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Et si l’amour méritait une seconde chance ? L’équipe de hockey de Montréal entame une nouvelle saison prometteuse avec l’arrivée de Cameron Taylor comme entraîneur et l’ascension de jeunes étoiles comme le capitaine Austin Morgan et le gardien Andrew O’Connell. Sur la glace, Andrew brille, mais sa vie personnelle est marquée par une blessure profonde. Traumatisé par un événement passé, il s’est fermé à l’amour, ne laissant place qu’à des liaisons sans lendemain.

Carter Beckett is the NHL’s resident bad boy, top player both on the ice and in the bedroom, and quite possibly the sexiest man to ever grace my field of vision. But worst of all? He knows it. He’s arrogant, self-centered, and the man doesn’t seem to know what a filter is, let alone how to use one. He’s had everything served to him on a silver platter, including endless strings of women, and apparently, I’m up next. I have the solution to all my sexual frustrations in a drawer at home, and it’s far less complicated than Carter Beckett.

Lennox Kennedy is beautiful, loud, and the love of my life. She's also my ex-girlfriend. The first time I saw her after ten years apart, I slammed into the plexiglass minutes before our game was set to begin. The second time I threw up. The third time's a charm apparently because as my fiancée and I walked into an appointment to meet the woman hired to plan our nuptials—there she was again. Obviously, I did what any smart man would do—I called off the wedding. I don't have a plan per se, other than winning back the only girl I've ever loved.

Connor Grace is the league’s bad boy—and my best friend’s worst enemy. He’s the fallen prince of a famous hotel chain dynasty. Me? I’m the foster kid who grew up to be a librarian. I never thought I’d end up in a marriage of convenience to make someone’s grandma happy, but here we are. I have no plans to kiss my husband for any reason other than show. I have no plans to fall in love with the arrogant man dressed in a custom suit hiding intricate tattoos.

Je suis la seule femme dans le personnel des Windy City Warriors, et après des années à supporter un médecin en chef sexiste, j'espère décrocher le poste de mes rêves avec une nouvelle équipe l'année prochaine. Tout ce que j'ai à faire, c'est de maintenir ma bonne réputation professionnelle pour ma dernière saison à Chicago. Mais une soirée arrosée à Las Vegas menace tout cela, me laissant avec un souvenir flou et une alliance à la main gauche... Me voilà légalement liée à l'homme le plus obstiné que j'aie jamais rencontré.

After being dumped on her 21st birthday, Bailey James rebounds right into the arms of her ex’s biggest competition... Chase Carter: antagonizer, womanizer, and infamous left winger for her college’s rival team. Following a string of scandals and substandard grades, Chase is on thin ice with his teammates and tyrannical coach. The last thing he needs is to have his focus and loyalty called into question by fraternizing with his team’s #1 competition, but a beautiful stranger who throws herself at him one night is too tempting to pass up...until she throws up on his shoes.

Alecia Monroe is bubbly, competitive, and has a flair for big ideas. Garrett, her charming, sporty office crush, loves three things. Spreadsheets, Pilot Precise V5 pens, and pickleball. So when the cute blond in the office next to his suggests a weekly company pickleball night, Alecia does what any rational woman would do.

Six weeks. That's how long my editor gave me to change my book from a baseball romance to one about hockey. A complete rewrite. Which is how I find myself in Montana, a thousand miles from home, researching hockey, and preparing to meet a local expert. There's one small problem. Or rather a big one. A big, grumpy problem. My expert is none other than Nick Galaxy—the single dad and hockey captain I ran into minutes after landing in Montana and made a… well, let's just say I didn't make the best first impression. Neither did he, for that matter.

My new neighbor is a hot, grumpy hockey player who works out shirtless on his porch every morning. But it’s not technically spying if I just happen to be on my patio at the same time ... right? Imagine my surprise when the sexy grouch turns out to be the client who just hired me to redecorate the house he’s giving his mom. What’s a ray of sunshine like me to do? Pretend I’ve never noticed his abs while we pick out furniture—since I’d never date a client. And Ford Devon? He’s made it clear this is his final season, and he wants zero distractions.

Meet the Copper Valley Fireballs, baseball's lovable losers whose hot heroes are determined to turn this team around and resisting finding love along the way! This box set includes four full-length romantic comedies and a bonus novella.

She's back. We were kids the last time I saw her, but my innocent crush from childhood is full-grown now. And it's not so innocent anymore. She's a breath of fresh air from the series of one-night stands since being drafted into the NHL. I've only got one shot with her, and I'm not taking it for granted. I may give her the passion she's been craving, but she's the intimacy I've waited for my whole life.

I always thought of Silas Rush as my biggest rival on the track and a stuck-up loner off of it. He and his fancy pro career left our crappy hometown in the dust before high school even finished, and then I didn't think of him much at all. I was too busy trying to keep my little sisters from turning into addicts like our mom, and myself from turning into a rage-junkie like our dad. All while keeping food on the table. Now he's back, reminding me of all the things I don't have, just like he always did.

Five years spent running, reinventing myself at every turn, until my stepbrother finally caught up to me. Zach Knight is cold, dangerous, and determined to make me pay for almost destroying his hockey career. But beneath that icy exterior burns something far more intense than revenge.

As the youngest heir of the Hartmann fortune and the backup goalie for the Boston Rebels, the pro hockey team my family owns, I’ve spent my life being the peacemaker in my cutthroat family and the goalie that my teammates can depend on. I have only one weakness: my coach’s daughter, Evangeline Wilcott. Eva is a pairs figure skater, and my life-long best friend. I’ve always wanted more, but she friend zoned me back in high school and we’ve lived thousands of miles apart since.

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Mariana Zapata’s most beloved book, The Wall of Winnipeg and Me—now with new exclusive content! Vanessa Mazur refuses to feel bad for quitting—she knows she’s doing the right thing. The thankless job of personal assistant to the top...

I didn't expect the hot stranger who helped me face my ex to end up being an NHL player and be interested in me. I really didn't expect his two teammates to also be interested in me. These men look at me like I'm everything they've ever dreamed of. Now I have all three men wanting my attention. And I want them all. Unfortunately, it might not be that simple. When it comes down to it, the hot nights, whispered words, and strong emotions might not be enough. I just hope that at the end of it all it will have been worth it.

As a pro athlete, I have one unbreakable rule when it comes to men—Don't date another baseball player. Good thing I haven't been tempted once in four years in the majors. Until the day a rising star walks into my locker room. Outgoing and sexy-as-sin, Grant has confidence and talent for miles. But, I've got far too much trouble in my past to want to bring any into my present.

Some men are just off-limits. Like, say, all the other football players in the league…. I have to stop replaying the one night I spent with my rival. Trouble is, that white-hot encounter with the other quarterback answered a lot of questions I’ve had about myself, but it also led me into this mess where he hates me…

My name is Hudson Newgate, but my teammates call me "New Guy". That was my nickname in Chicago, too. And Vancouver. That’s what happens when you keep getting traded. Brooklyn is my last chance, especially after my poor performance last season.

My stepbrothers are known for three things: their speed on the ice, their skill with a puck, and the size of their... ‘sticks.’ The Drayton triplets are the hottest players in college hockey, and every girl at Eastern U wants a taste. Not me. I knew them back when they were just three angry, rebellious boys with something to prove. We were family once, but I doubt they even remember their ex-stepsister or would recognize the woman I am now. But when Jacob, the brooding, tattooed forward known for slapping pucks—and hearts—around, tries to charm me at a bar, I can’t deny the pull.