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Hook up with the irritating hockey player living downstairs? I would never do that. Fall in love with his sexy online alter-ego, on the other hand… well, that was just by accident. The first time I meet Ty Connor, he comes off as a privileged jerk. The second time, he’s breaking into my best friend’s apartment…apparently, with her permission. And his arrival in my life coincides with the start of a brutal dry spell in my dating life. Do I blame him for that? Maybe a little. So we’re not going to be friends. But it’s impossible to fully ignore a guy I share a stairwell with.

One night. That’s all I wanted: to start the new year on a good note and forget about the chaos last year brought. Enter Ryan. With his dark eyes, panty-melting smile, and sinful body, he’s the perfect distraction. When I’m left with more than just the spell-binding memories of our night together, I’m positively freaking out. Things get even more complicated when I find out how our lives are already intertwined. Will I be able to keep our connection a secret while we get to know each other, or will this whole mess blow up in my face?

My name is Ryan Kingston, and I’m a rule follower. I’ve never been in a fistfight. I always obey the speed limit. I don’t get drunk, and I definitely don’t pick up random women at bars. Except the night I found out that my whole existence has been a lie. I got drunk. And picked up a stranger. Her name was Queenie, and she was everything I’m not: reckless, impulsive, and chaotic. We did shots and traded secrets. And ended up naked at my place. Six weeks later I’m sitting in the first official team meeting of the season, and there she is.

Hockey is my life. It's my only goal, my only escape. Everything was going according to plan. All I had to do was focus on the game, keep my head down, then get drafted into the NHL. Starting the year as the captain of FU should have made that easy, but now my attention is torn between the ice and taunting my rival's little sister, Madeline Peters. My only real solace is the mystery girl inside my phone who refuses to tell me her name. Then, one drunken knock on the wrong door brings Madeline into my bedroom.

Riding shotgun to face my boyfriend wasn't exactly on my bingo card... Especially when the man behind the wheel is the one my boyfriend demanded I cut ties with. Griffin Thorne is LAU's hockey captain, my brother's best friend, and my roommate. He's also the only person I can rely on at the moment, even though he hates me after I followed through my boyfriend's...suggestion. To be fair, I get it. Why he hates me. In a way, I hate me too. But as long as this impromptu road trip stays our little secret, everything will be fine. Maybe. Hopefully.

Owning the River City Renegades was supposed to be a dream—power suits, big wins, nothing but control. Instead, I'm juggling PR disasters, an opinionated board, and a very public reminder that I'm single. The last thing I need is our team captain, Campbell Stockton, making my pulse skip like a puck on bad ice. He's charming, infuriating, and completely off-limits. I built my empire on keeping business and pleasure in separate zones—so why does one look from him make me want to break every rule?

Book 4 in The Crane Hockey Series

Who meets their soulmate shopping for bagels in a supermarket bakery aisle? Before I moved to the small town of Silver Hills, I would have told you no one. But the second I meet Henley Ward, I’m swept away. He is everything I look for in a man: tall, strong and so handsome. Our instant attraction, spirited banter, and heated glances leave a lasting impression… Until I see him again. Like a raging tornado, he storms into the school ready to take on the teacher who has crushed his daughter’s spirit.

I'm a romance writer in a slump. All I did was tag along to a hockey game with my brother. The star player slams a guy into a wall and turns to give the crowd a thumbs-up. Just like that… a spark ignited in me. I went home and scribbled down a story idea, posting it to Instagram. The next morning, thousands of new followers and an avalanche of comments. People loved my idea. So, I followed the inspiration, bought season tickets to the Vipers games, and kept my new project a secret.

Nora Bailey is a mess, on and off stage. A good kind of mess. The kind of mess that kisses the first person she sees after finding her ex cheating on her. Fake dating Wes, the boy who has been annoying her since they could speak, was not in the script that she's been writing for her life. But she's a romantic. And she knows there's nothing better than a good plot twist.

I moved to Florida to leave behind the old Jamie Flynn and the small town that fostered all her insecurities and self-hatred of being a plus sized woman. I needed a fresh start. Somewhere not tainted by faulty memories. Somewhere I could focus on myself and all the things I wanted to achieve. But when a couple of drunk idiots left my painstakingly crafted confidence shattered, I ran out into the night so fast I didn’t even stop to thank the sexy stranger that defended me.

As the Maple Creek Thunder’s intense and brooding center, Declan is known for shutting down plays and shutting out people. Off the ice, he keeps his head down, avoids the spotlight, and guards his past like a well-defended goal. But when the team lands a new media deal, he's suddenly the center of attention—and under the watchful eye of Elle Martin. Elle’s assignment is simple: shadow the team, get the scoop, and help the fans fall in love with hockey’s most private players. She didn’t expect to be drawn to the one who refuses to open up.

Ce n'est pas un secret que j'ai une profonde aversion pour les ascenseurs. L'idée de rester coincée et d'étouffer misérablement fait que je préfère généralement la sécurité de l'escalier. Mais aujourd'hui, je fais une exception. En effet, le séduisant inconnu qui me tient les portes de l'ascenseur ouvertes m'hypnotise littéralement avec ses ravissants yeux bleus. Je ne peux pas résister et je monte dans l'ascenseur. Une erreur fatale. Les portes se ferment et nous sommes pris au piège.