He's a hot, shirtless hockey player…and he’s my fake date for my ex-husband’s wedding. Talk about a hot flash to beat all hot flashes. The wedding bells are ringing and my ex-husband is the groom! When my grown kids hook me up with a fake date to my ex-hubby's tropical island nuptials, I expect sun, sand, and plenty of fruity cocktails - not steamy nights with a shirtless pro hockey player! Roman might be all swagger on the ice, but this growly, egotistical male model of perfection has a soft side too. While I battle dresses made for twenty-somethings, awkward run-ins with my ex, and unwelcome hot flashes, Roman is there to distract me with flirty compliments, stay up late with me when I can’t sleep, and make me feel vibrant and ageless. As good as it feels, none of this is real, and Roman is way out of my league. Who’s going to believe this gorgeous, famous, muscle-bound athlete would ever date a scatterbrained, hot-flashing, insomniac nerd with twenty stubborn extra pounds around the middle? But as the big day approaches, we grow closer. Wedding activities lead to beach walks at sunset, and his oh-so-talented fingers twist my hormones up in a whole new way. Gazing into Roman’s eyes, I start to wonder if he could be my shot at a real happily ever after. That’s the thing about vacations, though; at some point, you need to return to reality. Hot Flashes and Hockey Slashes is a single dad pro hockey romance with plenty of spice and a game-winning HEA. It’s the first book in the Hot Flash Hookups series, and can be read as a standalone.

In the cutthroat world of professional sports, I’m the agent who always calls the shots. Until a decade-old feud with hockey superstar Banks Bennet resurfaces, and I’m forced to play nice. When his agent drops him and rumors of a trade swirl through the league faster than a puck on a breakaway, I find myself in the dreaded role of Banks’s new agent. There’s no doubt I can save his career from crashing into the boards, but only if we don’t strangle each other first. All I need to do is whip this man-baby into shape and negotiate an epic contract that will establish me once and for all as the top hockey agent in the league. No problem, right? But between babysitting Banks, battling perimenopausal mood swings, and fighting this annoying attraction to my client, I’m facing a hat trick of challenges. Not everything about Banks is what it seems. Under all that bravado and childish behavior lies a sensitive and considerate guy who values more than just his time on the ice–leaving me to wonder if maybe there's more to life than just wins and losses. If I’m not careful, my emotions might have me losing control and throwing away the professional playbook for a shot at happily ever after… and that’s not how this game is played.

When I kissed her in that crowded bar, I had no idea she was my coach’s daughter. I know better, believe me. It’ll never happen again. I’m on the cusp of hanging up my hockey skates forever while embroiled in a custody battle for my young daughter. I have no business getting involved with any woman. Least of all the one that’s totally off limits. Chloe, meanwhile, is embarking on a new chapter in life, determined to push aside pesky signs of impending middle age and focus on fun and adventure. Which means she has no problem exercising her flirting skills–or flaunting her impressive hockey moves and sultry good looks. In fact, I think she enjoys torturing me. When I need a nanny to prove to the judge I have the means to take care of my daughter, Chloe steps in as the perfect solution. Before I know it, she’s moved into my house, filling it with her vibrant energy and charm, and winning over both my daughter and me. It’s getting harder and harder to deny I have a crush on my coach’s daughter, my kid’s nanny. Suddenly, Chloe isn’t the only one breaking out into night sweats…