The NHL’s been at my door since I was 18. But I’d never leave the Swedish Hockey League—Not while raising my little brother. But now he’s grown and the Carolina Reapers show up with my greatest weakness: Langley Pierce, their new head of PR. I’ve never been able to say no to her. She’s fierce, independent, and the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. She also has a stubborn streak wider than my entire country. One comment from her smart mouth about never dating again, and I propose. No, really, I actually propose: A six-month marriage contract in exchange for signing with the Reapers. I want to date this woman so badly that I’m going to marry her first. I’ll use each day to show her how a queen should be treated. Our wedding day started a countdown I’m powerless to stop, And the faster the months fly, the harder I fall. She’s sworn she’ll never choose a man over her career, And I promised never to ask her to. Until I’m forced to. How can we move forward when we started this whole thing backwards? If I can’t convince her this marriage is anything but fake—The next document we sign will crush us both. Welcome to the Carolina Reapers, Samantha Whiskey’s newest hockey series where the chill of the ice meets sultry southern nights.

I never thought I’d achieve my dream of playing for the NHL—Not while I’m my mom’s sole caretaker. But the Carolina Reapers offer me a deal I can’t refuse: A spot on their roster and top-rated support for my mom’s battle with Parkinson’s. Balancing an NHL schedule and my mother’s care fills every minute of my day, But one glance at Scythe’s bartender, and I’m looking for ways to make time. Echo Hayes is my exact opposite: she’s wild—I’m reserved. She’s fearless—I’m careful. She’s a 1 a.m. last call, and I’m a 7 a.m. practice. On paper, we shouldn’t work. But in reality, our chemistry burns hotter than these Charleston nights. We’ve agreed to no-strings, But every taste leaves me wanting more. And more is where she draws the line. The past haunts her, and my obligations own my present. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting a future with her. Our worlds are drastically different—And when they collide? The fallout jeopardizes my contract, and puts our hearts on the line. Now I’m the one begging her to risk it all—Or we’ll lose everything worth fighting for. Welcome to the Carolina Reapers, Samantha Whiskey’s newest hockey series where the chill of the ice meets sultry southern nights.

I’m famous for two things—being one of the best defensemen in the NHL and my classic pranks. My teammates always said one of my jokes would bite me in my Scottish arse one day, and they were right. After a prank goes wrong, I’m sentenced to six weeks community service under none other than the sexy, rule-abiding, smart-mouthed city clerk of Sweet Water—Annabelle Clarke. Lucky for me it’s offseason. Unlucky for me? I want Annabelle like I want my next breath. She’s smart, luscious, and wound-tighter than a Scottish drum. Och, I’d love to be the one to help loosen her strings. She’s made it clear that while I’m under her employment, she won’t be under me. The white-hot chemistry we can’t deny must be ignored at all costs. But bantering with her is soon my favorite pastime And she’s the sweetest forbidden fruit I’ve ever tasted As we grow closer, one thing is absolutely clear A summer with Annabelle Clarke can only end one of two ways: Satisfaction or surrender. And I can only hope we can weather the storm when the sky inevitably crashes down on us.

As the best offensive defenseman in the NHL, you’d think my skills would get more notice than my face. Ridiculous, but I’ve been dubbed the “pretty boy” since rookie year. Pair the looks with my multi-million-dollar career, and it’s a recipe to get used. I’ve been burned before, and it’s never happening again. Then I meet Delaney Collins—Charleston’s impossibly sexy librarian. She’s brilliant, funny, and the chemistry between us crackles every time we touch. But she doesn’t have a clue who I am. Delaney treats me like a normal person, seeing straight to the heart of me. And all it wants is her. Only problem? She hates celebrity athletes. Her own dark past has ensured she’ll never take a chance on one again. But the deeper we get, the harder it is for me to admit what I do on the ice. All I’ve ever wanted is for someone to love me for me—not the paycheck, the fame, or the face. But I’m not sure love will be enough to save us when the truth comes out.

I’m the fastest and most feared skater in the NHL. With a temper like mine, I can’t afford to make mistakes. But one insane night in Vegas, and I wake up married to the biggest mistake of all: Persephone VanDoren—the head of our team’s charitable foundation. Sure, the petite blonde is sweet enough to give the entire state of South Carolina a toothache, but I’ve never been one for the debutantes. She’s everything I’ve fought against my whole life—wealthy, perfect, gorgeous, and her sharp little tongue presses every single one of my buttons. Our fights are almost as electric as our chemistry and there is no denying the tension sizzling between us. But I’m a monster with a dark past that will ruin a princess like her. She needs this marriage to appear real. And I need to remember it’s fake. Because the longer we stay hitched, the more I want to be her forever. The whole world views me as her personal Hades, but I’ll go to war with both our demons to save her happily ever after.

It’s my first day back with the Carolina Reapers and the elevator just stopped. At least I’m in here with the girl of my dreams. London Foster is smart, sexy, and everything I’ve ever wanted—Until the elevator doors finally open and she runs right into my biological brother’s arms. Maxim is everything I hate—the chosen son who wasn’t a dirty little secret. I grew up with a hardworking single mom. He had a perfect family with our NHL legend father. Not only is his arm around London, he’s just been signed to the Reapers. He might have history with London, But I’m ready to fight for her future. Our chemistry can’t be matched—she walks into the room and we’re on fire. And the way she sighs my name? Perfection. But she’s our new game day coordinator, and to keep her position, we have to keep ours under wraps. And with my brother fighting for her at every turn? The secrets between us could be enough to send us all up in flames.

Four years ago, one mistake—one woman—cost me my NHL team. I’ve worked every day since to ensure I’m irreplaceable to the Carolina Reapers. I’m faster, stronger, and sure as hell smarter. With a new million-dollar endorsement deal, I’m at the top of my game—Until I realize the very woman who got me traded is now the CEO who just signed my deal—under the guise of making amends. Brilliant, gorgeous, infuriating Bristol McClaren now owns my ass for the next six months. I might despise her for what happened between us, but I’m legally locked in. Worse? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that smart mouth since that night. She screams sex and power and everything I know better than to touch. But logic doesn’t matter when our chemistry incinerates every good intention. We’re either at each other’s throats or desperate to rip each other’s clothes off. This can’t work. She’s high class New York, and I’m married to the ice in Charleston. That doesn’t stop me from wanting. When it comes to this woman, I might just forget the past and give her free rein to burn my future. Because one without her in it just isn’t an option.

She’s the girl next door, and for the next two weeks I’ll be her NHL star boyfriend. When Ryleigh Dunham needs a date for my sister’s wedding—one confident and sexy enough to make her ex jealous—I’m more than happy to sign up for the job. After all, Ryleigh isn’t the feisty teenager I used to know—now she’s all fiery passion, delectable curves, and a smart mouth I can’t get enough of. Only problem is, I can’t stop the electricity crackling between us every time we’re “faking it.” And the longer we play the game, the harder I’m falling. Ryleigh feels it too, but she’s stuck in a past that refuses to let her go. Now I’m playing for her future, and if we can’t see beyond our stubbornness, we may lose our shot at one hell of a happily ever after.

They call me Demon for a reason—I’m the most ruthless Reaper on the ice. I’m not the person who finds a baby on their doorstep. Except, after a morning run, I am. And the note accompanying the little bundle says she’s mine. Looks like I'm the newest single dad in the NHL. I was nothing but a burden on my aunt and uncle after my parents died, and I’d decided I’d never have children. But it seems fate has other ideas, and now I’ve got a three\-month\-old daughter…and zero clue how to take care of her. Insert my new nanny—Fiona Andrews, the gorgeous, stubborn, and more than qualified woman who is saving my ass. She moves in, and suddenly my upside\-down world feels more balanced than ever before. She’s magic with my daughter, patient with me, and has a mouth that drives me wild. There are lines we can’t cross, shouldn’t cross…and yet keep crossing. I’m falling fast, but it’s not just my heart that’s at risk anymore, and if we eliminate those professional boundaries? I could lose them both.

The leading scorer on the Reapers has the unspeakable yips…and it’s me. The second my NHL legend of a father appears, I can’t shoot to save my life. And my mistakes might cost my team our playoff spot. No pre-game superstition can fix it—I’m broken. Adding to the pressure, my little sister’s best friend just became my roommate for the next five months. Evangeline Walsh. The curvy photographer with a heart of gold. She’s in my kitchen, baking treats as scrumptious as her body. She’s in my living room, torturing me with pajama bottoms that beg to be peeled off. And when we cross that line, we discover she’s also my cure. She’s my newest pre-game ritual, but it’s so much more than that. I can’t keep my hands off her, and each time leaves me craving more. But my life plays out in front of the camera, and Evie wants to stay behind the lens. When my past comes back to bite us, I’ll have to risk everything to show her she’s not just a lucky charm—She’s my endgame.