One text to the wrong number…mine…and everything changed. He won’t tell me his last name, and maybe that should throw up a thousand red flags, but when I’m all alone in a new city and struggling to make ends meet, his texts are the lifeline I’ve been desperate for. But I never would have answered that text if I’d known that Lincoln Daniels, superstar hockey player extraordinaire was the one sending them. He’s trying to sweep me off my feet now. He says he’s obsessed. He wants me wearing his number…permanently. The question is…is he still the wrong number, or can this hockey god prove he’s Mr. Right? \* Lincoln Daniels is a morally grey antihero who is obsessed with his girl and will do anything to keep her. This is a darker hockey romance. The Pucking Wrong Number is a hockey romance standalone from USA Today and International Bestselling Author C.R. Jane.

I came to L.A. for my fresh start…and then my past showed up. I’ve moved on. At least that’s what I’ve told myself all these years after the boy from the streets left me to pursue his dreams. I have my own dreams now. And they don’t involve a 6’4 tatted hockey star who thinks he’s god. He tells me I’m the one. That he came back for me all those years ago… That he’s never going to let me go. The question is…is Ari Lancaster going to break my heart again? Or has my Mr. Wrong been the right guy all along… The Pucking Wrong Guy is a hockey romance standalone from USA Today and International Bestselling Author C.R. Jane.

Lincoln, Ari, and Walker are back in a holiday novella… I hate Christmas. Years and years of disappointment have taught me that Christmas is the worst. I don’t like the music, the food, the decorations…anything. And Lincoln Daniels, my tattooed hockey god of a husband, thinks he’s going to change that… I tell him it’s not going to happen. But the thing about Christmas… And Lincoln… Is that they’re both a little magical. The question is…can Lincoln work his magic and change my mind, or is the season all wrong for me after all…

Walker Davis is going to ruin me… but for once, it might be worth it. I’m a pariah, an outcast, and my life is not my own. I went to that hockey game hoping for an escape and found one in him. They call Walker Davis “Disney” for a reason, because the superstar goalie is the “Prince Charming” of every girl’s dreams. He told me he understood I just wanted one perfect night… But now he’s everywhere I go. He seems to know everything about me. He keeps saying I’m the one. And he’s trying to change my last name. He’s crazy… A wrong date can never be a happily ever after though… right? \*Note: Walker Davis is a morally grey antihero who is obsessed with his girl and will do anything to keep her. This is a darker hockey romance.

Whoever heard of a homeless ballerina? Everyone in my life has always disappointed me, but NHL hockey star Camden James says he never will. We meet, and then in a single blink, he’s made me his roommate, promising me I don’t have to worry about anything ever again. They call him a hero, and that’s what I desperately need. I remind myself it’s all temporary. That I shouldn’t get used to it. But he has other ideas. Camden tells me he’s obsessed, that he’s going to change my life, that he’ll never let me go. But as more time passes, I wonder if it’s going to take a villain to get me my happily ever after. And Camden James just might be the right man for the role. \*Note: Camden James is a morally grey antihero who is obsessed with his girl and will do anything to keep her. This is a darker hockey romance. The Pucking Wrong Man is a hockey romance standalone.

THE PUCKING WRONG \- Where heartbreak and happy endings rule . . . One text to the wrong number, mine . . . and everything changed. He won't tell me his last name, and maybe that should throw up a thousand red flags, but when I'm all alone in a new city and struggling to make ends meet, his texts are the lifeline I've been desperate for. But I never would have answered that text if I'd known that Lincoln Daniels, superstar hockey player extraordinaire was the one sending them. He's trying to sweep me off my feet now. He says he's obsessed. He wants me wearing his number . . . permanently. The question is . . . is he still the wrong number, or can this hockey god prove he's Mr. Right?