A forced-proximity, naked-man-on-my-couch hockey romcom that'll have you snort-laughing! You have to be pretty desperate to consult someone referred to as the Drunken Psychic for insight into your perennially single status. But that's me... Until now. Because tonight, after trying to make heads or tails of the psychic's mysterious pronouncements about my love life, I arrive home to find a man on my couch. A very naked, very muscley, very handsome man. Did I mention he was butt naked? And things only get more confusing from there. We have a whole conversation, in which he reveals that he's the star center for the Wilcox Wombats hockey team, Rock Stevens. And that Rock is actually his real name. And that he's in town for a week for an all-star pickleball tournament. And that my apartment is actually his apartment. And then he refuses to leave. Things only get more confusing from there. As we try to navigate our sudden forced-roommates situation while the landlord gets to the bottom of the mixup, Rock decides to turn the tables. Instead of being annoyed that I'm in his apartment, he suddenly becomes charming. Sweet, even. And even though I know it's a mistake, he charms me right up onto the kitchen counter, and... well, you can imagine the rest. The guy's only in town for a week. Surely I can protect my silly single heart for that long? But with every stolen kiss and whispered promise, I can't help but wonder if I'm the one who’s getting played.

Sly Remington has a plan. And it does not involve falling in love with his high school crush, the literal girl next door. But sometimes, fate makes plans of its own... Pro hockey has always been my destiny. And now that I’m right wing for the Wilcox Wombats? It’s my past and present… but I’m not so sure if it’s my future. I’m on the older side now, as hockey stars go, and I’m starting to worry about my lack of a backup plan. The issue? I’m no rocket scientist. Hockey’s what I’m good at. Sure, I graduated high school (with the help of my ultimate high school crush, Clara Connor, who was literally the girl next door.) And I got through college because everyone there was pretty invested in keeping me on the ice. Now? I’m working on the next phase of my life, but I can’t pretend I’ve got much faith that it’ll work out. I know who I am and what I’m good at. The same thing the women I date an athlete. Period. But when my little brother drops the bomb of his engagement and Mom insists I come home solo, everything gets thrown into question. Not because Mom doesn't want me bringing a puck bunny to the wedding, but because she's got a matchmaking master plan up her sleeve. And guess who she has in mind? None other than my HS tutor, Clara Connor, the newly divorced single mom living right next door. Did I mention she has a five-year-old daughter who’s better at getting my goat than my little brother on his best day? Clara is a scientist now, and she’s got a lot on her plate already. So when Mom thrusts us together repeatedly, I do my best to be a good guy. Standup. Respectable. Friendly. The thing is, Clara still gets under my skin. And when she tells me she had a crush on me back then too, and that maybe she still does? The gloves are off.

My life was in order until a bikini-clad trespasser decided to take a dip in my hot tub in the middle of a cold winter night. So I asked her to be my fake girlfriend. She’s house-sitting next door, got locked out, and decided the best way to stay warm was to sit in my hot tub. (I’m not sure how the hard cider she pilfered out of my outdoor fridge fit into her plan…) From the beginning, my temporary next-door neighbor has been chaos embodied, but she just might be what I need to keep my baby-crazy mother from setting me up with anything in possession of a uterus. This craziness is the last thing I need as I battle a hip injury that might end my season and my career early, and try to get to the bottom of the secret my mother is keeping about our family. The girl next door is everything I usually avoid, and our situation is just for show... until I realize chaos might be exactly what I need. Grumpy Goalie is a standalone, hockey romcom by USA Today bestseller Delancey Stewart that offers her trademark humor, heart and heat!

My hockey career is on fire, so when my best friend from high school (and the girl I'd always want) shows up on my doorstep in trouble, I have a turn her away (not likely!) or propose. Back then, Josephine Baxter was the unattainable debutante who took pity on the kid from the wrong side of town.We were unlikely best friends. And she was the girl I’d never have. At least not like that. Five years later, Joey shows up on my doorstep on the same day she’s supposed to be getting married with a plea for help. Of course, I take her in. And when her tight-laced, controlling parents show up, demanding she return and go through with the wedding? I tell them we’re engaged. She’s the girl I always wanted, the one who was always out of my league. And now that she’s here, wearing my ring and sleeping in my bed? It feels like destiny. But we both know it can’t last. Because guys like me never end up with the girl. Puck Proposal is a full-length, standalone hockey romcom in the Wilcox Wombats series.