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I've always been a tough North Shore girl. Fighting is in my blood, survival in my DNA. But two years ago, Caden King broke me, and he has proof of it. Now he wants to blackmail me into doing a job for him. The kind that puts my chance of escaping the North Shore at risk. The kind that means betraying my own crew.

I'll do anything not to marry the girl my parents want me to. Including marrying her brother in a drunken panic. I'm not gay, but I can fake it long enough to get our parents off my back, right? Cue hiding out for the next two years, but nothing is that simple, because I'm offered a spot on the US National team. Now we have to fake it for the entire world as the poster boys of gay fencers while Colin makes me doubt everything I think I am. I'm not prepared for all the ways I depend on Colin. Or the place he's filling in my life.

The night I met Toren Greely was the night I learned how to lie. He was a Treasure State football coach. I was the star of the volleyball team. Coaches and students were forbidden. My future was on the line, so I told myself it was only one night. That was the first lie. They got easier to tell after that. The lines blurred. The boundaries shifted. Our relationship became a game of its own.

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.

I was eight when Nathan moved away. He was my best friend. My only friend. My safe space. And then he was gone. And my life turned into Hell. But I survived. I broke free and made a life for myself. And I tried to forget about the boy who grew up to be Nate Waller, the famous retired football player. I really did try to forget. But then I opened the door, while working at a client’s house, and he was there. Standing before me. My old friend. My unwitting confidant. My Nathan. Except… he doesn’t recognize me.

When you fight for so long, sometimes it's just easier to give in. I want to give in to the god before me. Sent to me from the heavens, Owen is the very definition of divine perfection. But he doesn't know my truth. If he did, he'd know that I don't belong in his world. The shame of seeing the disgust on his face when he figures it out keeps me running from him. Even though fate or destiny or something cruel keeps throwing us together. Maybe he's the motivation I need to get my shit in order. But can I do it before he figures out I'm nothing but a street rat?

The last thing I needed was a wife… but that's precisely what I got when I showed up at my father's house to discuss the new girl in town. I walked in single, only to storm out a very married man. Mackenzie Mercer can never be mine. Not when she belonged to my enemy. But for better or worse, we're in this together. We both have something at stake. She needed protection. I needed answers.

A deer. A car crash. A damaged finger and dented pride. Not how I thought my evening would go. When a handsome man with a smooth American accent comes to my rescue, I decide that the day might not be all bad. The problem is that it's not just my finger that's damaged; it's my heart as well, keeping me tied to a past that's long gone. However, I have a plan: Therapy; Complete the bucket list my sisters wrote for me; Bed my American savior, who just happens to be none other than pro-golfer Hunter King; Eat cupcakes. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?

Former quarterback Lance Quaid just inherited the most losing team in the NFL. He's got only a few weeks until draft day to turn things around, and after firing more than half his staff, he can't do it alone. Thankfully, his HR manager is more than capable, if only she'd stop focusing on "due diligence" and stop looking so sexy while she's yelling at him. Charlotte James has made a life out of following the rules. But nothing could have prepared her for Lance Quaid - he's a human resources nightmare.

Crew Madigan is a snowboarding legend. He’s gorgeous, rich, famous, and every woman’s dream. Well, except mine. I’ll take a nerdy guy with a clumsy streak who wouldn’t know what to do with a pair of skis to save his life. Superstar athletes? No, thanks. World champions? Hard pass. Crew? Definitely not.

Being traded to Dallas was a dream come true. I had everything I wanted, my game had never been better, and my wife was due to have our baby any day now. What could go wrong? Everything. I was now raising our baby on my own. After hockey practice and games, I didn't have time to sleep, let alone make sure my social media was up to par. I never thought I'd get a second chance at love.

My brother's best friend will do anything to win. Even if it means pretending to date me–his sworn enemy. But claiming my V-card wasn't part of the plan. He's Goalie-zilla of the Houston Heatwave and the man I can't stand. Number 33. Ryker-freakin-Balinger. The only things we have in common are the temporary roof we share and the arena where we both work. Dealing with this muscular, tatted-up grump is the last thing I need. But he needs good press. And I want revenge on the team's newest arrival. So this relationship is all for show.

Layla Jackson isn't looking for marriage or her own happily ever after. At least, not at this point in her life. And especially not with notorious playboy and single dad, Seth Wakowski. He may be a baller on the court, but off—he's immature and the total opposite of the kind of guy she would ever want to be involved with.

The last place I wanted to be is at my ex's MMA club, especially since I've sworn off fighters. But I never anticipated meeting the De La Cruz twins. And damn, is there anyone who could resist a chance at a night of mind-blowing sex with them? With their tattoos, muscles, and the fact that there's two. Besides, I'm getting the hell out of Vegas as soon as I'm done with college in a few weeks, so why not indulge until then? It felt good to forget the rules...until I woke up to find out they were my new stepbrothers.

Ryan “Sully” Sullivan is a winner. So when the former hockey great accepts a job coaching the bottom rung Boston Beacons, he’s ready to win it all—even if his new assistant coach isn’t exactly his #1 fan. Eric Aronson’s wins have always come with a well-earned reputation for trouble—and were never quite enough to bring home championships. When the new guy skates in and takes the job he’s worked so hard for, he’s not about to fall short again.

We've been teammates for two years, but it feels like a lifetime that Oliver Bergman's been on my last nerve. A demanding captain and veteran player, I'm feared and friendless, while he's the beloved rising star, all smiles and upbeat team spirit. To make matters worse, he's obscenely attractive. In short: he's genetically designed to get under my skin. Avoiding Oliver has been my survival tactic on and off the field. But when Coach drops the bomb that we're now co-captains, avoiding him becomes impossible, and keeping the truth from him—let alone my distance—is harder than ever.

Logan Murphy should come with a warning. He’s as hot as a Carolina Reaper on black asphalt in the middle of July. With perfectly messy dark hair and smoldering blue eyes—and don’t even get me started on the way that black tee stretches across his toned chest… He’s my brother’s best friend. He’s also a football star on track to win the first wide-receiver MVP in league history. Good thing I only date golfers… or I did.

Rex “TW” McMurtry’s perpetual singlehood wouldn’t bother him so much if all his ex-girlfriends didn’t keep marrying the very next person they dated, especially when so many of those grooms are his closest friends. He may be a pro-football defensive end for the Chicago Squalls, but the press only wants to talk about how he’s always a groomsman and never a groom. Bartender Abigail McNerny is the gal-pal, the wing-woman, the she-BFF. Abby is convinced no one on earth could ever entice her into a romantic relationship...except that one guy she’s loved since preschool.

Damon Prescott had it all. Star quarterback. Money. Fame. Now? He’s being accused of taking performance-enhancing drugs and banned from the sport and team he loves. Determined to prove he’s innocent, he hires tough-as-nails private investigator Evie Wolfe. She’s able to bring a man to his knees with a glare, yet sensual in ways that take him off guard - and she’s everything Damon didn’t know he needed.

I accepted the live-in personal coaching job with a pro football superstar before I knew who I'd be working with. It turns out he's the quarterback I hooked up with last Halloween—the same one who asked me to leave his private suite at the nightclub when his girlfriend showed up. His girlfriend situation is complicated, but now I'm forced to live with my one-night stand along with his fiancée, who happens to be the team owner's daughter, and their baby. I'm supposed to be coaching him to make better decisions. Meanwhile, he's strutting around, wearing nothing but a towel.