Birdie Her funeral unraveled decades of secrets hidden from me—horrible secrets. This rabbit hole I’ve fallen down has revealed my past is much more sinister than I could have imagined. Everything I thought I knew has been a lie, and now there’s only one place for me to turn: back to the people who have been searching for me all these years. One of those people is my newfound brother’s best friend: Lonan Burke, star defenseman for the Minnesota Lakes. His dirty talk and praise offer an easy escape as I shift into my new life. I’m ready to start anew with the ones who love me, but I’m not so sure I can settle down when I’ve just been set free. Lonan She’s back. We were kids the last time I saw her, but my innocent crush from childhood is full-grown now. And it’s not so innocent anymore. She’s a breath of fresh air from the series of one-night stands since being drafted into the NHL. I’ve only got one shot with her, and I’m not taking it for granted. I may give her the passion she’s been craving, but she’s the intimacy I’ve waited for my whole life. When her story hits the media, she needs a place to hide. I offer her sanctuary in my penthouse. For the first time, this frigid condo feels like a home, and she’s made me believe the future I’ve always wanted is within reach. For now, I’m willing to hold her hand during the day and pin them down at night. But I want more. Note: This 18+ spicy hockey romance features dirty-talking, praise, a brother's best friend, suspense, forced proximity, second-chance love, angst, and of course, a happily ever after. CW: Kidnapping, fatal car accident details. Suicide mentioned. Off-page childhood emotional and physical abuse are mentioned but not described in detail.

Freya Things are looking up for me in my new Minnesota home. My bestie’s husband hooked me up with a great apartment above the hockey bar where I currently work, and I’ve got a great side gig bringing in plenty of cash to help fund my patisserie cocktail lounge. Life is sweet. My new neighbor, on the other hand, is not. When he reveals his true self, I hate what I find. Until more of him unravels, proving we have more in common than I realized, and I don’t mean we both enjoy rock climbing or outdoor concerts. No, we have the good stuff—shared trauma. The only difference is I came out on the other side, and he’s still fighting his demons. Rhys Women aren’t going to be a distraction for me in my rookie year, where every single game feels like a try-out. I’ve got a one-year NHL contract, 365 days to prove to the Minnesota Lakes I’m worth the investment—which is why I need to stay far away from my neighbor across the hall. Everything is fine until I find out she's the same woman I subscribe to online. Turns out we know each other quite well, but she thinks we're strangers—and I plan on keeping it that way. Until one night, she steps in to do a favor for me because she’s been in my shoes before. Now I’m showing her the real me, but it might not be enough for her. This 18+ spicy hockey romance features dirty talk, praise, degredation, angst, enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity, and of course, a happily ever after. TW: Drug use, addiction, death, slut-shaming.

Raleigh Being a “puck bunny” isn’t a term I enjoy, but it’s what they call me. And I’m okay with that, as long as my nights with hockey players provide me with a taste of true love, something I’m not sure I’ll ever find. Where I grew up, there was no happily ever after. But I’ve got a body that lets me play pretend every once in a while. My first night with Barrett transformed me. He cracked the strong facade I worked so hard to build. It was blissful and heartbreaking. I planned on never seeing him again until our one\-night changed my life. But when I tried to contact him, when I needed him most, he was callous and cruel. He made it clear he never wanted to hear from me again. Barrett She was it. Then she snuck out and never left her number. Every bar, every game, everywhere I went I looked for her. It was as if she was the missing piece I didn’t even know I’d been looking for. She was empathetic, funny, and smart—and nobody has been able to live up to my Raleigh or make me feel the way she did. I vow that if we ever cross paths again, I’m not letting her out of my sight. Five years later that day finally comes. After a spontaneous meet and greet with a new Minnesota Lakes sponsor and there she is, more beautiful than ever. And this time, she has a four\-year\-old son. This 18\+ spicy hockey romance features a plus\-size FMC, dirty talk, praise, angst, secret/surprise love child, single mom, enemies\-to\-lovers, koalas with chlamydia, and of course, a happily ever after. Pregnancy, childbirth complications, post\-partum depression, bullying, slut\-shaming, sexual harassment, and explicit sex scenes.

Jordana I live my life head over heart and never rock the boat. Which is how I wound up engaged to Bryan Davenport—the biggest mistake I ever made. We were a power couple, but no one knew how cruel he could be behind closed doors. When I decide to leave, my fiancé shows just how ruthless he can be and sends me running to the last person I expected: his best man. Camden Teller is a cocky, selfish, womanizing, daredevil—and my new favorite person. Who knew a bad boy would be such a good influence? For the first time, I’m breaking rules and living unapologetically. Our unexpected camaraderie quickly morphs into a no\-strings arrangement, which I don’t mind, because even though he’s become my closest friend, he’ll never be my type. Camden I may be the new Minnesota Lakes hockey captain, but I’ll always be Banksy on the ice. Over my career, I’ve been in countless fights, being protective is part of my nature, so when the beautiful Jordana Landry shows up with nowhere to go, I don’t hesitate. Unfortunately, she’s also sophisticated, polite, and educated, which would be fine, except I’ve got a corruption kink. The more we hangout, the closer we get—and the harder it is to resist each other. Until we stop resisting. I never sleep with the same woman twice, but once with her will never be enough. However, it’s not long before I realize she’s not as innocent as she lets on. Jordan says I’m not her type… but she’s exactly mine. Please check triggers before reading