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Performed in duet by Teddy Hamilton & Brooke Bloomingdale! Just what every bride dreams of—running straight from her cheating fiancé into the arms of a hot hockey star… and then getting hired as his kids’ nanny. Tyler Falcon is protective, flirtatious… and frustratingly responsible. We almost did something reckless when he found me alone in my wedding dress, and I blurted out all the things I’d never truly experienced. Now, the sexy single dad is saving me again with a job I desperately need—and a promise to never mention The Night of 1001 Confessions. I live in his house.

Teagan Tolliver is learning the hard way that for every new trophy, every tournament win, comes more scrutiny, more pressure—far beyond what she can do on a court. As an elite, Black female athlete, she's got the eyes of the world on her. Ambrose McNeil is familiar with the concept. Coming out of BSU, he was a star cornerback, fulfilling a long term dream—and challenge—of having his name on the Connecticut Kings roster. Living the dream.

When I was eleven, my family moved next door to his. When I was thirteen, he was my first crush. When I was sixteen, we fell for each other. And when I was nineteen, we broke each other's hearts. Six years later, I've landed an internship with a big-name interior designer in a new city. Unfortunately, that city just so happens to be the one he plays hockey for. I thought Chicago was big enough to avoid him, until I get the surprise of a lifetime and unknowingly move in right next door.

One night—that’s all it was supposed to be. No names. No complications. And now? He’s everywhere. In every trending video. In all the news headlines. On every freaking billboard. Turns out, he’s not just some guy. He’s Flynn Holland, Lake City’s new hotshot pitcher. The one that’s supposed to end our team’s fifty-year championship drought (the same way I’ve fantasized about him ending mine).

In this collection of sports romances, you will find Most Valuable Playboy, Most Likely to Score, A Wild Card Kiss, Plays Well With Others, The Good Guy Challenge and Two a Day. If you love a strong sexy football hero who falls hard for the woman of his dreams, this is the collection for you! It's got all your favorite tropes—fake romance, brother’s best friend, forbidden romance, workplace romance, runaway bride, the one that got away, age-gap, friends-to-lovers, lessons in dating and more!

Our first kiss was a lie. Our second was a mistake. And the night we spent tangled up in each other? Hot as hell, but a complete disaster.

In a den of vipers, revenge is the deadliest venom. They shattered my world; now, I’ll bring down theirs. The problem? I have virtually no way to trace the puppet master. My only lead: The Vipers. An elite college hockey team that rules the ice—and the shadows beyond it. To infiltrate their secret society, I set my sights on their weakest link. Kane Davenport. The charismatic captain and the lone green flag in a nest of serpents. But too late, I realize I’ve enticed the most venomous snake.

At twenty-eight years old, I thought I’d finally landed it—the assignment to cover the Seattle Hawkeyes' rise to Stanley Cup glory. It should be my dream come true—a career-making opportunity that could land me the head sports journalist position at The Seattle Sunrise. But instead of being handed the story of a lifetime, I’m facing my biggest challenge yet: Coach Bexley Townsend.

Lizzie Young has always felt she was too much everything. Diagnosed with bipolar disorder at a young age, she's never fit in with her family, her friends, her community. Lizzie wants to be accepted and understood, but with few family or friends in her corner, she carries her burdens and her trauma on her own.

Trapped in a life she never wanted, Sloane is subject to the whims of rich, powerful men. She survives by playing the part, but inside she feels nothing. Because having feelings is dangerous. She's managed to stay numb for so long . . . until a rookie hockey player spots her and turns her whole world upside down.

It was twenty-two years ago when Launz and Nye met at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant in Trenton, New Jersey. Both students, Launz played college football and gigged as a guitarist on the side while Nye was promoted from kitchen cleaner to a waitress. All due to Nye's clever prowess, it took no time at all for a passionate affair to ignite. Then, as quickly as it all began, it all ended when Nye up and disappeared.

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!

Meet cutes and roses aren’t my jam. Give me a hot Beta, no promises, and an orgasm any day. Unfortunately for me, I’ve been assigned a new project at work—a daily romance column where I’ll be forced to give advice to eager readers searching for their one true love. This Omega has two options: take the job and impress my boss, or kiss my transfer to Arizona goodbye.

Carter Beckett is the NHL’s resident bad boy, top player both on the ice and in the bedroom, and quite possibly the sexiest man to ever grace my field of vision. But worst of all? He knows it. He’s arrogant, self-centered, and the man doesn’t seem to know what a filter is, let alone how to use one. He’s had everything served to him on a silver platter, including endless strings of women, and apparently, I’m up next. I have the solution to all my sexual frustrations in a drawer at home, and it’s far less complicated than Carter Beckett.

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!

Best friends. Teammates. Totally straight… until a kiss changes everything. Nate (Holky) Holcomb I’ve always been straight. No confusion, no questions—just a long list of hookups with women and a reputation for being the life of the party. But when Mad Dog moves into my house for a while, things start to get weird. Not in a bad way. Just in a “why do I want to kiss him” kind of way. We’re teammates. We’re roommates. We’re definitely not boyfriends. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

Blake Boden is the ultimate distraction—annoyingly handsome, enigmatic, and confident enough to make my teeth grind. He’s the kind of guy who could charm anyone with a single smile, and somehow, I’ve become his latest challenge. Only, I don’t do challenges—and I don’t do love. Emotions? Just chemical reactions. Distractions? Not on my agenda.

Falling for the grumpy, single dad next door wasn’t on my summer to-do list. Did I mention he’s also a football god? A really hot one? Because he is. Becoming said baller’s new nanny? Yeah, I definitely didn’t see that one coming. But nothing about Maverick Beneventi was ever what I expected. He’s the embodiment of every broody book boyfriend I’ve ever loved, wrapped in deliciously sexy muscles and covered in beautiful black ink. All scowls and sharp edges, I was sure he hated me.

Catching feelings was never part of the plan. Taking in Kason Fuller as roommate is meant to be a favor; one I regret immediately. The bumbling, virgin football player drives me to the brink of sanity—stealing my food, my sleep, my peace, and solitude. My solution? Call a ceasefire.

I’m the only woman on staff for the Windy City Warriors, and after years of putting up with a sexist lead doctor, I’m desperate to land my dream job with a new team next year. All I have to do is maintain my professional reputation for my final season in Chicago. But a Las Vegas run-in with the team’s shortstop threatens it all, leaving me with a fuzzy memory and a ring on my left hand.