Kirjahaku

I've always been a wild card - the first to start a fight on the ice, and the life of the party off it - but appearances can be deceiving.Being traded to the Boston Rebels could not have come at a better time. With serious family obligations to fulfill and a contract renewal with a new hockey team on the line, I have no time for anything else. I return to Boston knowing I need to buckle down and focus on what really matters.But the first night I'm back in town, I come face to face with Audrey, my college calculus tutor. We had a brief fling right before I was drafted into the NHL. Now, her five year old son is standing by her side, and I don't need a tutor to do that kind of math.Audrey insists she doesn't want me involved in Graham's life unless I can commit to being a dad. With everything else going on, this is the worst possible timing.But every minute I spend with Graham and Audrey feels exactly right, and I'm left questioning everything I thought I wanted.Because now my goals are shifting, and getting what I really want might come at the expense of the game I've given my entire life to.

After fifteen years of tending goal for the Boston Rebels, I'm known for two things: the highest save percentage in the league, and never spending more than one night with the same woman.I'm definitely not the guy you should trust with your best friend's little sister. Especially not when that sister, Jules, is eight years younger and my new roommate.When I witness her on the verge of a panic attack while being intimidated by another man, I don't think twice about calling her my fianc e and kissing her. Which brings me to the third thing I'm known for: reckless and impulsive decision-making.After a video of that steamy kiss goes viral, the whole world is convinced we're engaged. If we don't play along, I risk losing my place as the starting goalie for the Rebels, and Jules's reputation and career could tank.Our engagement may be fake, but the memories of the way she tastes, and the feel of her body wrapped around mine, are all too real. And the more time we spend together, the less it feels like pretending.None of the secrets from my past seem to matter as much when I'm with her. It turns out, Jules may have some secrets of her own - and uncovering them just might be what heals me...or what finally breaks me.

I lost everything because of him. He says he would give anything to get me back.Once upon a time I had it all: an Olympic gold medal, a career as a professional ski racer, and a happily ever after so close I could almost touch it. Then my perfect life imploded in one tragic weekend.Five years later I've rebuilt my life with the best girlfriends, the perfect new boyfriend, and a new career. Now my ex-the one who wrecked everything five years earlier-is back as the newest member of the National Ski Team and I'm forced to be his physical therapist.My days are filled with him. He's constantly shirtless and sweaty and sexy as sin, and trying to make me fall in love with him again.But I built these walls around my heart for a reason-and his presence is threatening to undo everything I've created without him. With the stakes this high and the sexual tension this hot, this could all go so very wrong.Or, maybe we're on the edge of getting everything we ever wanted.

I'm a type-A planner. Arriving at my best friend's wedding newly single-not planned. Off-the-charts chemistry with her much younger brother-also unplanned. Agreeing to be his roommate for a few weeks-wait, was there a plan?Jilted by my cheating ex-fianc and left homeless in the process, it's a no-brainer to take my best friend Jackson up on her offer to stay in her condo in Park City. The only catch? Jackson's already agreed to let her younger brother Beau stay there for a few weeks.Living with Beau short-term shouldn't be an issue, except when we meet again for the first time in a decade, our chemistry is off the charts. But Beau is everything I'm not looking for in a guy: he's unpredictable and self-centered, a known womanizer, and incapable of committing to anything besides traveling the globe snowboarding. Plus, no guy is worth losing my best friend over.As barely tolerating each other turns to barely restrained attraction, our relationship is pushed far past the boundaries we've both erected. Can we keep it casual as our relationship heats up, or are we risking every plan we've ever made?

Aleksandr Ivanov was my person. We helped each other through the worst of our childhoods. I thought we were meant for each other; then he ghosted me.That's when I learned that the only person I can count on is me.Fourteen years later, the NHL superstar reappears in my life with an outrageous request: pretend to be his wife and help him adopt his orphaned niece, Stella. The twist? Apparently we've been married since I was sixteen.I can't commit to the relationship he's asking for, but when I accidentally screw up his childcare arrangement before he leaves for the Stanley Cup playoffs, I end up as Stella's nanny for a couple weeks.I shouldn't put my life on hold to help him. I shouldn't fall hard for his precocious niece. And I definitely shouldn't let him into my bed, or more importantly, into my heart. Because if I do those things, I might start wanting things I can't have.There is no happy ending for us: I've got a company to run, and a contract to start filming a television show in Los Angeles. He can't leave New York, and staying with Aleksandr would mean giving up everything I've worked so hard for.Most importantly, I can't put my very fragile heart right back into the hands of the one person who already destroyed it.

My marriage wasn't perfect, but my husband's unexpected death yanks away my sense of security and leaves me floundering.Enter Jameson Flynn, former NHL star and my late husband's sports agent, who's back in my life as the executor of the will. Things between us are as contentious as when we worked together five years ago, except now we're working together to navigate all of the secrets and deceptions my husband left behind.I remember Jameson as arrogant, condescending, and heartless. And yet, he repeatedly shows up for me and my daughters - helping me pick up the broken pieces and put my life back together.Now I'm seeing a side of him he only reveals to people he truly cares about. He's protective in a way I didn't know I'd like, caring in a way I didn't know he was capable of, and still sexy as hell.The problem is, he broke my heart a long time ago. But the closer I get to Jameson, the more I see that the only thing easier than hating him might actually be loving him.

This is teeing up to be the worst Christmas ever.First, my parents win a last-minute cruise and ditch me for the white sand beaches of the Caribbean.Then, my annoyingly sexy boss, Tom, needs one *little* favor-in the form of sacrificing my entire weekend to help him revamp his office space. Now I'm forced to spend the last days before Christmas with the very person I'm trying to avoid.Some sort of holiday spirit must be in the air, though, because the more time we spend holed up in his corner office together, the harder it becomes to keep our emotions off and our clothes on.I may have also agreed to be his fake girlfriend, but that part's unclear. Mostly because nothing that's developing between us in that office feels fake.Then he springs a surprise getaway on me-effectively making all my Christmas dreams come true-and suddenly it's impossible to remember all the reasons getting involved with my boss is a terrible idea.But no matter how hard he tries to convince me this can work between us, when reality hits, only one of us stands to lose everything. And it isn't him.

Some people might call it a grudge, but in reality, hating Alessandra Jones is more like an obsession. AJ is the league's first female general manager, and my boss. As the team captain, I have to play nice with her-in public, at least. But in private, the gloves come off. And then one time, our clothes do too. We vow it won't happen again. Not only can we not stand each other, but we're in tense negotiations over my contract right now, and AJ is up for the league's GM of the Year award. Getting involved wouldn't just be a PR nightmare-it would be unethical. It doesn't help that we have a history, or that she and my daughter adore each other. When AJ is injured protecting my baby, there's no choice but to move her into my place. Taking care of someone I hate shouldn't feel so right. Getting to know her better shouldn't break down my defenses. She's hurt me once before, and I'd be a fool to trust her again. But the more time we spend together, the more I realize that maybe I'm not obsessed with hating her . . . maybe I'm just obsessed with her.