It was supposed to be ‘WIN A DATE WITH A HOCKEY PLAYER’ … not ‘GO OUT ON A DATE AND GET PREGNANT!’ \ \ \* The best way to end a bad week? Get dressed up and go to some charity event and eat and drink for free. That’s what my best friend made me do. What I didn’t know was that I would be part of a “WIN A DATE WITH A HOCKEY PLAYER” contest. And it just so happens… I won. I ended up on stage with this gigantic hunk of a man. Next, we’re going out on a date. The part where I ended up in his bed? That was all my decision. The part where I ended up peeing on a pregnancy test and it came up positive? Well, let’s just call that fate…

My best bud asks me if I can let his younger, forever pain-in-the-you-know-what sister crash at my place while she gets settled into a new job. I say yes. Why not? Except I forget it’s been ten years since I’ve seen her dorky, mouth-full-of-braces face… and what shows up at my door is a beautiful WOMAN who is about to ruin my life… \ \ \* My personal life is a disaster. Yes, I might be in danger from a psycho ex. No, I haven’t told anyone what’s happening… That’s how I sort of end up at my brother’s best friend’s door. Seb was my first crush. My love. The boy I dreamed about marrying someday. Even though to him I was just his best friend’s pain-in-the-you-know-what sister. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other. The second Seb eyes me up and down, I feel more alive than I’ve been in a long time. Seb has been gorgeous from day one. Me? Not so much. Seb knows the ‘one rule’ to survive life - not to get too close to me. A silly rule because in what world would Seb and I \actually\ hook up? Well… I’m living in that world now. Things get hotter. And more dangerous. In more ways than one. I’m about to find out just how far Seb will go to love me… and protect me.

After some “off the ice legal troubles” I’m forced to see a sports psychologist. A shrink? Bullsh\*t . The only thing that makes this worse is the doc I have to see is the first and only girl- slash -woman to ever break my heart. (And now she wants to deep dive into the deepest and darkest parts of my mind?) \\\* I’m in BIG trouble. Morally. Ethically. Legally? (Maybe that one is a little bit of a stretch…) Okay, ready for the story? (Inhales a deep breath…) The guy I’ve been with for a long time, who can’t get hard for me, says he can get hard for strippers and other women… So this is my issue now? (Why does that matter?) Because… I’m a psychologist. I’m a trained professional. I’m a DOCTOR, dammit . So when I see my first true love’s name on a form, the right thing to do is pass it along. I cannot see Joe as a patient. Not after all we went through. Yet there I am, ignoring all half decent judgement, and next thing I know, Joe is sitting across from me… He’s angry. He’s temporarily suspended from his hockey team. There’s millions of dollars on the line. His career. My career. All those ethic and moral boundaries I mentioned earlier. (But I’m still in love with Joe! I never stopped loving him!) Well, I guess I just gave away what you assumed would happen next… because Joe and I are like popcorn kernels meeting oil and heat. (OMG - does that make any sense at all?) I don’t know.. . maybe my life and career imploding is just one big romantic gesture! (UGH - Joe was just supposed to always be my ex!)

DON’T SLEEP WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND’S EX. Okay. I get that. I respect that. But what about sleeping with your biggest rival’s ex? And… what about marrying her…? \ \ \* I caught my boyfriend enjoying some “oral service” from another woman. Dumping him is easy. Getting rid of him his almost impossible since I work in PR and he’s one of my clients. (Yeah, I know, don’t mix business with pleasure.) As luck would have it, he’s being traded to a new hockey team because their goalie got hurt. ENTER JAGO. When I find out just how much Jago and Brock ( my now ex ) hate one another, I kind of want to get some revenge. And Jago has no problem helping. We don’t have much of a plan at first, but after more than a few drinks and a night of wild flirting… WE WAKE UP MARRIED! I’m now living in my own “ PR nightmare ” and still have to deal with my cheating ex and I have to pretend that Jago and I are a happily newlywed couple. Before anyone asks “ can this get weirder? ” … it really does. Not only is my cheating ex still madly in love with me, he digs up some gossipy dirt on Jago that will easily destroy our fake marriage. (And I guess I should mention by this point I’m definitely starting to have real feelings for my pretend husband.)

The baddest and wildest and hottest guy on the SOLA Empire has been secretly married this entire time?! The truth? YES. \ \ \* I don’t do this kind of thing. I don’t get on a plane alone. I don’t end up gambling, drinking, and I definitely don’t end up bumping into a sexy hockey player and marrying him all in the same night. Except that’s exactly what I did. A while ago. A long while ago. So when I knock on Rome’s door and find him with another woman, it’s not that big of a deal. I’m actually there for his benefit. I want a divorce! We both get our freedom and we both can forget about this crazy secret. It’s win-win. Except… Rome doesn’t want a divorce. Think that’s crazy? Try this… Rome won’t get a divorce because he wants to put a baby in my belly!

The SOLA EMPIRE series must now come to an end... And this story is worth waiting for. Everyone has secrets... including Henry. The man who shaped my life and kept me out of trouble has died. And going back home means forcing all kinds of truths - including the fact that I've been in love with that man's granddaughter from the day I met her when she and I were kids. I never stopped loving her. Even if she's been 'off limits' this entire time. But that's not the biggest twist... She and I have a secret. A time when our feelings turned into one night of wild lust. That was a decade ago. So imagine my surprise when I show up and find out she has a son...