Four scorching hot hockey players. Four sizzling enemies-to-lovers couples. Four interconnected standalone stories that will melt the ice. Grab these steamy, full-length hockey romances in one heart-pounding collection!

At her aunt’s funeral, Laurel stumbles across an irate woman shouting at a gorgeous man, calling him a jerk, a prick, and a grumpy asshole. Then she meets Sebastian and adds a few names to that list. Because he may be hot as sin, but he has the personality of a rabid, prickly porcupine. And Laurel has enough trouble.

For ages, men have openly lusted for women donning skimpy French maid outfits. But what do women want? One creative entrepreneur, desperate to pay medical bills, has figured it out. Single father, Will Jessup, dusts off the cobwebs for Jackson Hole's wealthy housewives, offering a unique, sexy service... scrubbing their opulent homes as a male maid, baring it all in risque uniforms!

Once again I bang on the connecting door to my dorm room, trying to be heard over the blaring music coming from the other side. My bestie should be living in that room, but no, she transferred to be with her boyfriend and now I'm stuck sharing a wall with stupidly hot track star, Cal Chase. My friends say I'm lucky, but his mere presence annoys me, along with his late-night music and the constant gaggle of giggly girls who visit. I'm the only one who can see right through that patented Cal Charm. He's just another player and I'm not game.

A wild romp at a masked party should have no consequences. Save for my walk of shame the next day...all the way to labor and delivery. Seven years later I'm a single mom, writing an article on the hockey league's biggest heartbreaker. He's cocky, captivating, and intent on scoring with me. I really didn't think we would get this friendly this fast. And that's when I recognize the unusual birthmark on his thigh. The one I noticed on my mystery man seven years ago. The same one I see on my son every single day.

What do you do when you find out your step-sister is taking “something borrowed” to a whole new level by borrowing your groom for a quickie? What any other rockstar in her right mind would do. Run out on the wedding, slamming right into a six-foot-three solid wall of muscle. Blake White. Pro hockey star. The kind of hot that scrambles your brain and the kind of grumpy that flash freezes the sun. Reluctantly, he agrees to give me a hiding spot in his remote cabin.

He broke the code. Prom Night my brother’s best friend took my innocence then ditched me. He was six years older and my secret crush. We did the deed, but he didn’t expect to fall in love. Terrified of my brother, he took off, so I never knew the truth. Years later, I hunt him down, pretending to break into his skyscraper. Forced to face his symphony of mistakes, he confesses his feelings. While hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, I’d changed, but he was still under my spell.

When Max and I got into an argument all those years ago Over deciding the best way to raise our little boy, I needed to blow off steam and take a walk. Little did I know my father would have me captured, Demoted to the lowest member of our pack, And living a life of servitude. As Alpha of the Greystones, He never accepted me being mated to a Glenwood, Knowing a witch bloodline runs through their veins. So when I discover I’m pregnant, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my baby girl safe.

Over a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the second grade, I gave Wren Tyler my heart. I never wanted it back, even when time, distance, and fate kept us apart—because even as a kid, I knew I'd love that girl forever. It’s not until years later that we finally have a chance to be together. Finally. I’ve waited patiently through every obstacle and impossibility, and nothing is going to mess up my chance at a future with Wren. Unfortunately, my vengeful ex-fiancée has other plans.

They say life begins at 40.... But when infertility led to my divorce, it seemed more like the end. When I’d rather be at home in my sweats binging '80s movies, my dad begs me to go to Carlton with him for moral support as he presents my much younger sister to their unmated Alpha.

Meet Randi Burnett—she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she works for the bride. Missing groom? Intoxicated in-laws? Crying ring-bearer? You name it, she wrangles it. Too bad her personal life isn’t thriving like her side gig as a bridesmaid for hire. Recently dumped, Randi throws herself into her biggest challenge yet when she’s hired as a maid of honor and pretend best friend for an ice queen bride. There’s just one problem—the best man is infuriating, overprotective, and anti-marriage.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.