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It takes two to tango. Allegra Hart has been working her whole life to achieve one goal: become a principal ballerina. When her director starts holding auditions for the lead role in the company’s latest production, Allegra sees this as her chance—maybe her last chance. The catch? The...

NHL veteran Quinn Rhodes was supposed to be a one-time thing: just a hookup who kisses like a dream and screws like a god. Then, three weeks later, a freak accident threatens to destroy my debut NHL career before it begins. And if almost losing my spot on my team wasn't bad enough, I walk into my PT's office and find him assigned to my recovery. I can handle this, damn it. I can keep it professional. And for a short while, it seems like Quinn's willing to do the same. But it doesn't take long for the two of us to shut our mouths and let our bodies do the talking.

For Rori Mitchell, delulu is decidedly not the solulu. Getting her lick back is. What starts as chance encounter at a sporting event ends up being a perfect distraction from the chaos of a broken heart. Instead of throwing herself into work, she throws herself—for good or bad—into Tatum Wilder. An offensive tackle for the Connecticut Kings, Tatum is used to high-stakes games and intense scrutiny. On the field, he's a powerhouse; off the field, he's a country boy with gentleman tendencies . . . and a propensity toward knowing the right thing to say at all times. Well. Most of the time.

I matched with a stranger on a queer hookup app. He's bold. Filthy. Addictive in a way that makes me forget everything else. I don't know his name. He doesn't know mine. But when I'm at lunch with my girlfriend and see Micah Blackman standing there—my ex-best friend, the boy I kissed and then ruined—the game changes. Micah's back after two years of silence. He's inked, pissed off, and he's back on the team, the one I captain. Which would be fine…if I didn't still want him. If I weren't still pretending I'm straight. If the last time we played together, I hadn't ruined his life.

Vor vier Jahren habe ich von meiner Hochzeit mit meiner großen Liebe Mike Roberts geträumt. Stattdessen hat er mit mir Schluss gemacht. Nach seinem Karriereende als Enforcer bei den Philadelphia Pucks wurde ihm der Boden unter den Füssen weggerissen und es hat unsere Beziehung zerstört. Ich konnte ihn nie vergessen und beschließe, mein Glück, selbst in die Hand zu nehmen. Als ich Mike in der Weihnachtszeit in seiner Bar in Philadelphia wiedersehe, ist es, als ob wir nie getrennt gewesen wären.