The first rule of handling PR for a hockey team? Never hook up with a player.

That shouldn't be a problem since the last man on earth I want to give an image makeover to is our goalie. He's infuriatingly hot, famously grumpy and lives to spar with me after every game.

But shining up his rough edges is my path to landing the promotion I desperately need, so I grit my teeth and do my job. No matter how hard he makes it (especially with that sexy smirk and cool blue eyes.) As we travel from pose-with-a-pet photo opps to cuddle-a-kitten fundraisers, we bicker like it's foreplay.

Turns out it is.

Because as I get to know the man behind the broody iceman exterior, it's me that melts - right into his arms as he devastates me with a kiss that turns into the hottest, most forbidden night of my life.

Only once turns into every night as Max shows me how much he wants to take care of me. His possessive touch makes me feel adored for the first time in my life.

But the man is entirely off limits and I can't risk my job for more of those soul-deep kisses.

Because the only thing worse than hooking up with a player is falling head over heels for him.

In my defense, I had no idea the tattooed, glasses-wearing, soulful hottie I spent one perfect day-and one unforgettable night-with was a hockey star on my father's team. And Miles didn't know I was the coach's daughter.

That's the point of a no-work-talk date.

But now? He's as forbidden to me as I am to him.

When I land a new gig as the team photographer, we vow to keep it professional. We mostly succeed...except for that time after a game when he couldn't keep his talented hands off me. And, okay, maybe that other time before a road trip. But I swear, it won't happen again.

Too much is at stake-I can't risk my heart or my father's team.

But when I'm asked to dog-sit Miles's pack of rescue pups for a few weeks, I discover there's more to him than I ever imagined-a man who's genuine, thoughtful, and irresistibly real.

He looks at me like he can't believe his luck. Touches me like he never wants to let go. And listens to my hopes and fears.

My heart's getting dangerously attached. But if I follow it... am I putting everyone's dreams on the line?

A forbidden romance with my brother's hockey-playing teammate wasn't on my to-do list when I moved across the country...

I uprooted my quiet life for a new job in the city, not to spend my first evening here with a sexy stranger who rescues me when I'm locked out of my friend's apartment wearing nearly nothing. Then rescues me from an O drought.

But the next morning, I learn the generous, filthy-mouthed man from last night is not only my brother's new hockey teammate. He's also - wait for it - my brand new roommate.

The last thing I need is a complicated fling, and Wesley doesn't want to rock the team boat, so we agree to a friends-only rule.

It's not easy though when the shameless flirt walks around the house shirtless. Or when he gives me heated looks that make my pulse pound.

It's harder still to stay friendly when he offers me rides to work, pitches in at my library's fundraiser and takes care of me when I get hurt. He makes me feel seen in a way I've never experienced before.

I don't know how long I can stick to our rules, especially the night Wes comes to my door and tells me exactly how he'd like to break them.

Every single one.

The best way to save my little shop? Marry my fake fiancé for real...

When a sexy single dad walks into my shop and buys every box of chocolate just to ask me out, I say yes. By the end of a smoldering night, I'm saying oh yes.

And in the morning I'm saying yes, yes, yes to an idea that can save both our businesses so long as Gage and I pretend to be engaged and wildly in love. But since my messy life is riding on this new venture, we agree that our one night was our only night.

Except, all our fake kisses quickly melt my resolve. Gage says he has no room in his life for romance, but he touches me like he can't get enough. Tells me he can't resist me. And gets down on one knee in the most romantic fake proposal ever.

But when my vindictive corporate rival threatens to expose the lie of us, my protective fiancé steps up and declares I'm his wife.

Looks like I just walked into a marriage of convenience.

At the end of the year, I'll walk out of it...as long as I don't fall for my husband.

Two star hockey players and their best friend's little sister in a runaway bride rom com!

Picture this. I'm about to walk down the aisle when the groom decides to drop this news on me - he wants to dial it down to just f-buddies.

That's when my brother's two pro-hockey playing buddies help me escape seconds before the wedding march begins.

But what's a runaway bride to do with a broken heart and a non-refundable honeymoon? Book an extra ticket and take two off-limits, totally charming, absolutely gorgeous star athletes who want to lift my spirits.

When we arrive there's only bed in the hotel room.

And it happens to fit three. The goalie, the forward and me.

Looks like I'm about to get thoroughly pucked on my double honeymoon. Talk about lifting my spirits...

Thoroughly Pucked is a standalone hockey, brother's best friends, runaway bride MFM romance with a guaranteed why-choose style HEA! No swords cross. This story is perfect for fans of spicy hockey romance!

A jilted book nerd, a plan for sweet revenge, and the two hockey stars who volunteer as her tributes...

When I discover my boyfriend is cheating on me, I move out right away taking what I love most - my dog. As I fly out the door, I make sure to swipe the thing my ex loves best. The VIP tickets he won to a hockey game, complete with the chance to spend an evening with the city's two biggest NHL stars.

I can't wait to snap selfies with my ex's idols and rub it in his face.

Except, when I head out with the two hockey studs, they have something else in mind besides sweet revenge. Would I like to spend the night...with both of them?

Talk about the VIP experience. That's what I get for one knee-weakening, sheet-grabbing night. In the morning, I plan to return to my bestie's house to crash on her couch with my dog.

But when they learn what happened with my awful ex, they ask me to be their temporary roomie for the week. Oh, and one of them needs my help with his grumpy reputation. The other? Well, he wants me to be his fake date at an upcoming wedding.

Looks like I'm about to get double pucked. Again.

Double Pucked is a roomies to lovers, fake dating, image makeover, super spicy hockey rom com with a guaranteed why-choose style HEA! No swords cross. This story is perfect for fans of Lily Gold and Emily Rath!

I swear I only asked one hot hockey-playing friend to give me romance lessons for the week, but three hockey stars volunteered...

The post breakup plan was simple - escape from my toxic ex to a vacation rental and stay far away from men.

But thanks to a booking snafu I'm accidentally sharing it with three hot hockey players. One's flirty, one's broody, one's a cheeky Brit, and they're all the most attentive men I've ever met.

After a couple of glasses of champagne, I'm telling them about the contest my ex is running on his dating advice web site. The topic? What makes a great boyfriend, and I want to submit a column.

All three offer to show me every single thing I've been missing in and out of bed.

We make a deal for one week only. It's only for revenge, of course. I work for the other hockey team in the city so it'd be a big mistake to truly get involved with a rival, let alone three.

Even though I melt under their touch. They show me what it means to be adored, cherished and romanced.

But as the week ticks on, what started as revenge fast turns into me giving my heart to three men I can't have. Looks like I'm well and truly pucked.

My plan when I win a date in Vegas with my brother's hockey star best friend? Poker and go to sleep early. Instead, I wake up with a ring on my finger and the sexy athlete naked in my bed.

But Asher's my best friend too so we'll get this annulled and laugh about this secret for years to come.

Trouble is our wedding pics went viral overnight.

Now everyone thinks we're a real couple. We race back home, where I've just landed the big art commission of my dreams and he's launching a sports charity so we need to look like we meant to tie the knot.

Easy enough. We'll claim we've been secretly in love, while staying in separate rooms for the rest of the hockey season.

The last thing either one of us wants is to ruin a decade-long friendship by falling into bed again.

Trouble is, I experience a new side of my husband at home. He cooks for me, encourages me...and buys me so many toys.

And, it's more fun to share your toys with a friend.

We're just enjoying temporary marital benefits.

Except, the more times he calls me his wife, the more I start to wonder if Asher was ever pretending?

And if my heart is ready to take the biggest risk of all.

Things I didn't have on this year's bingo card -- marrying the hotshot new hockey player one night in Vegas.

But the team captain dared us to say I do. And I'm the kind of girl who doesn't back down. Especially when the team captain starts flirting with me too right after the ceremony.

Maybe they both want to kiss the bride?

Come to think of it, that's not such a bad idea. Soon, one dare leads to another and I'm saying puck yes to both players sharing me on my wedding night.

In the morning, when hubby and I are happily on our way to untie the knot, the team owner spots our rings and invites the new it couple to attend her upcoming charity golf tournament.

Oops.

Looks like I have to fake it as Mrs. Hockey for the rest of the season. There's only one problem.

Both guys want more of me.

And pretty soon as I spend my nights with both of them I've got a bigger problem - I'm falling for my fake husband and my secret boyfriend at the same time.

Puck Yes is a standalone hockey, fake marriage, neighbors-to-lovers, spicy workplace MFM romance with a guaranteed why-choose style HEA! No swords cross. This story is perfect for fans of spicy hockey romance!

I've spent the better part of eight years resisting my best friend's little sister. What's one more week?

The hardest week ever when it includes a proposition to be her dating coach.

Eight years ago I fell into a secret summer fling with the bright, big-hearted Juliet before our lives went in different directions. Now, I'm the grumpy to her sunshine on a popular dating podcast we host, and when a wealthy fan gives us a charming coastal cottage as the biggest thank you ever, we head to the town where I grew up to give it a makeover.

And find the house has only one bed.

Located under a mirrored ceiling.

To make matters even harder, the woman I've been pining for tells me she wants to try to find the one and would I please be her dating coach for the week?

Like hell I'll let her date other men. I'll coach her on three dates with me.

But the second I take her out, I don't feel like her teacher. I feel like she's mine, especially when the first night ends with us tangled up together in that bed.

Each night we grow closer, but this dating experiment forces me to face my greatest fear - whether a man like me is worthy of her love.

Even though I'm already head over heels for her.

A Lauren Blakely book is a guarantee of a good time. --Meghan Quinn, New York Times bestselling author

Grumpy meets sunshine with a Hollywood twist in this charming and hilarious small town romance from #1 New York Times bestselling author Lauren Blakely.

I really don't need a bodyguard--I run a small-town lavender farm, for bee's sake! But I'm getting one anyway since my identical twin sister just booked the movie role of a lifetime and it's being shot in my hometown. And guess who my new broody, tattooed protector is? None other than the guy I had a one-night stand with last month.

Correction: he's the guy with the wicked mouth and heated eyes who ran out on me before the bang without so much as goodbye. And of course he arrives in my tiny hometown where the film is shooting right in the nick of time to save me from the paparazzi at the market. The coffee shop. The dress shop too. I'm trying hard to stay mad after the third time the sexy jerk rescues me.

Maybe just one night would relieve all this tension? But one night turns into another, and then into sharing hearts and secrets that are best locked up. Especially since he's leaving and I'm staying, and there's no way we can be more than a summer romance that ends far too soon.

One trip across Europe. Two arch enemies. And seven nights with only one bed in the room in a spicy new standalone romance from Lauren Blakely!

The last person I want to be stuck with anywhere for one night, let alone seven, is the too-sexy-for-my-own-good Axel Huxley. I tried to work with the cocky grump once upon a time, but we're like vodka and good decisions. We don't play well together.

Only now, our publishers are sending us on a joint book tour across Europe on an old-fashioned luxury train. And thanks to a booking snafu, I have to share a sleeper car with the man who's made a sport of infuriating me.

You guessed it--there's only one bed.

I'm not sure I can survive the next seven days and nights with my dangerously sexy enemy and all our fiery tension.

Which explodes one night in a desperately needed hate bang.

But the bigger plot twist is this - the more time we spend together, visiting the most romantic cities in Europe by day and discovering each other at night, the more I'm forced to face our past.

To let go of the hurt.

To see the man he's become.

And when I do, I wonder if it's too late to write a new happy ending for us?

A sexy standalone second chance romance between a single dad athlete and the woman who got away!

Things that suck on my wedding day -- walking in on my groom kissing another woman twenty minutes before the ceremony.

Things that suck worse? The woman he's kissing is my mom.

I head straight for the bowling alley bar down the street and ask for a double. And in walks a deliciously charming local football hero -- Harlan Taylor.

Yes, I'll take another drink in the form of a one-night stand with this hunk of a man. In the morning, he asks if I want to get together again. More rebound nookie? Yes please!

But then I learn his football team just hired my yoga studio to teach downward facing dog to their star player, making my O-delivering hottie officially off limits.

Trouble is, the more time I spend working with the sexy single dad who dotes on his daughter, the more I'm feeling all the things far too soon.

There's no way this can end well, but tell that to my runaway heart...

A Wild Card Kiss is a sexy, flirty sports romance featuring a charming, pie-baking, single dad who's never forgotten the red-hot kiss he planted on the feisty, sassy blonde one night years ago and a jilted bride heroine determined to move on from heartbreak. This story contains sexy times that can cure getting-left-at-the-altar blues, and heart-tugging swoony romance that'll melt the most jaded hearts.

A charming British hero, the woman who tempts him, and a hands-off arrangement that's oh-so-hard to maintain...
My bags are packed and I'm ready to go.
All I have to do is board a plane, and I'll be on my way to fulfilling a promise I made long ago. Bonus points -- my last week in Paris looks to be even better when I meet a gorgeous, clever American woman and make plans to take her back to my flat that night.
But before we can get together for what would surely be a fantastic final fling, my boss hits me with a double whammy. My previous client didn't pay, so the trip's postponed, and the new client I now desperately need is none other than the tempting American I'm about to take home.
Time to keep my hands to myself. And as I do, we get to know each other while we wander the streets of Paris together, where I discover she's witty, kind and has a delicious zest for life. Trouble is, I'm taking off for the other side of the world any day now.
What could go wrong with falling in love in Paris? Everything, if one of you is leaving...

Am I fake dating my best friend? Hear me out...

So I'm throwing myself a breakup party, a glittery fete where I envision I'll lift a glass and celebrate being free and single again.

What I actually do: Drink too much champagne and blurt out to my best guy friend that I'd really like to get back on the horse.

But what I truly don't expect is Carter's answer - he volunteers as tribute.

With his sinful brown eyes and too-good-to-be-true body it'd be no hardship for me to say yes, though I certainly don't want him to feel obligated to, um, service me, just because my failed, loveless marriage was a s-e-x desert.

But since the charming and confident pro football star owes five public dates to his dating app sponsor, we make a deal to help each other out.

Pretty soon, our public how to date lessons turn into, ahem, very private ones. And I'm a star student, graduating quickly from flirty banter and lingering looks to toe-curling, sheet-grabbing, mind-blowing hours of physical education.

The problem? Turns out learning to date again feels a lot like the real thing. Can our friendship withstand all these late-night bedroom sessions?

Especially since I'm suddenly longing for my best friend and there's nothing fake about my feelings...

The one unbreakable rule in the Man Code is this: no matter how beautiful, smart, and clever she is, do not fall in love with your best friend's woman.

Yeah, so I screwed up big time when I fell for her.

I might have let my sin of unrequited love slide, given everything that went down in the last few years, but Lulu just walked back into my life as vibrant as ever.

And the cards are stacked against me once again. We're working together, and the last thing I want to do is mess up her life with a forbidden office romance now that she's finally got the fresh start she deserves.

Trouble is, she's even more irresistible than ever, and this time around I'm not sure any code can hold me back.

Even if I stand to lose everything...

The first rule of handling PR for a hockey team? Never hook up with a player.

That shouldn't be a problem since the last man on earth I want to give an image makeover to is our goalie. He's infuriatingly hot, famously grumpy and lives to spar with me after every game.

But shining up his rough edges is my path to landing the promotion I desperately need, so I grit my teeth and do my job. No matter how hard he makes it (especially with that sexy smirk and cool blue eyes.) As we travel from pose-with-a-pet photo opps to cuddle-a-kitten fundraisers, we bicker like it's foreplay.

Turns out it is.

Because as I get to know the man behind the broody iceman exterior, it's me that melts - right into his arms as he devastates me with a kiss that turns into the hottest, most forbidden night of my life.

Only once turns into every night as Max shows me how much he wants to take care of me. His possessive touch makes me feel adored for the first time in my life.

But the man is entirely off limits and I can't risk my job for more of those soul-deep kisses.

Because the only thing worse than hooking up with a player is falling head over heels for him.

A forbidden romance with my brother's hockey teammate wasn't on my to-do list when I moved across the country...

Neither was getting locked out of a friend's place wearing next to nothing.

Or spending the night with the sexy stranger who rescues me.

But I'm trying to get out of my comfort zone so getting out of the rest of my clothes with him seems like a good way to start.

In the morning, I learn the filthy-mouthed man with the talented hands is not only the hotshot new hockey player on my brother's team: he's also - wait for it - my brand new roommate.

I'm a good student turned good librarian. A rule-follower. I'm not the kind of girl who does complicated flings. So we agree to another rule: friends-only.

It's not easy though. Wes is bossy, flirty and generous.

He gives me rides to work.

Pitches in at my library's fundraiser.

Takes care of me when I get hurt.

And looks at me like I'm the only one.

Soon, I'm falling hard for my brother's teammate.

Especially when Wes comes to my door and tells me exactly how he'd like to break our rules.

Every single one.

A sexy, swoony falling-for-the-neighbor standalone romance from #1 New York Times bestselling author Lauren Blakely!

Just my luck - my new next door neighbor is a unicorn. Yep, the British hottie is clearly a mythical man because - get this - he's a sexy, witty, charming, big-hearted single dad.

Who, wait for it, wants to find Mrs. Right and get hitched. Darn shame I'm not on the market. I'm a single parent like him, and raising my teenage daughter is my top priority. Plus, falling for a guy who shares your property line is a line you shouldn't cross.

Still, I'm an outgoing gal, so I do the neighborly thing and offer to be his dating insider. Surely, I can help this small town's most eligible bachelor ever navigate his way through all the fantastic single ladies eager to make his acquaintance. What could possibly go wrong in helping the dream guy next door find his one true love?

So I set him up on one date, two dates, three dates -- and I'm about to find out exactly how dangerous my offer is.

I've been daydreaming about the off-limits player for years, and resisting him just got harder...

As the team's publicist, I desperately need a football player to be the face of our charity calendar. Turns out our one-time party boy receiver Jones Beckett needs a savvy PR woman to manage his new good guy rep.

Sounds like a simple give and take, even though I'll be traveling around the country, snapping pictures of the sexy athlete holding rescue kittens and puppies. Still, I'm dedicated to my job, so I'll stick to my iron-clad rule -- don't date a player. And never ever fall for one. No matter how charming, big-hearted and devilishly clever the man is.

Once I start spending my off-season days and nights with Jones, I'm following a brand new playbook, one that has me falling hard for the incorrigible flirt -- heart, body and mind.

But my job is at stake, and I can't afford to lose that as well as my heart.