Pucked up Love
These hockey stars are at the top of their game on the ice. But off the ice, their lives are wrecks. Between dodging puck bunnies, the paparazzi, and an endless parade of endorsement deals, they don't have time for love...until they do.
They say the bigger you are, the harder you fall. But these ice giants won't know what hit them when they fall face-first in love. For a chance at forever, they'll play the dirtiest, steamiest game of their lives. And the winner takes all.
Pucking Dirty
He'll break every rule in the book to claim his coach's daughter.
Nash Whatley
Coach had two rules when I joined the team: Keep my name out of the press, and don't even think about touching his daughter. The first one? Easy. I'm not some rookie with a chip on my shoulder. The second one? Complicated.
Emilia Lariat might just be the thing I've been missing. But this sassy little minx thinks she can hide what we are together. We'll see how easy that is when I've got her bent over every flat surface in this arena.
She wants to play? That's fine. But I came to win, and not even her father will stop me.
Emilia Lariat
When my father told me to meet him in the locker room, the sausage-fest I walked in on wasn't what he had in mind. Now, I know what his entire roster looks like naked. Puck bunnies would kill to be me right now…and I'd kill to burn the image from my brain.
Thank God for Nash Whatley, my savior in skates. From the minute the growly giant drags me out of the locker room with his hands over my eyes, he's got my head and heart all messed up.
He's the last person I should be sneaking around with…but the second he touches me, I forget exactly what we're risking. I forget everything but his name.
Right up until my dad finds out, anyway…
Pucking Fake
His new assistant hates him. Too bad he just told the world they're dating...
Logan Moreno
Being a problem, I can handle. Being one of my sister's problems? Not so much. I've done everything I can to keep her out of the press…even when it's meant watching my reputation take hit after hit.
But I did not expect things to get this complicated.
Because a reporter won't stop sniffing around…and I just met my assistant in a bar and took her home. I probably should have warned her about my sister and her kid.
Now, Peyton thinks the kid is mine. And she hates me.
The only solution to both of my problems is obvious. I tell the world that we're dating.
It's true. At least, it will be as soon as I convince her that what she's feeling isn't hate. It's the makings of forever.
Peyton Cloud
Going home with the goalie who looks like sin is a bad idea, but I go anyway. Color me surprised when I realize he has a wife and kid at home.
I run out faster than an Olympian in a foot race.
Only to find out he's the player I'll be working for come Monday.
Why does Baby Jesus hate me?
Logan swears I've got him all wrong and that the kid isn't his. As if I haven't heard that before. My dad said the same thing—about me.
But this time, I really want to believe it. There's something about this ridiculous man I can't resist. Even when he announces to the world that we're dating.
For the record, we definitely aren't. Ever. I don't think.
