Nothing gets me as heated as a bad call on the ice—until I save Laney Briggs from a wayward puck. She's got the brightest eyes and the cutest annoyed face I've ever seen. I probably shouldn't have offered to sign her chest. I really shouldn't have scammed my way into a date with her. But there's something about her that drives me wild. She thinks I'm an arrogant jerk. I think she was made to be mine. Now I just have to convince her that I'm worth the hassle.

When my college roommate tries to fix me up with her creepy cousin, I do the only thing I can think of to waylay her unwanted matchmaking—I invent a boyfriend in the Navy. Every week for four years, I send a letter to my fictitious soulmate, Officer Elijah O'Donnell, sharing my innermost thoughts and dreams for the future. Which is why no one is more surprised than me when my military hero appears at my place of work and asks me for a date. At six feet four and bristling with blue-eyed masculinity, Elijah O'Donnell is very real—and he's read every one of my letters.

Looks. I've got in spades. Money. I've got it coming out of my ears. Power. I'm CEO of a large investment bank in Texas. Do I need to say more? Too bad there's something missing. My MC brothers keep me grounded, but I'm swimming in a sea of loneliness. One cold, rainy night, I pull over to help a stranded motorist and get the shock of my life. My soulmate has been living right under my nose for months, yet we've never crossed paths.

A life in chains was the deal I made with my father to win my twin's freedom. My soul is black with the things I've done to keep my promise. I never regretted any of it until now. Until her. Amalia Santiago's bravado and fierce defiance make me feel alive in a way I never expected. I was never meant to fall for her. I don't deserve to put my filthy hands all over her pristine body. She's supposed to be my prisoner. But now, she'll become my world instead.

My fresh start turned into a dumpster fire. Awesome new job. Small town heaven. Friendly faces galore. Then I strolled into my new home and found the unspeakable. Just when I'm sure it can't get worse, I'm “rescued” by a man who makes me see red for miles. Enter Lucas Graves. A bossy grump with a badge who's sworn to keep me safe. He rocks the scary-hot vibe, he reads too much, and he never misses a chance to give me crap for being a nerdy little cactus who mouths back. Not the type of man I'd go for in my right mind. Definitely not the type I should keep trading bruising kisses with.

Nervous, scared, and completely unqualified. That's the way I walked into Jack Shaw's office building. I walked out with my stomach in knots for a completely different reason. My heart is pounding like I had actually went running. My head and heart war with quitting or working through the fiery desire he stimulates through me. At the end of the day, I leave the decision to him. The problem is I can't tell if he wants to toss me over his desk or out on my rear. I guess by the dark look in his eyes, I'll soon find out.

Jared "Mac" MacKenzie is used to making tough decisions as the President of the Silver Saints MC. When a member of a rival MC puts one of his brothers in a coma, he'll do whatever it takes to get answers—including kidnapping Bridget Pierce, their president's daughter.

After my ex crushed my dreams in the music industry, I’m done with getting my heart broken. Working as an assistant for an NHL player was supposed to be a breeze, but nothing about Jamie Streicher is easy. He’s an intimidatingly hot, grouchy jerk who can't stand me. The guy has a massive ego. Keeping things professional will be no problem, even when he demands I move in with him.

Lucca Pixon is the hockey player everyone dreams about being near—and being with. And, yes, I secretly had his baby. The truth could cost me my career and get him into trouble, too, so the single mom life is how I’ve been surviving. That is, until I’m given an assignment. It looks like Luc has gotten himself into trouble again, and it’s my job to write about it. The last thing I should do is randomly show up before a hockey game with a baby in a stroller and tell Luc he’s the father.

I'm in love with Lucas Blaze, the player grandson of the woman I take care of. I'm nothing like the women he dates, so the chances of him noticing me are slim to none. Until the day he asks me to marry him. Lucas is the youngest Blaze Brother. He works twenty-four seven, and his only use for women is to get his rocks off when he's taking a break from putting his family's liquor brand into every store in the country. I don't mingle in the same high-profile groups, and I sure as heck don't know the first thing about pleasing a man. But to make his Granny happy, Lucas is willing to marry me.

Prentice Wright was one of the best quarterbacks in the league. He was known for making all the right moves on the field. It was how he led the New York Nighthawks to victory so often. Falling for his teammate's sister wasn't a smart play. Especially when Naomi Scott was more than a decade younger than him. But Prentice was also known for being relentless in the pursuit of his goals . . . and he'd never wanted anything more than to make Naomi his.

We had two goals for this business trip: to land a major client, and to make it through 48 hours without killing each other. So far? Only the client is a sure thing. Because we wake up together, hungover and half dressed in my suite. So many questions. Such a freaking mess.

Once, I knew this girl who sent a video of herself to her brother's best friend…while she was hopped up on pain meds. And he didn’t reciprocate her feelings. Sounds like a hilarious story, right? WRONG. This really happened…to ME, Melanie Taylor. That was five years ago, so I’m over it—over him. At least, I thought I was…until West got traded to the D.C. Eagles and moved to the same city as me! Oh yeah, did I forget to mention my brother’s best friend is Weston Kershaw? An incredibly talented and famous professional hockey player?

My name is Rachel Price, and two months ago, I walked away from the perfect man. Sweet and funny, and so hot it should be illegal—we shared one magical night. No names. No strings. I never thought I'd see him again. I was wrong. It turns out Mr. Perfect is the playboy grinder for the Jacksonville Rays, the NHL's hottest new hockey team . . . and I'm his new physical therapist. Oh, and the jerk doesn't even recognize me!

The first time I see my high school crush since graduation, I’m a 30-year-old woman laying on the table for a pap smear. He’s the hot, newly single doctor who just moved back to his hometown, hoping to find some stability for his daughter. Meanwhile, I’m a hot mess, just fired from my job and ousted from company housing. I’m living in my old bedroom and trying to get my appointments in before my insurance runs out along with what little is left of my money.

Living in a year around Christmas town has its drawbacks. The caroling, the decorations, the insanely cheery spirit, it never disappears. It's why I like to hibernate away in my cave - I mean housekeeping a healthy distance from the holly jolly spirits. And all was going according to plan until my nemesis, Storee Taylor, moved in next door to care for her Aunt Cindy. Without blinking, she turned my simple world into a real nightmare-before-Christmas, especially when she decided to enter the town Christmas Kringle contest - which she was determined to win.

Five Years Earlier: Henry Dunne knows three things: that agreeing to host this raucous house party was a terrible idea, that he absolutely cannot show up to his nursing shift tomorrow with a hangover, and that the beautiful redhead in the corner will be sleeping in his bed tonight.

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.

Obituary writer Nadine Barbault doesn’t mind being called “Lady Death”. It suits the ice queen persona she’s cultivated to survive the fast-paced Toronto Herald. So when Nadine learns that famous (and reclusive) author Dot Voline has died, she doesn’t hesitate to run the obituary…only to discover that Dot is very much alive. Nadine’s screw-up has brought Wesley Chen of the rival Spear no end of joy—she’s been a thorn in his extremely ambitious side for years. But the renewed interest in Dot also surfaced chatter about a mysterious past scandal.