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When I stepped into Liam Anderson's world as his children's nanny, I knew the rules: Care for his daughters, maintain boundaries, and absolutely no entanglements. He's the Kansas City Coyotes' brooding star still haunted by his wife's death. I'm a fresh-faced childhood education graduate with a heart too big for my own good. His life runs on precision and emotional distance. Mine thrives on warmth and spontaneity. When a cartwheel diffuses a crisis and hot chocolate becomes a peace offering, something shifts between us.

Emma Matthews was supposed to be on her honeymoon for the Christmas holiday. Now, she's driving a getaway car… up a mountain… in a snowstorm. And while she might not miss the scientifically matched pack she left behind quite as much as she should, she definitely misses her phone charger. Especially when she veers off course and drives into a snow bank.

Ryu Mori has had a stellar season as goalie for the Atlanta Venom. So when he’s called into management’s office, he’s expecting to hear he’s the new starting goalie for the team, not that some new guy - an incredibly hot, annoyingly bratty rookie - is here to compete for his spot.

Bailey Followhill is the perfect daughter. Sweet. Charitable. Pretty. Control freak. Not a hair out of place, not an inch out of line, she is everything her troublemaking sister Daria isn't. But when her A game turns out to be a lukewarm C- at Juilliard, Bailey's picture-ready life starts fraying faster than the worn satin ribbons of her pointe shoes. She's becoming a piece of gossip. The troubled child. A drug abuser. No longer the girl her best friend once knew.

Pro tip: If your goal is to stay single so you can focus on not repeating last season’s disaster, maybe don’t ask a dark-haired beauty with looks that could kill to pretend to be your date. Especially not when her laugh makes you feel alive for the first time in years. Because that charade may last longer than you’d anticipated…and trying to keep things fake? Feels like a damn high stick to the heart.

It didn’t matter that the ref called it a clean hit. Nico Hunter would never be the same. Elle has a good life. A job she loves, a great apartment, and the guy she’s been dating for more than two years is a catch and a half. But it’s boring…and she strives to keep it that way. Too many emotions are dangerous. Her own past is living proof of what can happen when you lose control.

I fell in love with Rhodes Archer the night we met thirteen years ago. We made a pact that night to never cross the just-friends zone. However, Rhodes crossed that line by kissing me recently, and I can’t get over it. I’ve loved him, ached for him, craved him for years, but I've never wanted to ruin what we have. And now, when I’m a cheerleader for the Colorado Mustangs and he’s their superstar tight end, we’re not even supposed to be in the same room, let alone be together.

My new teammate pisses me off. Everyone else is falling over themselves when Golden Boy flashes a fake smile. Me? I just want to wipe it off his face. Off the ice, there's no escaping Nick Sandoval's dimples and plastic grin—because he's my new roommate. And on the ice? We need to get our act together, or else our final year of college hockey's going to waste. I can't ignore him, and I won't put up with that bullshit front he puts up for everyone. Especially when I push his buttons just right and get a glimpse at something no one else has seen—the real Nick Sandoval.

Finneas Alexander Barlow is a walking thirst trap. Tall, hot, and broody. Tousled brown hair, chiseled jaw, alluring green eyes, perfect teeth, well-groomed beard, broad shoulders, and lips good enough to bite. He’d look like a Disney prince if the prince was a broody ahole. Four years ago, a fated meeting led to an inevitable hook-up. Just one. It’s his rule. One-time hook-ups, no information exchanges, and no repeats. I knew that even before he established his boundaries, and he kept his promise. I hadn’t seen or heard from him since.

They may be hockey's Most Valuable Pack, but the Pierson alphas are far from a true team. The obvious solution? Find the right omega to bind them together. The match-making process sounds simple enough. Scientific, even. Until a sweet, shy omega runs right into their play for a mate and changes the whole game.

Cameron's a hot NFL prospect and a total player on and off the field. But his moves don't seem to work on Maddie. While she once crushed on him hard, that crush has since faded. She’s got big plans of her own, and they don’t include him. Then spring break turns their plans, and their feelings, upside down. Maddie and Cameron start a steamy affair, sneaking around behind their families’ backs. But there's one big problem: Maddie’s way overprotective brother—who happens to be Cameron’s BFF. Will Cam be able to admit he's got real feelings?

I had the best sex of my life with a man whose name I didn't even know. No names, no strings, and . . . no panties. Long story. Don't ask. So imagine my surprise when I walk into my dad's office a week later and see none other than the man who has my panties, but not my name. Turns out, he's the Avalanche's hotshot goalie, thirteen years older and my father is his coach. As if all of that wasn't bad enough . . . we still can't seem to keep our hands off each other. The man is famous for . . . using his hands.

Before Logan Barnes was hockey’s hottest bad boy, he was my brother’s best friend … and my first crush. Oh, yeah—and the guy who ghosted me and broke my teenage heart.

When your grandmother stalks the star hockey player on the rival team because “You need a husband, Dakota—you’re not getting any younger!” it’s Christmas crazy on ice.

I’ve spent years building a life I could pack in a carry-on. No ties, no mess, no exes lingering like bad draft picks. Just me, my camera, and a healthy fear of anything resembling emotional stability. Enter Leif Crawford. NHL goalie. Human brick wall. Best friend since high school. He’s the guy who always shows up, even when I don’t ask (especially when I don’t ask).

Let me ask you a question: If someone is vying for your spot on a team and just so happens to injure you during practice, would you believe it was on purpose? Word around campus is...it was no accident. That injury has cost me everything - my starting position, my junior year, and the draft. Now, I’m a senior fresh off recovery, struggling to find my groove, until the day I run into a nervous, fidgety girl with freckles in the dining hall.

After years on the road, I’ve discovered Coral Cove is the perfect town to live a quiet, untethered life where I can paint in the shadows. That is until a mermaid cosplay goes horribly wrong and Rory Shields, world champion swimmer and the town’s golden boy plucks me out of a sticky situation. Our chance encounter soon develops into a friendship, and the more I learn about Rory, the more I find myself feeling protective over this charming golden retriever of a man. So, when his meddling parents and relentless ex won’t leave him alone, I announce that we’re not only dating, but married.

Sawyer Townsend is everything I shouldn’t want: a divorced single father with an adorable little boy and a damaged heart. He’s been burned by betrayal before, and so have I. We’re both determined to keep love at arm’s length. So why has he been featuring in way too many of my fantasies lately? And why did I walk in on him taking care of himself—catching a glimpse of his many piercings in the process—and hear him groan my name? Giving in to the attraction between us would be a bad idea… but with every passing day, I have a harder time remembering why.

Avery Sinclair is good at her job as the social media manager for the Baltimore Thunderhawks. She's one of the best in the NFL, in fact. The only thing stopping her from being the account of the year? The DC Titans, run by the mystery man she's been feuding with for years.

My name is Ace Watson, and I'm having an existential crisis. I finished last season as one of the league's best pitchers. Baseball's smooth-talking boy wonder. The future of The New York Lions. I'm starting this season as the worst. I don't want to sound dramatic, but the fault lies entirely with Payton Lopez. She walked into my life with her mile-long legs and dark brown waves and threw me the curviest of all curve balls. Overnight, my ability to pitch disappeared with my ability to charm, and I found myself riding a one-way ticket to being the most expensive bench warmer in the M.L.B.