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Kyran Harbor is everything I'm not. Rich. Popular. A superstar football player who's awfully broody for someone who has it all. Basically, he's a preppy jock who hates me. Oh, and he's also my stepbrother. That's right. We're stuck together, sharing a school, a house, a bathroom. Honestly I wouldn't care if he wasn't such an uptight control freak who messes with me just because we're different. I had every intention of avoiding him when we got to college. Until abrupt misfortune forces us both into a compromising position.

I’ve been secretly in love with Wilhelmina Reddi-Grinst since the third grade. I should be the one taking her to our small-town high school reunion. The prom king finally gets his chance with the valedictorian. Except she hates me. To the world, I’m a pro hockey player with a million dollar smile. To Hemi, I’m the menace who (accidentally) sank her bike to the bottom of the lake. I never thought I’d be able to right my wrongs until she took the team’s PR job. I’d hoped I was making progress, winning her over—one geriatric polka party at a time.

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!

Most men I date are scared away as soon as they meet my family. Travis isn’t most men. He’s stared down the barrel of my father’s gun without flinching. He should have run, though. If he had, he wouldn’t be lying in a hospital bed right now. I never wanted to believe my family would be capable of doing this. But that little voice in the back of my head likes to remind me of who I am. Who I’ll always be. Liliana Valentino, daughter of Theo Valentino, the current Don of the Valentino Crime Family.

As the PT for the Bringham Bobcats, he knows they're loud, cocky, and more trouble than they're worth. Not to mention painful reminders of the career ripped from his grasp a decade ago—a past he's desperate to leave behind. All he needs to do is finish his business course and open his own practice to be free of hockey forever. It's all going according to plan, until a dirty-mouthed young hotshot who won't take no for an answer waltzes into his office, and Jamie's forced to reconsider whether he's ready to give up on the game.

The last thing I needed was a wife… but that's precisely what I got when I showed up at my father's house to discuss the new girl in town. I walked in single, only to storm out a very married man. Mackenzie Mercer can never be mine. Not when she belonged to my enemy. But for better or worse, we're in this together. We both have something at stake. She needed protection. I needed answers.

What could be worse than having a one-night stand with my twin’s biggest rival on the ice? Umm…nothing. Nothing is worse than that. It’s the reason why my brother can never find out that I hooked up with Maverick McKinnon, ridiculously hot defenseman for the Western Wildcats.

Kendra Ames is a driven young producer in need of a bachelor for her reality show. When she meets Lee Sullivan, the retired captain of Lakes hockey team, they have an instant connection. After listening to Kendra’s pitch, Sully decides he would rather pursue her instead. However, when the show’s network makes him an offer for his dream job with a unique stipulation, he can’t refuse.

The one guy I never wanted to see again...just moved in across the hall. To make things worse, he doesn’t even remember the moment our lips touched and stars exploded. Misunderstandings collide when the tabloids mistake me for his secret girlfriend. They love me because I’m an all-American girl, and he’s a football star. Plus, we sort of grew up together. Hometown romance sells.

My football player ex cheated on me, so the last thing I need is to fall for another quarterback. Especially when he’s still mourning his baby mama who tragically passed away. After I accidentally plow my car into Nick Silva’s bumper, I can’t blame him for not hiring me to be his daughter’s nanny, but I’m still salty about it. I need the money to go on a trip of a lifetime, one my ex didn’t want me to take. The worst part is Nick just moved in next door.

A little white lie never hurt anyone . . . or so I thought. One fake date and we’d go our separate ways, at least that’s how hockey’s hottest golden boy—Nixon Sinclair—convinced me this would work. But it turns out, Nix had other plans. Now I’m sneaking around with my brother’s teammate, refusing to admit he’s everything I want but never knew I needed.

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.

My dad abandoned me as a baby. My mom just kicked me out. Oh, and I can’t stand hockey. It’s shocking how many drunken secrets Dane Sinclair fleeces from me the night we meet. It’s supposed to be a one-night stand. No numbers. No strings attached. A release we both desperately need. Neither of us expect to come face-to-face again on my first day working for the Redville Saints. Dane thinks I targeted him. That I seduced him, knowing he’s their star enforcer.

The knight charging to her rescue is the last person in the world she wants to see. Now she owes him, and he’s ready to collect. When I spot Serena Lambert in danger, I don’t think twice—I jump in to help. It’s only after that I realize what I’ve done: I’ve played the knight in shining armor for the woman who probably hates my guts more than anyone else on the planet. Serena, the Blizzard’s PR director and the bane of my existence, looks just as shocked as I feel. Guess she thought she was finally rid of me. But bad pennies? We always turn up.

With a baseball scholarship to Easton University and awesome family and friends, my life is pretty golden. Except, things have never come together for me in the romance department. Until Kellan Crawford walks onto the field as the team's newest bat boy. Bells and whistles go off in my body, and just like that, I'm totally crushing on a guy for the first time in my life. Too bad he's the coach's son and officially off-limits.

When Aiden and Dani meet on his college campus, their playful banter and physical chemistry immediately draw them to each other. It's easy for one accidental meet-cute to become a standing date, and for a certain understanding to develop between them. Because neither one of them has any interest in anything serious. Over time, their physical relationship blossoms into an actual friendship. Before long, they're texting for no reason, meeting each other's friends, and spending nights together that don't end between the sheets.

I made a deal with my brother a long time ago to never date his teammates. Technically, Rowan Landry, the hot as hell center for the Chicago Falcons, is no longer my brother’s teammate. Or his best friend. Their college days are long behind them, and they barely talk now. Also, I’m not dating him—we’re just sleeping together. There’s a difference.

Grace is all too aware of the hot, broody defenseman for the Tampa Bay Ospreys, with his icy blue eyes and ink sprawling his muscular arms - and she has far too much fun testing Jaxson at every turn. It was just one steamy night of teasing, flirting and messing around knowing nothing would ever come of it. But when the universe throws Grace and Jaxson back together two weeks later on a secret road trip, all bets are off.

Teagan Hunter presents Book 3 in the Seattle Serpents series.

On the surface, I've got it all. I'm the starting goalie and captain of the Colorado Bulldogs hockey team. I've got more money than I know what to do with. I can count an entire team of elite athletes as my friends. And according to the pundits, I'm an eligible bachelor. That's the image everyone sees, but it's just a role I play, a part dictated by my career. So, those questions I have about why I don't crave sexual contact the way my teammates do, questions I'm afraid to ask with the world watching… I decided a long time ago it didn't make sense to look for answers until after I retired.