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A tumultuous season filled with reckless driving, drunken debauchery, and more bad press than a kinky politician leaves five-time Formula 1 World Champion Blake Hollis in desperate need of an image overhaul. To redeem his tarnished reputation, his team decides it’s time for drastic measures. Their solution: a tell-all book that showcases his illustrious career and presents a more respectable public persona. Enter Ella Gold, a once-renowned sportswriter and podcast host desperate for a fresh start.

I’ve always loved to play dress-up. Creating fake weddings was my childhood pastime. Now it is my dream come true. I’ve finally been handed my first client. But nothing could prepare me for who greeted me when I walked in.

Rhode Tremblay is Nashville's Naughtiest Hockey Player—at least, that's what everyone believes after the Tenerife Incident. With a thigh tattoo that's catnip for women and a wicked smirk that needs a warning label, everyone flocks to the NHL's resident bad boy. Sure, Rhode accidentally set a yacht on fire while bringing a woman to the brink of ecstasy, but that happened over a decade ago. Now, at thirty-three, Rhode's searching for something real. He's ready to get down on one knee for the right person, but he has one rule—no dating anyone under thirty.

Sami Ford has it all: looks, money, happiness. Her life is perfect. But only if one doesn't look too closely. Matt Brimley is a sports god. Hockey fans adore him. Girls everywhere want to worship at his skates. He's living the dream. If the dream involved everyone expecting you to be nothing but a jock. These two rich kids could be the perfect couple. If he didn't think she was a spoiled princess, and she didn't think he was a dumb puck, they might be. But hating someone doesn't mean you can't want them.

After years of drowning myself in parties, hookups, and pain, all it takes is one viral sex tape to be given a choice: Hide out on an island or lose my trust fund. Having to share a room with the one man I let hurt me is my worst nightmare. I’m the broken shell of the boy he walked away from on the worst day of my life. I hate him almost as much as I hate myself.

She's Penna Carstairs. The Renegade they call Rebel. FMX-treme Magazine's sexiest female athlete of the year. There's no rule in extreme sports she hasn't broken, no gender barrier she hasn't demolished. She's the woman I met in a bar in Vegas. The woman I illegally BASE jumped for. The woman I spent one insane, incredible night with. But now I'm screwed. Or rather...not screwed. Because the woman I can't get out of my head is the one woman I can never touch again.

It's been a dozen years since two of the world's best women hockey players, Niki Hartling and Eva Caruso, first competed against each other in the Olympic Games. The pressure of the intense USA-Canada rivalry forced an end to their love affair, and both women moved on - Niki to coach and to marry, Eva to stretch out a playing career that her ravaged body can barely sustain anymore. The Games are upon them once again. Rivals and former lovers on hockey's biggest stage, will Niki and Eva feel the same spark that first brought them together?

Athletes are notoriously superstitious. Some don't wash their gear. Others sleep with it. I've even heard of a guy who peed on the field to ward off evil spirits. But as far as I'm aware, my teammate Luca is the only guy whose ritual requires a more intimate activity. I wouldn't know that if I hadn't stumbled into it by accident, and even then, I wouldn't have thought my presence had any effect. But the next day he got on the ice and had one of the most spectacular games I've seen him play. One of his best ever. And it gives me an idea.

They may be hockey's Most Valuable Pack, but the Pierson alphas are far from a true team. The obvious solution? Find the right omega to bind them together. The match-making process sounds simple enough. Scientific, even. Until a sweet, shy omega runs right into their play for a mate and changes the whole game.

Rhys Astor, the guy with a deadly smirk and devil-may-care attitude, is the sole witness to one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. But even worse, now he's suddenly intrigued by me, which is confusing because until now, he couldn't be bothered to remember my name. Dorothy, Donatella, Danielle… no, it's Delilah, you unhinged prat. I don't want his attention. If I had my way, we'd go on avoiding each other for the rest of our lives, but again, the universe is conspiring against me. Rhys is the captain of the fencing team, and I'm the new manager.

Rules are my favorite. Order relaxes me. Tattooed boys with shaggy hair and soulful eyes are strictly off-limits. I've recently come to the conclusion I'm bad at boyfriends. But as terrible as I am at choosing them, even I would never consider my sister's former crush—tall, growly, enigmatic Ivan Sokolov. That's a line I won't cross, even if Delilah is way over him. Ivan is just my swim teammate. The guy who walks me to class and shares his playlists. And he's the person who keeps stealing my study room.

That's what Max was to me. He took every one of my firsts before leaving me alone and brokenhearted while he went off to live the playboy life of a star hockey player. Now, six years later, he's asking for my help. With the possibility of a private video sitting in the wrong hands, he needs us to date, well, fake date, to keep his reputation clean. But can I help him? Even if it means risking my heart a second time?

Large and in charge? Honey, I'm the biggest, baddest, mother pucking-est machine to ever own the ice. I shoot. I score. In and out of the rink. I don't come early, but I come often, if you know what I mean. And I always leave the ladies wanting more. Until that chick last night. I'm no one-thrust wonder, and you're damn right I'm going to prove to her I can do better. But every time I think I'm finally on my way back into her pants, she one-ups and out-balls me. I should cut my losses, lick my wounds, and walk away. But Zeus Berger doesn't walk away from anything.

I’m a curvy sports geek. Liam’s a hockey god. He’s way out of my league… My brother’s best friend is acting really weird. Flowers keep showing up. He sends me Cameos and concert tickets. Then, there’s the job offer… Well, first, there was the fact that he tracked me down to NYC. It’s really complicated, okay? But so are my feelings for him. I’ve been ignoring them for so long that they became a wall I’m comfortable hiding behind.

He's my first and only crush. He's my new coach. Oh, and he was once my dad's teammate and best friend. I've been in love with Nate Partridge since I can remember. Under my mattress, there has always been a stack of magazine covers with his bare torso and a pearly smile. But that's about the extent of it. I can never have Nate Partridge.

Includes all five books in the Vegas Aces: The Wide Receiver series: Rookie Mistake, Hidden Mistake, Honest Mistake, No Mistake, and Favorite Mistake.

I'm in trouble. One stupid bet with a teammate and my starting spot on the Wolves Football Team is on the line. I need a romance overhaul and I need it fast. There's only one woman who can help me: Dr. Heather Campbell. Her red curls may be wild but she's as button-down as they come. At least ... I thought so. After a few days with her, I'm not so sure I know Heather like I thought I did and my heart's telling me to get closer. She's the kind of woman I want forever. The trouble is, I'm not a forever kind of guy.

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Never let them get you to the second location. Even if that location happens to be a lakeside mansion home to four hot-as-sin men. After years of living in survival mode, I'm finally hitting rewind on the story of my life. There's nothing standing in the way of my bright future at Lake Chapel University. Or so I thought.

After a nasty breakup with my ex, his dad takes pity on me and offers to drive me home. But when a snowstorm strands us in the middle of nowhere, we're forced to find a roadside motel with nothing to do… but each other. There's only one tiny bed... and he's huge. We wake up the next morning tangled like pretzels.