawlers. Aidan means "fiery", Liam means "protector", and isn't that what you want your defenseman to be? The fiery protector of your team? No wonder most women think I'm a clown and a player. I don't bother disabusing them of the notion since I hardly want to get serious.

Brady Vaughn is sweet, sexy, and totally into me… Too bad I don’t have time for distractions, especially the relentless football player kind. If I want to graduate next semester, I need to focus on student teaching, not on my love life. But Brady’s incredibly hard to resist. Not only is he the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever laid eyes on, he has the personality to match. He’s sweet. Attentive. Real. When he crashes my pole dancing class, swearing he’ll return every week until I give him a shot, I’m certain he’ll be the first to crack. But with each passing week, he’s melting my defenses.