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One moment captured on a jumbotron changed my life. One glance at that screen and . . . I was Coldplayed. My fiancé getting caught canoodling on national TV was not on my bingo card for my first season of coaching the NHL's Oakland Eagles. Neither was falling for a hockey player on my roster...

I fell for the woman who's in love with my brother. As a professional hockey player, there's no shortage of women who want me. Just . . . not the woman I want. Because she's in love with my older brother. Until a freak summer rainstorm means that we're stuck together. In the mountains. With the...

A decade ago she broke me. Now she's back . . . with a kid in tow. Belle Harrison dumped me right before I got my first big contract, breaking my heart and sending me straight into a life of singlehood. Once bitten and twice shy, and all that. Of course that was before she showed up after a...

He's the captain. I'm the owner's daughter. I live next door to a hockey player who makes my heart race. Just so happens, he plays for my father's team. My overprotective, has warned me away from all hockey players, but especially those playing on the team he owns—the Oakland Eagles—father...

Simon Quigley had no idea what to expect when he agreed to do this for the money, but the eight-foot-tall pink alien isn't what he was expecting. For starters, Simon's straight. And Mohrn isn't a girl. The contract? It's unbreakable. It's going to be a long five years.

Hey, there. Fritz O’Bryan at your service, the only remaining single guy in the Camos and Cupcakes shop. My friends call me a player, and I try to live up to their expectations. I mean, the women of San Antonio are relying on me to save them from boredom. That is until I find myself practically homeless thanks to my jerk of a cat. The last person I expect to save me is world class chef Savannah Martinez. With the temperament of a Hell’s Kitchen reject, she’s the kind of woman I usually avoid. Still, beggars can’t be choosers, so I take her up on her offer.

My dad is protective. Scratch that. He's like the person who would grab a chair, place it on the lawn, and watch me walk across the street just to deliver an apple. So, when a bet between the rude, good-looking guy across the way becomes a full-on battle, it turns into absolute chaos. He says my degree is useless and that I'm a rich, spoiled princess. I say he's an idiot who only knows how to fix motorcycles and is incapable of having a clean-shaven face. He gives me a tiara. Thanks. I buy him a razor. Perfect.