I fell in love with a billionaire. I just didn’t know it. Jean-Michel Dubois is the owner of the professional hockey team, the Oakland Eagles, and established the world-renowned Oak Ridge Vineyards. And…he’s fallen for me. Me. The boring woman who spends her time studying, baking cookies, and nannying for an adorable little girl. A relationship between us makes no sense—I’ve tried to make him see that. But he’s a successful businessman for a reason. He's ruthless and goes after what he wants. And he’s decided… That’s me.
I was a failure. I’d grown up with two well-meaning, but also two overbearing parents, and, as the youngest of three siblings, I was the only one who wasn’t “successful.” I worked in a bar. In. A. Bar. Yup, that was me hearing my mother’s disappointed voice. Because everyone around me was climbing the corporate ladder or performing brain surgery. Hell, my own brother was succeeding as an actual rocket scientist. Meanwhile, I was slinging drinks and refining the art of mixing the perfect Cosmopolitan. I didn’t know what I wanted to do—other than not being a rocket scientist—or who I wanted to be when I grew up. And if I was being honest with myself, growing up had come and gone a while ago. I just . . . wanted to feel something. Excitement or pleasure or even to know what it was like get my heart broken. But nothing ever happened to me. I existed in this boring bubble of life, pouring drinks most nights, reading the others away, and . . . not feeling anything. Until I saw him. Then I felt everything.
Darcy was used to people looking past her. Hell, she’d made an art form of it—avoiding the busybodies, doing what she wanted with her life. And for the most part it worked. She got to do what she wanted, when she wanted because people left her alone. Unfortunately, there was one person who had decided to ignore the No Entry signs and barbed wire that made most people keep their distance as he barreled his way through her peaceful existence. Morgan was one of the strongest soldiers protecting her people, but he seemed to live to press her buttons, to infuriate her, to drive her absolutely to the edge of reason. That was his art form, and he was excellent at it. Still, Darcy was stubborn and would not be worn down. She wouldn’t let anyone in, least of all Morgan. But then . . . he gave her the letter.
She was supposed to just be another case. Another criminal. Instead, she stole her way into my heart. I had never met a bad guy I couldn’t take down, and I wasn’t about to start with Francesca Lyon. Her father ran one of the largest crime rings in the world, so while Frankie might be beautiful, smart, and driven, she wasn’t a woman I could ever fall for. Still, she wasn’t supposed to know about my involvement in the case, wasn’t supposed to look at me like I’d shattered her heart when she found out. But I had. And she did. Then—somehow—my future became less about the job and more about closing the case on her heart.
She was broken. I wanted to be the one to heal her. Only it wasn’t that simple. She was my superior. I was her second in command. Work got in the way, so remaining friends was smarter, especially for a woman like me who fell hard and often. But I couldn’t get Hannah out of my head. In fact . . . I loved her more than my next breath. But her heart was locked down in a way that no one would ever get close enough to win it. Especially now. We worked for KTS, an elite military group whose ranks were dangerously close to breaking. There were traitors in our midst, enemies behind trusted faces. I had Hannah’s back through all of it. I wouldn’t fail her. Not even when our mission seemed destined to put us in danger, to rattle the very foundations of everything we worked for.
Train Wreck Pepper O’Brien was Hollywood royalty. Also, her life sucked. Hot Mess Once upon time Shannon had been young and single and filled with hope. Dumpster Fire Rob was single. That hadn’t been the plan. Clusterf*@k She was single, almost pathetically so. FUBAR She was pregnant and alone…and sick.
I’ve seen her. I’ve watched her. But…I can’t allow myself to have her. My job as the owner of an elite security company for celebrities and athletes alike means that I don’t have a problem putting myself in harm’s way to protect my clients. But I do have a problem when it’s Lauren who’s caught in the crossfire. Literally. I need to protect her. I need to keep her safe. I just… Can’t let my heart get involved. *This is Pascal and Lauren’s story and falls between Changed and Scored.
He was too young for her. A decade too young. Rebecca Stravokraus was the top publicist in the professional sports. She was extremely smart, capable, and could spin a story like a spider spins its web. But there was one thing she couldn’t do. L.O.V.E. Except…then Kevin declared that Rebecca was what he wanted. That couldn’t be. Not now. Not ever. But Kevin had decided on her and if there was one thing she’d learned about stubborn, alpha hockey players, it was that they didn’t give up. And Rebecca had to admit that in this case she didn’t want him to.
She was in love with him. The worst part? He knew. It was Rebecca’s job to help keep the players on the San Francisco Gold healthy and she was damned good at it. Unfortunately, not everyone thought her contributions were important. In fact, some people—cough one Dr. Gabe Carter—thought her position with the team was unnecessary. Well, he was a jerk. She didn’t like him or care about his opinions and she definitely wasn’t in love with him. Definitely hadn’t been in love with him the moment she’d laid eyes on him— Sigh. She definitely was. And to make matters worse? Gabe knew.
There was hate. And then there was the love that hid behind it. Maddy Roberts knew all about hate—she hated what was done to her, hated the person she’d become, hated the way she’d hurt the people who loved her. But now she was doing her best to turn her life around. Lucas Clark—her brother’s close friend and one of the star hockey players on the San Francisco Gold—wasn’t like her. He had his life together… And…sometimes he looked at her like he thought she might be the key to his universe. Like he thought she could be different. With him. Like maybe he thought she could be the person for him. Forever.
He’s a movie star. I’m just a girl from a small town. He lives in L.A when he’s not traveling the world. I live in Utah, and the furthest I’ve been is a few states away. He’s beautiful. I’m . . . just me. Talbot Green is the man who has everything—fame, money, adoring fans—and I’m just a girl from a small town, childhood friends with his publicist, and looking forward to spending a few days in warm and sunny California. Then I saved his life. In front of the paparazzi. And suddenly, my face is everywhere—on social media, on TV, on magazine covers. Suddenly, I’m not just a girl from a small town, who’s living a small life. Suddenly . . . I belong to Talbot Green, at least in the eyes of the media. And also . . . perhaps in the eyes of Talbot himself. But maybe, just maybe, he belonged to me right back.
She had no time in her life for a man. Least of all a swoony hockey player who was allergic to commitment. Jules was just trying to give her kid a good life. She worked hard, kept her head down, and avoided men like the plague. Because men were a plague. There was a reason she was a single mom, scraping together an existence, and faking it for her kid. She’d been burned. Bad. It didn’t matter that Cas was successful and smart and could kiss like a dream… It didn’t matter that he wanted her. She wouldn’t put her heart on the line. Not ever again.
Benched His son wants him to find a wife… But he thinks love is the ultimate, dirty four-letter word. Max Montgomery might be at the height of his career, but he’s been burned by love. His only bright spot with the emotion is his son, Brayden. But then Bray throws him a curveball— He wants Max to find a wife. Which is not happening. Except…then Max meets Angelica Shallows. She's smart, gorgeous…but has shadows in her eyes. He knows all about shadows, knows they are meant as a sign for him to stay away. The real trouble begins when he finds he can’t. Breakaway It was hate at first sight. Just not for him. He’d loved what he’d seen. But Anna, with her razor-sharp wit and seriously dirty mouth, couldn’t stand him As a professional hockey player, that was a rare thing for Blue Anderson. He was young, rich, good looking, and in the best shape of his life. He didn’t have any trouble finding someone to share his bed. But Blue was looking for permanent, and he wanted someone nice, not a woman who’d barbecue his balls off. Except…then Blue did something stupid. He kissed prickly, gorgeous Anna Hayes. And every one of his carefully laid plans went right out the window. Breakout He was too young for her. A decade too young. Rebecca Stravokraus was the top publicist in the professional sports. She was extremely smart, capable, and could spin a story like a spider spins its web. But there was one thing she couldn’t do. L.O.V.E. Except…then Kevin declared that Rebecca was what he wanted. That couldn’t be. Not now. Not ever. But Kevin had decided on her and if there was one thing she’d learned about stubborn, alpha hockey players, it was that they didn’t give up. And Rebecca had to admit that in this case she didn’t want him to.
She was single, almost pathetically so. Hell, it had been so long since Misty had been with a man, she couldn’t even remember what it felt like. Still, she should be content—she had a place to live, a great brother, and awesome friends. And she was. Until she crashed into Chance—literally crashed—into the gorgeous man’s SUV, totaling it, wrecking her car, and damaging her brother’s new house all in one fell swoop. It was a total clusterf*@k. Because then the man ended up totaling her heart.
I saved him. Well, maybe he saved me. Or perhaps we saved each other. All I knew was that one second, I was bickering with the man I pretended to despise—a man I secretly wanted more than my next meal—and the next the world was exploding around us. KTS, the secret military agency I worked for, was under attack by a former agent turned traitor and everything we thought we knew about being the good guys was getting more complicated by the minute. As was my relationship with Linc. I’d asked him out once, bared my feelings for him, and . . . he’d turned me down. Not gently, either. But now we were fighting for our lives, and I discovered that perhaps his rejection wasn’t quite so simple. Maybe he’d pushed me away because once I was in his heart, there was no letting me go. Ever.
She had a secret. One Beth had spent her whole life running from. But her secret had finally caught up with her, and she didn’t know whether to start running again, to leave the life she’d built in Baltimore, one she was finally happy in, surrounded by the family she’d made (meaning her friends and their significant others, and definitely not her messed-up bio family), or to stay. To fight. Or maybe, better yet, to run straight into Raph’s arms. The hockey player for the Breakers was big and strong and had a wonderful family (bio and otherwise). Not to mention, his smile lit up the room and his body was…chef’s kiss. Bonus? He wanted her and made that clear, but…he didn’t know about the secret. And she knew, she knew that if he found out… He’d run. Even faster than she had.
She’s the one he wants. And he’s not going to give her up without a fight. As the newly named captain of the San Francisco Gold, Josh is used to pressure and hard work. What he’s not used to? Women despising him. Jess, however, has taken an instant dislike to him, and no matter what he tries to do, he can’t seem to get beyond her prickly exterior. But then he discovers that her prickly exterior is hiding the same need that’s been burning through him. Then he discovers that she wants him. And it’s decided... He’s never letting her go.
Everyone thought I had it together. That I was tough and powerful and a take-no-prisoners woman at the top of my industry. And I was. At work. I always sealed the deal, nabbed the contract, and I never failed to get someone to sign on the dotted line. At work, I was the best. My personal life, however, was a wreck. A giant, lonely wreck. Until, Cole. Cole was about as far away from my city girl polish as one could get. A retired hockey player, he wore jeans to my power suits, cowboy boots to my heels, ate simple food to my gourmet. Hell, he even lived on a ranch half the year. And yet . . . he also challenged my mind. Never gave me an inch. Not to mention, he was gorgeous, kind, incredibly insightful and always, always, called me on my B.S. He’d done it when I’d been his agent, and continued to do it every time we talked. He was everything I’d dreamed of . . . and also, everything I was terrified to have. *This book was previously published under the title, Bitch*
She’d thought he was going to ask her to fix his computer. Instead, he’d asked her out. Shy. God, she was so painfully, awkwardly shy. And she was surrounded by gorgeous, sexy men on a daily basis. As video coach for the San Francisco Gold hockey franchise, Dani spent her days wrapped in a technological bubble. She studied tape, prepared clips for the players, and generally avoided other people. Until Ethan had asked her out. On a date. A date! That didn’t compute. It couldn’t be right. No one asked her out— But Ethan had. And she thought…that maybe she wanted to say yes.
Checked She was in love with him. The worst part? He knew. It was Rebecca’s job to help keep the players on the San Francisco Gold healthy and she was damned good at it. Unfortunately, not everyone thought her contributions were important. In fact, some people—cough one Dr. Gabe Carter—thought her position with the team was unnecessary. Well, he was a jerk. She didn’t like him or care about his opinions and she definitely wasn’t in love with him. Definitely hadn’t been in love with him the moment she’d laid eyes on him— Sigh. She definitely was. And to make matters worse? Gabe knew. Coasting Calle Stevens wasn’t what one would call a risk-taker. She was steady. She was even. She was . . . pregnant. Her life was ruined. She was an assistant coach for the professional hockey team, the San Francisco Gold. She didn’t have any family in the area, didn’t have a partner. How was she going to have a baby? But then… Cooper. A star player for the team, he’d found out about the baby, and as much as she tried to push him away, he refused to keep his distance. And as the weeks went by, she didn’t want him to stay away. She wanted him to come even closer. Centered He was about to be traded. And the woman he loved would be left behind. Liam Williamson’s family was legend in the NHL, but he hadn’t lived up to the family name. He’d been traded to four teams in as many years, and it was widely accepted that his career was nearly at an end. Then he met Mia. She was tough with a sweet center and the most incredible woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Unsurprisingly, he’d fallen and fallen fast. But Mia lived in San Francisco. Her whole life was there… And how in the hell was he going to leave the woman he loved?
It had been love at first sight… Or at least love at first sight of a toppling, glittering, unfortunately-shaped mascot. Charlie had spent months trying to pretend that his heart wasn’t broken, but it was really hard to pretend he was fine when he was surrounded by love-struck couples. He didn’t know what the hell was in the water, but the freaking Gold seemed to breed happy endings. Like a fungus. Whatever. He was done with love. Until that giant, glittering mascot had toppled over, its head falling off to reveal the woman within. And he fell, right then and there.
First came the director yelling, “Action! Next came the actual acting. Last came . . . the end scene. Or at least, that was what I liked to call my job as a publicist to Hollywood’s elite. If my client hit it big, I was the one who’d made that possible. And while being on call twenty-four seven meant I was chronically single, I was fine with that. I’d been in a serious relationship once and had ultimately discovered that I wasn’t cut out for commitment or being tied down or living in a small town. I needed lights and excitement, paparazzi and enough traffic that the air always smelled faintly of exhaust. I definitely didn’t need one Aaron Weaver—my ex-boyfriend and current occupant of my former home and very, very small town in Utah—tying me down or making me feel like the world’s biggest jerk, just because I wanted my life to be something more than open fields and cow patties. But then I had to leave L.A. and go home to my father, to my small town . . . to Aaron. And I discovered there might be much more to him than I’d ever expected. In fact, I discovered that I might have missed out on the best end scene of my life by letting him go at all.
One second, he had everything. The next, it was torn away. Oliver James was at the peak of his career, captain of the Baltimore Breakers, minutes away from winning another Cup. Then one hit had derailed all that. All he’d ever known was hockey, and he didn’t know where he fit in a world where playing was no longer a possibility. But then he was offered a chance to bring hockey back into his life. A shot at starting over. The only condition of that second chance was required meetings with the team psychologist, Hazel. She was exactly the kind of woman he might have once lusted after—beautiful, kind, a body that screamed sex. She made him feel whole, like a man again. Except, she wasn’t interested in him outside of being a patient. Well then, Oliver would just have to convince her otherwise.
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