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I'm a screw-up. Proof? On my first day back in town, I accidentally assaulted an officer, who also happens to be my brother's best friend… and the only man I've ever loved. The thing is, that's only a blip on my record of mistakes. And believe me, the list is so long it could practically be two—one for all my usual screw-ups and the other for all my mistakes involving Hayes.

All I wanted was a tiny interview to secure my podcast syndication deal. What I didn’t expect? That my big break would hinge on Hunter Reed—the NHL’s newest golden boy, full-time playboy, and the guy who mistook me for a puck bunny at Oakley’s bar. Hunter Reed is six-foot-two of attitude, muscle, and maddening charm. He’s the kind of clickbait fans obsess over and network execs would kill for—and exactly the kind of man I swore I’d never chase. Especially not after our less-than-stellar first encounter... and second... and third.

I agree to teach my curvy tomboy best friend how to lose her V-card. The rules are simple: keep it strictly business. Don't fall for her. But Lily Winslow doesn't do simple. With curves that set my blood on fire and a mouth too smart for her own good, she's asking me to teach her how to drive a man wild.

Josie Hayes is always on the run. From bad decisions. From heartbreak. From cowboys. Her latest escape was supposed to be a quiet reset at her family's cabin in Tennessee—not a reckless detour at a smoky backwoods bar and definitely not a collision with Lincoln Carter. Rugged and magnetic, he's temptation in a cowboy hat, and his slow smile makes forgetting her rules far too easy. Their connection is instant, electric, and impossible to ignore. What starts with teasing glances and lingering touches spirals into a series of nights that feel like more—too much more.

SEAL operator Mikey Johnson has seen his fair share of horror. The one thing that keeps him going during his deployments is the comfort of knowing who is waiting for him at home. That is, until he returns one day to a betrayal that cuts him deeper than the rest. And love gives way to anger and mistrust. When his team ships out on their next tour, he finds that they've been assigned a new, temporary sniper from another branch. The last thing he expects is for that teammate to be a woman.

A fake dating, steamy hockey romance.

The mask she wears for the world is flawless. But I want the mess that she hides underneath. Samantha Harper is untouchable. She's the closest thing we have to royalty in my small town. Daughter of a senator. Richer than sin. Classy, elegant, and Ice cold. She's my polar opposite. And unfortunately, She's exactly my type. Too bad royalty doesn't fraternize with peasants. Until one night, Samantha Harper finds herself at my mercy, and the temptation to dirty up her flawless façade is too great.

I met the love of my life at ten years old. At sixteen, I gave him my heart. Three years later he was drafted to the NHL and moved across the country. Five years after, he’s back. And he’s meeting his daughter for the first time. I still hate him. Even if my heart says that’s a lie.

I used to love working. There was nothing I enjoyed more than seeing the auto shop I built from the ground up thriving, showing how far I’d managed to come in this brutal world. Then I hired Piper. Now she’s everywhere. At the front desk all day and right next door all night, infiltrating my life. My thoughts. I can’t deny wanting her, but there’s a line, and my name on the bottom of her paychecks is it.

Ten years later, I'm back on the island for my best friend's wedding as her maid of honor. Who's the first person I literally stumbled into? Riley Dixon. Even worse? He's the groom's best man and a self-made billionaire to boot. Being forced to spend an entire week together for wedding festivities quickly leads to more—hot hate sex, late nights of sneaking out, and unexpected revelations. The boy I knew a decade ago is gone, and the hate becomes… something else entirely. And I begin to wonder if Riley is hiding some secrets of his own.

Vincent Maddox is the bane of my existence. The cocky jerk with the God complex has made it his mission to make my life miserable since the day I moved to Chicago. New job.