Hockey Rule #1: Keep your stick on the ice… and out of the coach’s daughter. On the ice, I’m a weapon. Hard muscle. Brutal checks. A temper that’s earned me too much time in the box. And I do it all for the coach who pulled me out of a dark life and put me in the game. But life hit back harder. Because the girl I want more than my next breath… is his daughter. Big heart. Dangerous curves. Too sweet for the things I want to do to her. She’s the team’s new PTA, here to keep us healthy for playoffs. And an injured hip lands me flat on her exam table, stripped bare and fighting ...

I hate Nico Moretti. The Reaper. The man who turns blood into power, whose name is spoken in fear and reverence. And in forty-eight hours, I'll be wearing his ring. Our marriage is meant to prevent a war, but it's the very thing that might ignite one. A mole is revealing sensitive information, causing chaos amongst mafia heads, threatening to destroy both our families. My father calls it business—like trading me to the devil is nothing more than balancing the books. I tell myself I can do this—I'm a Bellanti. I've survived worse than becoming a mobster's bride. But the real betrayal? My...

I gasped my boyfriend's name into the darkness, and the man inside me froze. Then he asked who I was. Ice water flooded my veins. What? The plan was to surprise my boyfriend in his bed tonight, not end up beneath someone with the same eyes and a very large...hockey stick. Sanderson is my boyfriend's older brother. College hockey star with a puck boy reputation. And I just crossed into forbidden territory… By accident. After that night, I broke up with his brother and swore to never face either of them again. But Sanderson was dead set on making me his. When he started showing up at my ...

He thought I was his—that's what his emails indicated. He thought that because our families signed on the dotted line many years ago, it was a done deal. But I ran away from that life for a reason. Little did I know, he would find me. And he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Crue wanted me to be his wife. And all I wanted was him in my bed.

A woman who can’t remember. A soldier who wishes he could forget. Hunter Everett may have gotten out of the Special Forces, but the demons that haunt him aren’t as easy to escape. His friends keep encouraging him to come stay at the Resting Warrior Ranch. After all, it was created for people like Hunter—soldiers with PTSD struggling to readjust to civilian life—but he isn’t interested. It’s better, safer, for everyone if he just remains alone. Until he discovers Jada Moyer—bruised, terrified, and with no memory of anything about her life. Cops and criminals alike seem to be ...