An alternate cover edition can be found here. Hockey’s most eligible bachelor must run interference to get the one girl he can’t have. Sydney: I’d never even heard of Caleb Prescott, God’s gift to hockey. Who watches hockey anyways? Not me, I’m too busy with college and work. My part-time just for fun job has now asked me to recruit this player for a new dating show. Sounds easy enough. . .until he insists I become part of the show. Caleb: I only agreed to compete on the dating show to get closer to Sydney—the redhead pixie I’d do anything to see again. But unlike the women competing for my affection, or the puck bunnies desperate for my attention, Sydney isn’t impressed by my hockey skills. I never miss a shot, I don’t care if she calls interference, I’ll do anything to win her heart.

All I’ve ever wanted was to be a Prescott on my own accord. I’m done being “Caleb and Jonny’s little brother.” I’m over being “Noah Prescott’s youngest son.” I’m ready to be Porter Prescott—period. So tell me why—on the day I’m set to leave the state that made me—my future walked into the coffee shop I was hanging out at? Everything draws me to her. The way she holds herself. The way she so clearly doesn’t give a shit. But also, the ghosts that haunt her eyes. I thought the fight to be Porter Prescott was hard. Nothing prepared me for the fight that was loving Asher Scott. Note from the Author: This is the second edition of Porter's story. The Playmaker was originally published in 2017, as Altercation and Holding / The Playmaker Duet. Please know, if you have the original duet, you do not need this edition. Any and all changes that have been made were incredibly minor. If you're new to me and my Love In All Places world, welcome to the family!

It’s been one hell of a year. If I’m being honest, it’s been one hell of a life. For years my worth has been tied up in one of two things: goaltender for the San Diego Enforcers, and husband—then ex-husband—of the oldest MacTavish daughter. Regret is a heavy thing and it’s weighing on me. Now I’m retiring myself up to the wooded island my family called a second home growing up. Getting away from the limelight. Feeling closer to my roots. I’m fully prepared to live out the rest of my life alone up here in seclusion. And then I meet her. Timid. Cautious. And so damn beautiful. I should stay away. She doesn’t need my brand of baggage. But damn, I can't help myself.