When a big-city girl falls into the arms of a small-town hockey god, does he get to keep her? I’m Rowdy, and yeah, I lived up to the name. I’m the captain of the St. David Devils, the worst team of misfits in pro hockey and the most fun you’ll have on ice. We thrive on chaos. Lately though, being the town’s favorite son has become a burden. I’m restless and bored. I want more and a job offer at another team is tempting. But I can’t imagine ever leaving my hometown. Until Tressy stumbles into our local bar, dressed in a Cinderella gown and carrying her sweet little girl. She falls into my arms, looks into my eyes and steals my heart. She needs help, but she’s not used to asking for it. She’s beautiful, fiercely independent and hiding something. Luckily for her, St. David is the perfect place to lay low. And now I have the time to prove she can trust me. And to prove that the heat between us is real. I just have to convince Tressy to embrace the crazy…

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They’re absolutely wrong for each other…Rebel Erin Wright has been driving me crazy since she became my sister's best friend. Too chatty, too bright, too damn distracting. The last thing I need while adjusting to my new AHL team is her sunny personality reminding me of everything I left behind in St. David. My family. My team. My home. But when my brother's wedding forces us together for dance lessons, the heat between us ignites into something I never saw coming. One scorching kiss leads to one night that changes everything. Now I can't stop thinking about the fire beneath all that sweetness—and I want more. …and positively hot for each other.Erin Rebel Lawrence is a muscle-bound, brooding hockey player who’s made it clear he can barely tolerate me. That’s fine. My hands are full running my bakery and bookstore without chasing after my best friend's grumpy older brother. But the night of the wedding, something shifts. Maybe it's the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not watching. Maybe it's the heat in his touch during our dance. I can’t even blame the champagne. All I know is that when we end up in bed together, our chemistry is explosive. The problem? He's leaving. I'm staying. And neither of us expected to want more than one night. Some rules are made to be broken. Some walls are meant to fall. And sometimes the person who drives you crazy is the one who can drive you wild.