We hooked up. I had his baby. And he never found out - until now… Lucca Pixon is the hockey player everyone dreams about being near - and being with. And, yes, I secretly had his baby. The truth can cost me my career and get him into trouble too, so the single mom life is how I’ve been surviving. That is until I’m given an assignment. It looks like Luc has gotten himself into trouble - again - and it’s my job to write about it. The last thing I should do is randomly show up before a hockey game with a baby in a stroller and tell Luc he’s the father. Spoiler alert: that’s exactly what I do.

He tortured and picked on me when we were kids. Now I'm supposed to be his physical therapist? I've just figured out my revenge for everything he ever did to me... pain. (Just as long as those old "puppy dog crush" feelings don't kick up again.)

The hottest ice hockey player I ever met and I just got snowed in together! A weekend of temptation and passion? Yes, please. Of course... it all comes crashing down when I find out he's engaged...

I finally land my dream apartment so I can write my next book. There’s just one problem. A tall, muscular hockey player shows up and says the apartment is actually his. I tell him to leave. He tells me to leave. Next thing I know… we’re living together! (And even sleeping together - but that’s a whole other story…) \ \ \* It wasn’t my fault I tried stabbing Nesh with a knife the first time I met him. After all, he was breaking into my new apartment! Now we have a huge problem. He won’t leave. I sure as heck am not leaving. He thinks just because he’s tall and muscular and mean and insanely good looking ( in that rough, dirty way that I secretly fantasize about ) - and super rich - that I’m going to just leave and go somewhere else. I tell him to buckle up. Because we’re roommates now. In my mind, it plays out really simple. I’ll drive him crazy until he gets mad enough and just leaves. There’s just one thing I don’t account for. The angrier he gets, the hotter he gets. The hotter he gets, the hotter I feel. Maybe I sort of knew all along we’d end up in bed together. Even if that opens the door to a whole other set of problems between us…

Guess who got drunk, made out with a hockey player, and ended up all over social media? Oh, did I forget to mention that said hockey hottie proposed to me and I said yes? \ \ \* The easiest decision would be to just call the whole thing off. Live up to my mistake - or the vodka’s mistake - and move on with my life. It wasn’t my fault I was trying to rebound from my ex ( who I have no choice but to work with ). It wasn’t my fault I saw a group of women around some sexy guy and I decided right then and there to be the one to get his full attention. Okay, fine, it was all my fault. But face shame and embarrassment… and face my ex and everyone at work? I can’t do that. I have to play this thing out. That’s when things get interesting. When I tell Roman we have to pretend to be engaged, he doesn’t put up a fight. In fact, he’s all for it. There’s just one catch… I have to agree to do everything he wants me to do. No. Matter. What.

I’m pregnant. By a hockey player. My father is the head coach of the team. There’s literally no way I can tell anyone who got me pregnant… right? \ \ \* Don’t ask me ‘how did this happen?’ because I don’t have time to talk about the birds and bees and what goes on between the sheets. The fact of the matter is this - I’m pregnant by the goalie of the Inci Warriors. I broke the one rule my father set for myself and my sister. Never get involved with a hockey player. Especially one that he coach’s. And I could safely assume “don’t get pregnant” falls under that same rule too. But it’s too late. I’m pregnant. And I have to pretend I don’t know who the father is. To make matters worse - my father confides in the man who got me pregnant. They’re getting closer as my belly is getting bigger. And on top of that, the Inci Warriors have a chance to win it all this season. The biggest news of my life could ruin the biggest season in the history of the team. So it only makes sense to have everything absolutely go wrong and blow up in my face, right?