Résultats Éditeur "Podium Audio" dans Sport

In three years, I've poured my heart and soul into the Sarasota Sharks. My goal? To make them winners in all respects of the word. Now my mission's accomplished, the team and staff respect me, and not because my father owns the team. Sounds great, right? But what do I do now? I have no personal life, and after my last horrifically failed relationship, I am not looking to strike out. My heart's only got one last chance at swinging for love and I'm not ready to miss. Then she walked in.

Women throw themselves at me, hoping I'll take them home that night. Whispers from the NHL say I'm the one to watch. And the weight of each game is on my shoulders because if our opposing team scores… that's on me. All the things that keep me up at night are probably someone else's dreams. From the moment I saw Ryann Denver in my Business 101 class, I was intrigued and determined to get to know her. Unlike most girls at Brooks, she hates athletes. When I introduced myself to her, she made it perfectly clear that she was not interested.

As my best friend's baby sister, an actual angel sent from above, Haley Thompson is forbidden fruit, and I should stay away from her. Because everything I touch turns to crap. But like all things I'm not supposed to do, chasing her is another temptation I'm not strong enough to avoid. When I spiral down, hitting my lowest point, I know I can't take her with me. Innocent, sweet souls like her, they don't belong at the bottom. The trouble is, she refuses to let go of me. Even if it will ruin her. Even if I will ruin her.

In my final semester at Lincoln University, Coach Kosta insists I need a tutor to raise my Stats grade so I don't tank the men's hockey team's GPA. With NHL dreams hanging in the balance, I'll swallow my pride to prove I'm a team player. But hold onto your sticks, ladies and gents, because fate has an icy twist: Dylan Daniels, ice queen and center of Lincoln's women's ice hockey team, is going to be my tutor. We go way back, all the way to the days we'd race in her old man's rink. My presence made her foot-stomping mad back then, and apparently, it still does.

Mara Torres and I have exactly one thing in common: we can't stand each other. She's judgmental, prickly, and makes it crystal clear that even though our best friends are married, it's all she can do to tolerate me. The feeling is mutual. So naturally, when I need to invent a fake girlfriend to get my teammate off my back, her name is the one that falls out of my mouth. I expect her to laugh in my face when I ask for her help. Or maybe throw something at me. What I don't expect is for her to say yes. Turns out, there's something she wants enough to agree to the arrangement.

I've been in love with Dani for...I don't even know when it happened to be honest. We met freshman year and started working out together. Working out buddies turned to friendship, which led to feelings. At least for me. But she's been hung up on another guy, at least until this Christmas break, when I found her singing out her heartbreak at a karaoke bar. All I wanted to do was comfort her, which apparently meant my lips comforting hers. But she freaked, and now I don't know what to do.

Apparently, she loved me, but that still didn't stop her from doing what she did. And frankly, I'm done with relationships, and I'm done with searching for love when it has no interest in finding me. After the hit I took last season, I plan to focus on rehabilitation and getting my mind back into the game I've loved for so many years. I don't need distractions, and I don't need another woman in my bed or my head. I've got enough complications to last me a lifetime.

Being a twenty-seven-year-old virgin on a pro hockey team was messing with my head—and my game. Plenty of women would have gladly helped me out with my little predicament, but it wasn't me they were after—it was fame. To keep things simple, I decided to make Madison a proposal: take my virginity and I'll help the beautiful single mom find her confidence after a bad breakup.

I've spent my life dreaming of soulmates and storybook endings—of finding a pack, an omega, a place to belong. But that kind of ending? It was never meant for someone like me. Pastel sweaters. Romance novels. Crying at weddings. No one sees the alpha inside me—not even me. I've been raising my siblings since I was a teen, walking on eggshells around controlling parents who ruled with fear. They never let me grow into my instincts. And now? I'm terrified I'll become just like them.

I don't date hockey players. I never have and never will. That is why I've brushed off this specific player who has continued to try to get my attention. The thing with this specific player is that he can't stand my brother. His teammate. And I can't stand him. Colton Wheeler is persistent, and even if it's just using me to get under my brother's skin, he's determined to wear me down. The chemistry between us is tangible, no matter how much I want to deny it.

Covey U was supposed to be a fresh start. With a new identity, I should have been able to forget the past and move on with my life. Fat chance of that happening when my past was staring at me in the face in the form of the best college wide receiver in the country. Adam Hartley. My biggest regret. My worst mistake. The guy I should have been with in high school was here, but he couldn't know it was me. Otherwise, he'd find out my most shameful secret. So I had to stay hidden in the background. Only problem was that he was dating my roommate, and I had to watch.

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.

Austin's out on bail. Cecilia's missing. And it's all my fault. I I should have protected her—kept her safe. Instead, I pushed her away. If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive myself. But if playing soccer's taught me anything, it's that I'm not afraid to fight for what's mine. On the field or off, I'll play dirty if I have to. Because losing her isn't an option. Not this time. Cecilia and me? We're endgame.

I'm the coach's daughter and I'm in love with a gorgeous NHL player… well, three players. Now, I'm PR Director to a whole team of ice hockey rebels. My hardest job? To manage three beautiful misfits. The captain, D'Angelo, is intimidatingly hot, grumpy, and my first love from college. The star player, Shay, has a smile like sunshine, mesmerizing gray eyes, and a body that makes my breath catch. Plus, he has a twin, the sweetly protective, tattooed Eden, who's hiding a heart-wrenching secret. They're obsessed, and I'm falling just as hard.

I have it all. I work my dream job doing animal-assisted therapy, I live with the four best friends in history, and I own an actual pair of Louboutins. I should be content. Right? Except, ever since an adorable toddler begged me to be her momma, I want more, and an insta-family is my only chance at motherhood. Unfortunately, her absurdly hot NFL star dad isn't quite as enthusiastic about me as she is. In fact, if I didn't know better, I'd think he was avoiding me. At least until his nanny leaves abruptly mid-season.

Micah Rose is ready for a clean slate. He might've messed up his rookie year with the Miami Piranhas, but being traded to the Condors is the best way to put all that behind him. The Condors are rebuilding, too. New owner. New coach. New players. New rules. One rule hasn't changed: don't marry your ex-best friend in Vegas.

Having grown up sheltered my entire life, I decide to take life by the horns and live a little when my brother invites me to a party at his house, which also happens to be party central for the Marycliff University football team. A hot guy catches my eye. He's shirtless and clowning with his friends. He'll do for my first one-night stand. I just have one condition—no names.

I didn't know he was a hockey player. He had no clue I was the coach's daughter. And he definitely didn't know I had a son the night he tickled my heart and so much more. Not that I was hiding it. I just needed one night… for me. To be a normal college student, making bad decisions. When I saw him on campus, his inked forearms and slate-gray eyes ignited something in my heart that I'm not ready to let go of. We were never supposed to see each other again. Yet, we both knew once would never be enough.

After experiencing a nasty break-up during my freshman year, there is one type of guy that I refuse to get involved with: anyone from the university’s hockey team. Hayden King is arrogant and has a reputation for being a playboy. There isn’t a single thing about him that I like. Then one drunken summer night turns into a bad decision with Hayden, one that I swear I’ll never make again. But once senior year starts, I can’t seem to get away from him. He’s everywhere I go, everywhere I turn. He’s under my skin and I find myself making mistake after mistake with him.

I have no idea how to flirt. In fact, I can barely tell when someone is flirting with me. I've been focused no football and school for way too long and somewhere along the way I missed out on all the normal relationship stuff my friends did. Now I'm a junior in college, and I've only ever kissed one girl in my whole life. Until Autumn. For some reason, she wants to help me out; be my love tutor, she says. The thought of taking her up on her offer makes me want to incinerate from embarrassment. But if I don't, I might miss my only chance to catch up.