The job she loves or the man she loves? With a high powered job in public relations for an NHL franchise, Eloise Robertson is well acquainted with the arrogant and cocky bad-boys of hockey. She's all business. And not one shred of monkey business. So of course she isn't interested in team owner Sheehan Murphy's expensive new center, Cole Fiorino. Through a chance encounter over addictive white carbohydrates, Cole worms his way underneath El's icy façade. Like a tick with six pack abs. But El has bigger issues when local small business owners want to thwart Murphy's efforts to open a high-end whiskey bar attached to the arena. Cole Fiorino and his sexy smile and equally sexy demands will have to wait. Or, will they? AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a full-length, standalone romance with a HEA. For a very limited time, the eBook version of Colleen's #1 Sports Romance - Benched will be included with this book for FREE. All Colleen's steamy romances are FREE with Kindle Unlimited.

She's unique. Different. The moment we met I was gone. Long gone. From her pink hair to her vintage Converse sneakers. I have to have her and I always get what I want. Even if it means my dark secret could be exposed. My addiction to her might ruin my career. Maybe even my life. I'm the most badass goalie the NHL has ever seen and my save percentage is inspiring. Almost as impressive as my chiseled body and ahem...other huge assets. I can snag any explosive rebound, any one-timer from the point and anything else that flies my way. I'll lead my team to the Stanley Cup or die trying. But my desire for Kylie puts my Hall of Fame career on the line. That and him. A vicious sociopathic blast from the past that I thought I'd never have to see again. And never wanted to. I'm a rich, famous hockey player—she's a personal assistant. On paper we don't fit. But there's one place where we fit. Like a glove. I have a stellar career and family obligations so I know I shouldn't get involved with her. It's too perilous. I can't fall...risk losing my heart. But for the first time, I woman sees me. The real me. Not some walking wallet that distributes Benjamins like a malfunctioning ATM. And I sure as hell want her. Her tempting curves beg me to take it all. But she's been hiding something from me too. She has a secret that threatens to destroy us both. Even worse than mine. And so the superstar goalie is actually afraid. Because if either of those secrets see the light of day, it's over. Done.

The first time I saw her, I stopped dead in my tracks. From her long blonde hair to her piercing gaze that can see straight through to my soul, she slayed me. My sweet, innocent Hannah. When I’m with her, I feel unstoppable. She’s my angel. I have to have her and I always get what I want. Even if it means putting my budding NHL career on the line. My addiction to her might ruin my chances to make the roster of the Rochester Riot. I was passed over by an ignorant scout during my senior year of college but my skills are still inspiring. Almost as impressive as my chiseled body and ahem…other huge assets. I can stop any breakaway, keep the crease crystal clear and force the enemy’s attacking forwards to scream for their mama. I’ll master this open tryout to bring my pro hockey dream to fruition or die trying. But my desire for Hannah puts my Cinderella second chance on the line. That and him. A criminal, raging alcoholic piece of sh\*t. One I’m not proud of and never thought I’d see again once they locked him in the pen and threw away the key. I’m a front office executive and NHL wannabe – she’s the sister of my dreaded ex. On paper we don’t fit. But there’s one place where we fit. Like a glove. Nothing is more important that my ultimate goal of becoming a professional athlete so I know I shouldn’t get involved with her. It’s too perilous. I can’t fall…risk losing my heart. But for the first time, I woman sees me. The real me. Not some high-class suit pumping and dumping women so fast they’re swirling around my body like a schizophrenic tornado. And I sure as hell want her. Her tempting curves beg me to take it all. So I’ve been hiding something from her. The truth about my past. I have a secret that threatens to destroy our future. And so the confident executive turned rookie is actually afraid. Because if my family drama sees the light of day, it’s over. Done.

She's turned demanding to speak to the manager into an art form. But her name's not Karen, it's Bristol. And her bossy streak makes me want to risk it all. During my teammate Cole's wild bachelor party, a sassy blonde puts an unwelcome damper on our raunchy fun. After just one look... I don't even know what hit me. She storms into my reckless playboy world with her platinum blonde hair, pouty lips and curves for days. For the first time since I was drafted, I tee it up, take a swing, and - Big. Fat. Miss. \\ cue screeching tires here \\ Bristol McKay delights in heating my heart to smoldering and then leaving it in pieces. Or does she? Maybe she has a darn good excuse underneath all that bristling beauty and bluster. The reason why she's spent her whole life honing her hatred of hockey players. But I'm going to melt the frost from her wicked tongue and love every single second of it. Even though every time I taste her, touch her, want her the Universe gives me a thousand reasons why I shouldn't.

Lines are meant to be crossed… What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. At least that’s what I’ve always heard. But I’m pretty sure they also say that a diamond lasts forever. And the mystery woman leaving my sin city hotel room – the one with legs for days and the sexiest backside I’ve ever seen? She’s wearing one on her left hand that goes right along with the official looking marriage certificate I find in my gym bag even as her intoxicating scent still lingers on my bedsheets. Although I can’t remember how we got hitched, I know I want her more than I’ve ever wanted a woman before. With my heart aching in my chest, I make one fatal mistake by letting her leave after our one night of wedded bliss. She’s my wife and I don’t even know her name. Apparently, tequila and matrimony don’t mix. But despite my Rochester Riot buddies begging me to forget all about it, destroy the evidence and fly home to fulfill my NHL dreams, I don’t want a divorce. I want her.

I always put it in the net... As the new guy on the Rochester Riot, I’m used to dealing with haters and trolls. My opponents come after me fast and hard, while fair weather fans play armchair quarterback about my talent or lack thereof. But they never mention how I look – they never ridicule me for my body. I don’t know what it’s like to be called fat, ugly, disgusting, even… worthless. When I meet the voluptuous Phoebe at a Riot athletic wear event, her haunted eyes tell me she’s been bullied in the past. She can’t believe that my body tightens and my heart thumps whenever I’m around her. I’m a lonely giant of a man, so her size is one of the things I love most, especially those sweet curves that make my mouth water. So when a thug targets her again for her weight – he dares me to cross the line. You see, I already consider Phoebe mine and what belongs to me… I protect that with my life. And after I lay him flat, I’ll lay her bare.