She’s sunshine and hashtags. He’s scowls and slapshots. Together, they’re about to break the internet—and maybe their own rules. Hannah
Being the new social media manager for the Toronto Titans is a dream job—until I see him. Mikael Laakso. Hockey star, PR nightmare. But we’ve met before. I drooled on his shoulder during a long-haul flight, spilled beer on him at the airport bar, and now I’m supposed to make him likable? If Mikael has a sense of humor, it’s buried under miles of icy Finnish scowls. My mission: make him a fan favorite. His mission: avoid me at all costs. But when the team’s social media account is hacked, suddenly, I need Mikael’s help. He claims he “knows a guy,” and now we’re playing spy together… among other things. Mikael
Hannah Evans is loud, bubbly, and relentless—everything I avoid off the ice. But when the Titans' account gets hacked and fans are at risk, I can’t stand by while she scrambles for answers. I might not like the spotlight, but I won't let anything happen to Hannah. Now we’re running a sting operation at the Titans' charity gala, pretending to be the perfect team. Smiling for the cameras. Dancing too close. Sharing whispers meant for only us. It’s a game I didn’t sign up for, and yet, I can’t seem to let her out of my sight. Perfect for fans of opposites-attract romance, witty banter, and sizzling chemistry, Grump and Ten is a laugh-out-loud rom-com that proves even the grumpiest hearts can be thawed.

From USA Today Bestselling Author Gigi Blume comes a new, standalone sports romance featuring a surly hockey star and the figure skater who has it in for him. Sometimes you have to play dirty to score big. OWEN: I've never met a challenge I couldn't deke out—until Emily Brooks blasted into my world with all the subtlety of a slapshot to the face. When an underwear incident (don’t ask) gives Emily ammunition for her gossip blog Blades After Dark, I’ve become her very reluctant muse. Perched on her Zamboni with a crafty smirk on that gorgeous face, she’s determined to turn my life into one big penalty box. Not only does this woman have an Olympic\-sized grudge against me, she cheered—yes, cheered—for the other team. When I find out she has a secret she doesn’t want out, it’s gloves off. I’m tempted to toss her right into the sin bin, but she’s skating circles around me. In a catsuit. (don’t ask about that, either) But now the championship cup’s gone missing, and we find ourselves sleuthing in closed quarters—despite Emily’s stubborn determination to keep me at stick's length. Now I can’t stop thinking about that stolen kiss, and I want another taste. Am I playing for keeps? Or am I the one who's being played? EMILY: My Olympic figure skating dreams got toe\-picked, but driving a Zamboni at the Toronto Blizzard Dome has its perks—like not being recognized. Beneath the cloak of anonymity, my words do what my skates used to; they slice with precision—in my late\-night hockey blog. Enter Owen Jablonski, the cocky star player with more notches on his hockey stick than all the pucks in Canada. Yet he singles me out to—get this—come on to me. The gall. But the pen is mightier than the skate blade, so they say. Do I have reasons for slamming Owen’s name against the boards? Yes, I do. And when a funny post about him goes viral, can you blame me for finding Owen's flustered face a little bit delightful? But instead of a simple exposé, Owen turns the tables on me and brokers a twisted deal: polish his precious public image in my blog in exchange for his silence on my identity. It's extortion with a side of sultry glares. And secret kisses against the wall. He's maddening, infuriating... a reeaaally good kisser. Now I’m stuck in a reluctant pact with Owen. Stack on a mystery and the sting of his smoldering kiss on my mind, the heat between us might just melt all the ice in the rink. He’s not what I expected, or wanted. How fiercely protective he is. How he insists I wear his jersey. How my heart flips when he stands up for me. Or the way his eyes rake over me with want. Oof. Is it getting hot in here? I need to body\-check my feelings before Owen scores more than just goals. Lace up your skates and get ready to laugh, cry, and swoon. Head Over Skates is just the ticket for those who love their sports RomCom served with a side of snark, witty banter, and just a hint of mayhem. 🏒 Enemies to Lovers 🏒 Protective MMC 🏒 Figure skater FMC 🏒 Forced Proximity 🏒 Who did this to you trope 🏒 Wall kisses 🏒 Zamboni rides 🏒 Amateur sleuths 🏒 Fake dating

From USA Today Bestselling Author Gigi Blume comes a new sports romance in the Toronto Titans hockey series. This marriage sham might work if they didn’t want to kill each other… Getting hitched to the guy who walked out on me in the middle of a hookup wasn’t on my bingo card, but here we are. Sawyer O’Malley is bad news. He told me so. But when you sneak off with a guy like Sawyer at your best friend’s wedding, bad feels kind of good. Until he ghosts you. I made a point to avoid him after that. But somehow I find myself in the middle of his viral social media screw-up. Do I care if he got himself into a pickle and needs a wife? No. I don’t do second chances. But my credit is shot and I need a place to crash until I get back on my feet. Plus I'd have the chance to get payback by puck-blocking hockey's worst playboy. I’m doing the women of Toronto a favor. Who says a girl can’t have a little fun while leveling the score? What could possibly go wrong? Spoiler Everything. My wife is loud, bossy, scrappy, opinionated, a fire-eating pain in my butt… and I would tear the whole world apart for her. Maggie hates me for slamming on the breaks before we took it too far—when I was just trying to protect her. How can I tell her that without causing World War Three? Because loving Maggie is a contact sport. I have a feeling she’s out to get me. And I find that surprisingly hot. Sparring with my wife is all the danger I need. But when her pet parrot gets kidnapped by the mob, it’s gloves off and I go in full Liam Neeson mode. I didn’t want to get her involved in my mess. But now that she’s mine, winning Maggie’s heart is worth a penalty shot. 🏒 Marriage of Convenience 🏒 Brunch Daddy MMC 🏒 Queen Energy FMC 🏒 He falls first 🏒 Spite Kisses 🏒 One bed 🏒 Hands off my wife 🏒 Explosive chemistry 🏒 He’s on his knees for her 🏒 No third-act breakup

Two bets, one mistletoe, and a whole lot of holiday chaos—let Battle of the Sexes begin. Coming back to my hometown wasn’t part of my Christmas game plan. Neither was coaching my old high school’s hockey team or crossing paths with Colette McAllister, the Ice Queen of Brooking Sound. Back in high school, she was my biggest crush—and my brother’s biggest fan. Now, she’s all sharp glares, sarcastic quips, and a refusal to admit how much fun she’s having making my life miserable. But when my buddy Tucker bets I can’t get Colette to go on a date and kiss me under the mistletoe by Christmas Eve, I can’t resist. This is my shot to finally score with her—and maybe defrost her frosty exterior. Except… she has a plan of her own. If Hendrix O’Malley thinks he’s sticking around until Christmas, he’s got another thing coming. I’ve got a bet of my own—one that involves getting him out of town before the holiday lights come down. So, I’ve got my playbook ready. Loud carolers in the ice rink? Check. Leave him stranded? Done. But somewhere between our snowball fights and a few too many times in close quarters, I realize I might be losing more than just this bet. Because Hendrix isn’t the cocky class clown I remember. He’s sweeter than a Christmas cookie, and suddenly, I’m the one at risk of falling hard. 🎄 Battle of the Sexes 🎄 Snowed In 🎄 Small-Town Shenanigans 🎄 One Bed 🎄 He bets he can woo her 🎄 She bets she can make him leave 🎄 Snowball fights 🎄 Accidental mistletoe smooches 🎄 He falls first Cross Check Christmas is the perfect blend of holiday cheer, laugh-out-loud antics, and swoon-worthy romance. Grab your cocoa and dive in!