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!

My name is Teddy O'Connor, and I just made a terrible mistake. It's been six years since I was an intern for the Jacksonville Rays NHL team. And it's been six long years since I first met him. Henrik Karlsson, star forward of the Rays . . . and king of my heart. I'm a doctor now, a respected professional in my field. And Henrik doesn't even know I exist. So, you tell me why I'm risking everything to follow this man halfway around the world!

Das Prequel zur TikTok-Sensation »Pucking Around« Auf der Hochzeit ihres Bruders erhält Rachel Price eine niederschmetternde E-Mail: Sie hat das Barkley-Stipendium nicht bekommen. Dabei wäre dies der nächste große Schritt in ihrer sportmedizinischen Karriere gewesen. Eigentlich will sie nun nur noch ihren Kummer an der Hotelbar ertränken. Doch dort begegnet sie einem Mann, den sie auch nach einem One-Night-Stand nicht mehr vergessen kann.

Stumbling in the dark down a twisting mountain road, Silas is on the run when a stranger comes crashing into his life. This alpha is dangerous, but Silas is out of options. Forced to accept help, Silas finds himself holed up in a lonely mountain cabin. Cornered and desperate, Silas must quickly decide: Can I trust this alpha? Can I let him know my secret?

At twenty-two, Rosalie Harrow is unmarried and near destitute. She has two choices: snag a wealthy gentleman, or take work as a governess. Neither option appeals to headstrong Rosalie. When Rosalie receives an invitation to Alcott Hall, she believes she's there to meet the Dowager Duchess of Norland. Instead, Rosalie is thrust in the middle of a house party of eligible high society ladies all desperate to win the hand of the new, conveniently single duke.

Zanders: Chicago hockey isn't complete without me—everyone's favorite player to hate. I know my role, and I play it well. In fact, I thoroughly enjoy spending the majority of my game time in the penalty box before leaving the arena with a new girl on my arm each night. What I don't like is the new flight attendant on our team's private plane. She works for me, not the other way around. But I'll be sure to remind her of that, and I can guarantee, by the end of the season, she'll be begging to quit her job.

“Give me a second chance, babe . . . and I’ll blow your mind.” Monroe doesn’t know why she answers the text that’s obviously meant for someone else. Or why she keeps answering. Maybe it’s because she’s all alone in a big city and in desperate need of a lifeline. Or maybe it’s because each exchange leaves her intrigued and more than a little turned on. Still, Monroe never would’ve snarked back if she’d known she was talking to the “Golden Boy” of the Dallas Knights.

Look, I've had it bad for the girl with all the curves next door forever. She turned me down in high school and since I'm not a total douchecanoe, I lusted after her all by myself in my shower, and we stayed just friends for years. Now she's the adorkable librarian next door, and I'm the star quarterback of the best pro football team in the league. So when she asks me to be her fake date to her all-girls school reunion, I am totally down to show her off to the mean girls who bullied her back then so they can see just how incredible she is.

Mi futuro exmarido está haciendo saltar por los aires toda mi vida. Y con tal de no enfrentarme a ello, me dispongo a hacer lo mejor que se me da a mí, Tess Owens: salir corriendo. Así, me lanzo a los brazos de mi mejor amiga Rachel y del equipo de hockey para el que trabaja. Ahí está mi nueva vida, en una ciudad desconocida y rodeada de jugadores encantadores. Pero uno se destaca del resto: Ryan Langley, el delantero estrella de los Jacksonville Rays.

Everyone says opposites attract. And they must be right, because there’s no logical reason why I’m so drawn to Colin Fitzgerald. I don’t usually go for tattoo-covered, video-gaming, hockey-playing nerd-jocks who think I’m flighty and superficial. His narrow view of me is the first strike against him. It doesn’t help that he’s buddy-buddy with my brother. And that his best friend has a crush on me. And that I just moved in with them. Oh, did I not mention we’re roommates?

I had a foolproof plan. Finish college playing the best sport on earth. Hockey. Get drafted by an NHL team. Make my senator father at least a little proud of me. I was on track to do just that…until Violet Reece and I collided. Literally.

Je m'appelle Rachel Price. Il y a deux mois, j'ai vécu une nuit merveilleuse avec un homme adorable et beau comme un dieu. Nous n'avons échangé ni nos noms ni nos numéros de téléphone. Je ne pensais pas le revoir un jour... J'avais tort. Il s'avère que mon Homme Mystère est défenseur pour les Rays de Jacksonville et que je viens d'être engagée par l'équipe comme médecin.

When I discover my boyfriend is cheating on me, I move out right away taking what I love most – my dog. As I fly out the door, I make sure to swipe the thing my ex loves best–the VIP tickets he won to a hockey game, complete with the chance to spend an evening with the city’s two biggest NHL stars. I can’t wait to snap selfies with my ex’s idols and rub it in his face.

Me llamo Rachel Price, y hace dos meses me alejé del hombre perfecto. Dulce, divertido... y tan sexy que deberían detenerlo. Pasamos una noche inolvidable, sin nombres ni ataduras. Pensé que jamás volvería a verlo. Me equivocaba. Él es el jugador estrella del nuevo equipo de hockey en el que realizaré mi beca como fisioterapeuta. Su mejor amigo, el jefe de equipo más borde del mundo, no deja de estar encima de mí. Y el portero se cree capaz de ocultarme su lesión.

Running away from home at 17 wasn't easy. Let's face it, though, nothing before or in the ten years since has ever been easy for me. And I'm doing okay—sorta. I just need to keep scraping by, living under the radar. Staying out of people's way, off people's minds. When a man walks through my open patio door, stepping boldly into my home and my life, I should be scared, frightened, terrified. I must be more broken than I realized because I'm none of those things. I'm intrigued—and I'm wondering if the way to take control of my life is by giving in to him.