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Uncovering a human trafficking ring, Brody unknowingly brought danger to the doorstep of the only woman he ever truly loved, and their family, who he desperately wants to protect. After being rescued from captivity and working hard to remember the family he was forced to leave behind, drugged to forget, Brody holds the power and proof to bring down all the powerful people behind the heinous crimes against humanity. Now he lies on a cot, in an eight-by-ten jail cell, thinking about his next move while being consumed with worry about their safety.

More than two decades ago, she was mine. Then I lost her heart, but not her friendship. Now Tessa's husband, one of the greatest men I ever knew, is gone, having sacrificed his life for their daughter. And my wife is a cheating whore, but I won't let her run off into the sunset with her senator just yet. She still has a few more months to be a mother to our son before he graduates. But Tessa . . . I know her. She wants to show her grown children that she's okay—hell, she always pretended to be alright when she wasn't—that even after a devastating loss, life can go on.

When we met, the world around us turned upside down and nothing made sense. When we come together in body, there is nothing hotter. In desire, nothing deeper. In the realization of one true love, there is nothing stronger. This journey—through hell on earth—has brought me to the point in my life where I finally know I'm capable of love and deserving of it too. Will I be able to give Harper the love her father always wanted for her? Will our souls finally come together, giving us the beautiful life that I know we deserve?

Senior year's focus should be all about securing my spot with the Brooklyn Bears. I should be skating easy. I should be… but I'm not. I'm about to make an enemy out of the one person I should be bowing to—Coach Kosta. Not my fault he hired a smoke show to be our team photographer. One with hella curves, southern charm, and impeccable taste in men—me. One who confessed she'd never given herself to anyone but trusted that I was the right man for the job. They say, "sticks over chicks," but whoever coined that phrase had obviously never met a girl like Kameron Kosta, the coach's niece.

I hurt thinking of what may have happened to you. I hurt knowing that wherever you are, you're unable to get back to us. I hurt knowing that I've failed in finding you. I hurt knowing I'm either crazy believing that you're out there somewhere, and I hurt thinking you aren't. Our little Lexington is six months old and cutting her first tooth. She's healthy and happy, and every day, she looks more and more like you.

Three years ago, I threw my cap in the air and left Lincoln University behind with a degree to prove I was job-worthy, a trophy saying I was one hell of an athlete, and enough experiences in love to know I'd never truly been in it. I'm successful in every aspect of my life. So why does the thought of spending a holiday with my college friends make me want to stoke the fire, curl up with a bottle or two of wine alone? Two names: Dean Costello, owner of the Brooklyn Bears professional Ice Hockey team, and Cody Warren, superstar quarterback for the New York Knights, under the same roof… again.

Returning from Texas after summer break, which I spent working and training, I expected a temperature change. Hell, I welcomed the chill, but I didn't expect to be completely frozen out by the only chick at Lincoln University who I thought about almost as much as I do hockey. When I saw Riley Park for the first time, the universe shifted. Which sounds completely lame, but I take issues with liars; therefore, I refuse to be one. I, Theo Rivera, was enchanted by her. Was? Yeah. Because now… now I'm just pissed.

They say never judge a book by its cover, but as an avid reader of "those kinds of books" and a member of my mom’s book club, it’s hard not to. I mean, who can blame me for lusting after a hot, tattooed, pierced, bad boy with milk chocolate eyes and all that amazing hair.

In my final semester at Lincoln University, Coach Kosta insists I need a tutor to raise my Stats grade so I don't tank the men's hockey team's GPA. With NHL dreams hanging in the balance, I'll swallow my pride to prove I'm a team player. But hold onto your sticks, ladies and gents, because fate has an icy twist: Dylan Daniels, ice queen and center of Lincoln's women's ice hockey team, is going to be my tutor. We go way back, all the way to the days we'd race in her old man's rink. My presence made her foot-stomping mad back then, and apparently, it still does.