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When Hades turns out to be a liar, all I want from him are the gifts he promised, but he’s is determined to take me back. Hades willing to beg, grovel, kiss my feet, but I don’t trust him. I also don’t trust the way he’s always trying to get into my pants. But when my two worst enemies team together and want me under their control, there’s only one man who stands between them: Hades.

I didn’t rob the little shops I’ve been hired to clean. But in a town filled with quirky residents who shift mid-conversation and cast wonky spells, finding the real burglar won’t be easy. Luckily, a pair of magical silver skates send me a little help: Three tempting men. My fated mates. I can tell they want me as much as I want them. They should be helping me clear my name, but they reject me, one by one. All I’ve got left is the paranormal town I call my home and the job I’ve worked so hard to get, but am I about to lose that, too?

Held at a remote gothic estate, the three-day ball is rife with monstrous nobles all determined to claim a mate. They'll do whatever it takes to seduce her into hidden corners, to tempt her into signing a marriage contract. Escaping with her spinsterhood intact seems impossible, until she spots her childhood crush: the now monstrous Duke of Roth.

I'm ancient for a hockey player. Broody as they come. I wasn't always like that, I had love once, but it was ripped away in the blink of an eye. Now all I want in life is to play the game I love and to be left alone. Until I met the team's new photographer. I did my best to avoid her. She was too young for me. There was just something about her that called to me. I'm not sure I can let go of my past, even if it means a future I never thought possible.

I was a forever-bachelor kind of guy. I never planned on settling down. I never wanted a family of my own. Until a phone call came, the one woman I'd secretly loved my entire life needed my help.

It took just one look, and I knew she was meant to be mine. Her body language told me she was onboard, but my job had her slamming on the brakes. She was convinced professional athletes had a puck bunny in every city, but that was far from the truth. I agreed to be her friend for now . . . but how do I make her see we'd be better as lovers than just friends?

We had an instant connection the first time our eyes met from across the dance floor. The connection grew later that night in my hotel room when we couldn't keep our hands off each other, or so I thought before waking up to an empty bed. When she showed up four months later, pregnant with my baby, I still had no idea she was my teammate's little sister until his fist connected with my jaw.