She was sixteen when the defenseman put her brother on a stretcher. Rowan Callaghan watched it happen from the stands. The hit that looked clean. The thud that sounded wrong. Finn's leg bent at an angle that closed her throat. She memorized the name on the back of that jersey. MacIntyre. She swore she'd hate the shape of it in her mouth forever. Years later, she's the analytics genius who keeps the numbers honest, three in the morning, alone in an empty arena, building the regression model that proves a certain player is a liability in the third period. That player is Declan MacIntyre. The same kid. The same scar through his eyebrow. The boy who ended her brother's career and never stopped seeing his face go still. Now the league has thrown them onto the same committee. Forced into the same room. The same flights. The same impossible proximity. And when a scandal threatens to swallow them both, the only way out is a lie they have to sell to everyone: a fake engagement to the one man she's spent her whole life learning to despise. The problem isn't pretending. The problem is how quickly it stops feeling like pretending. Then the secret they've buried claws its way to the surface, and Declan says the thing she's waited a decade to hear and dreaded just as long. "You think I don't replay it every single night? You think I don't know exactly what I took from you?" Now Rowan has to decide whether the enemy who broke her family is the only one who can help her heal it. And whether forgiveness is a betrayal of the brother she failed, or the only way to finally stop failing him. The data doesn't lie. But she's about to. Game Misconduct is a steamy, emotional enemies-to-lovers sports romance about a fake engagement, forced proximity, a haunted heroine, a grovel-worthy hero, a buried family tragedy, and the enemy who claimed her heart. Perfect for readers who love hockey romance, enemies-to-lovers, fake dating, forced proximity, slow-burn grovel, and emotional sports romance with a happy ending. A standalone with a hard-earned HEA.

She watched her brother take the hit that killed him. The trainer said he was fine. He went back in. He scored the winner. By morning, Tyler was gone. Ella Chen made a promise in that windowless hospital room, holding his lucky stick. I won't let another player die because someone didn't know what they were looking at. Seven years later, she's the best athletic trainer in the league, and she keeps that promise every single day. Then there's Connor MacGregor. Billboard jaw. Blue eyes. Never lost a game of anything in his life. And right now he's standing in the weight room of Rogers Arena, lying through his teeth about a knee that's clearly screaming. "You're favoring your left leg," she tells him. He smiles like that'll make her forget. It won't. Because Ella knows exactly what it looks like when a man decides he's invincible. She buried the last one. She still has his stick, the tape peeling at the heel, the dent near the blade from a slapshot he took the week before he died. What she doesn't expect is the slow burn underneath the fight. The late nights taping him back together. The rooftop where he finally stops performing. The way the boy she used to be afraid to need becomes the man she can't stop wanting, and the only thing scarier than losing him is letting herself want him at all. Then the leak hits. A secret she trusted him with goes public, the trade rumors start, and the whole thing detonates in front of the entire league. Now Connor has to choose between the body that made him famous and the woman who taught him it was worth protecting. And Ella has to decide whether loving an athlete means breaking the only promise that ever mattered. Some hits you see coming. This one she didn't. Body Check is a steamy, emotional second-chance sports romance about a grieving heroine, a friends-to-lovers slow burn, public humiliation, forbidden workplace attraction, a guarded golden boy, and a love worth getting checked into the boards for. Perfect for readers who love hockey romance, slow-burn friends-to-lovers, a strong heroine and a himbo with a heart, grovel, and emotional sports romance with a happy ending. A standalone with a hard-earned HEA.

One night with him was a mistake. Then he walked in wearing her brother's coaching staff lanyard. Molly O'Brien trusts the sound of hockey tape ripping more than she trusts most people. It means order. Control. One less broken bone for the brother she's protected since he was eight. She's the best equipment manager in the league, and she keeps her head down, her hands busy, and her heart locked in the gear room. Then a stranger in a bar. A single, reckless, perfect night. A morning she swore she'd never repeat. And then he shows up at the rink. Tall. Lean. A graying scar at his temple and an uneven gait he favors on cold mornings. The new man on her brother Liam's bench. The one person on Earth she cannot touch. To the team, he's the answer to a losing season. To Molly, he's the worst secret she's ever kept. They are friction and silence and slammed doors. Locker-room tension thick enough to skate on. A bet they both lose. Words neither can take back. Because if anyone finds out, she loses the job that lets her keep Liam safe. Then a trade nobody saw coming puts everything on the line, and the wall she built finally cracks. She tells him it can't happen again. He steps in close and says: "Then tell me to stop. Say it, and I'm gone." That's the moment she can't say it. Now he's offering her the one thing she stopped letting herself want. But enemies don't become forever without breaking something first. And a last chance, once it's gone, doesn't skate back. If he wants the woman who keeps everyone but herself, he'll have to prove he's worth the only thing she's never risked. Her own heart. Breakaway Hearts is a steamy, emotional enemies-to-lovers hockey romance about a one-night stand, forbidden attraction, locker-room tension, forced proximity, a protective heroine, and a last chance at forever. Perfect for readers who love enemies-to-lovers sports romance, forbidden romance, one-night-stand-to-more, slow-burn heat, and a happily-ever-after worth the fight. A standalone hockey romance with an epilogue.

He's lying to everyone, and the only person who noticed could end his career. Declan O'Shea throws his helmet across an empty locker room and tells his coach he's fine. He isn't. Three weeks of black spots. Double vision. A headache that's set up residence behind his eyes. One more big hit and he could end up like the guys who can't watch their own highlights. But the trade deadline is six weeks out. The scouts are watching. His contract is up. And his sister Fiona, twenty-eight, fighting for every breath, just signed a do-not-resuscitate order without telling him. He cannot afford to be the guy who's falling apart. Then his phone lights up with a Portland number. I noticed you rubbing your temples after that hit. I'm working on a story about concussion protocols. Off the record. Just background. Maya Reyes. Sharp. Relentless. A sports reporter who learned from her old man that the real story lives in the silences between questions, in the things people almost say and swallow back down. She's the last person on earth Declan should let close. She's the only one who already sees the truth. Between the holiday homecoming, the interview that should've ended in a walkout, and the secret tying both their families together, the enemy across the table becomes the one person who makes him want to stop pretending. Then the story she's chasing collides with the brother she never knew he was protecting, and the betrayal he doesn't see coming. "You can write the truth," he tells her, "or you can save me. You can't do both." Now Maya has to choose between the story that makes her career and the man who'd lose everything if she runs it. And Declan has to decide what's worth more, the game, or the family he almost lost while chasing it. Center Ice is a steamy, emotional enemies-to-lovers sports romance about a hidden injury, a journalist and the athlete she shouldn't want, a holiday homecoming, a hidden heir, a sick sister, and the family they almost lost. Perfect for readers who love hockey romance, enemies-to-lovers, forbidden athlete-and-reporter tension, holiday second chances, and emotional sports romance with a happy ending. A standalone with an earned HEA.

Two seconds on the clock, and Logan Desjardins thought he'd already lost the worst thing he'd ever lose. He was wrong. He hadn't met him again yet. Logan is an NHL goalie at the top of his game. The crease is the one place the world makes sense. Everything outside it has been falling apart for months. The night his team punched their ticket to Game Seven, Logan caught his fiancee in a supply closet with his best friend. He stood in that hallway and watched his whole life come apart in silence. Then a single text lit up his phone. One letter. One name he hadn't heard in eight months. Marco Marchetti. The man whose career Logan ended with one clean, devastating hit years ago. The man who walks with a limp because of him. The man who has every reason in the world to hate him. They were never supposed to be in the same room again. Rivals. History. A wound that never healed. But one stolen night blurs every line Logan swore he'd never cross - and suddenly the thing he can't stop wanting is the one person he's not allowed to have. Marco's family already calls him dead to them. Logan's career can't survive the truth. And someone is circling them both, waiting for the secret to break. Then Marco says the thing that guts him worst of all: "You took everything from me once. Why should I trust you with anything again?" Now Logan has to decide what he's willing to lose - his reputation, his game, his guarded heart - to finally fight for the man he should have fought for years ago. Crease is a steamy, emotional forbidden sports romance about a one-night stand, rival roots, second-chance love, an athlete with everything to lose, and a grand gesture worth the risk. Perfect for readers who love forbidden hockey romance, rivals-to-lovers tension, second-chance MM romance, hurt/comfort slow burn, and a hard-won happily ever after. A standalone romance with an earned happy ending.

I needed five words from him for my front page. He'd never given me more than four. Harper Kincaid learned a long time ago where she ranked. Behind the ice. Behind the team. Behind the chiller her father chose to fix the night her mother died on the kitchen floor. She spent five years trying to un-understand it. She never could. Now she's a sports reporter with one shot left, and her editor's ultimatum is brutal: land the story by 7 a.m., or lose the beat to the rival who's been circling for years. The story is Liam Farrow. The Wolves' golden boy. Game-winning slapshot. A smile for the cameras and a wall of silence for her. Grumpy, guarded, impossible. And carrying a debt he never mentions, a brother who's trouble, and a secret that could end his career if it ever hit print. The kind of secret a journalist is supposed to chase. The kind a falling heart is supposed to protect. One kiss nobody saw coming, and suddenly the line between the story and the man starts to disappear. She tells herself she can keep them separate. The byline and the boy. The job and the way he looks at her when the rink goes quiet. She can't. Then the feature she fought for vanishes. A rival's trap snaps shut. And Harper is left holding the one truth that could save Liam or burn them both, with a deadline screaming and her father's old voice in her head telling her the work always comes first. On the ice, in the dark, Liam finally says the thing he's never said to anyone. "You want the story? Fine. But I'm not giving them you. Not for any headline." Harper can write the truth. Or she can keep him. And she's spent her whole life learning that you don't get both. Cross-Check is a steamy forbidden sports romance about a grumpy-sunshine pairing, a hockey star with a secret, betrayal, a career on the line, slow-burn desire, and the heart that wouldn't forget. Perfect for readers who love hockey romance, grumpy-meets-sunshine, forbidden workplace tension, an emotional heroine with grit, and a hard-earned happily ever after. A standalone sports romance with a satisfying happy ending.

Maggie Chen took the fall once, on live television, in front of all of hockey. She swore she'd never let a player burn her again. Then she met Derek Tremblay. Maggie came to Vancouver for the one job no one else wanted: fix the franchise's most marketable, most impossible star before he walks and takes the whole team's future with him. She knew the headlines. The missed pressers. The cold interviews. The night he walked out of a charity gala mid-speech. She did not know about the kid. She did not know that the curt, infuriating man behind the jersey was a single dad keeping a secret bigger than any scandal - a hospital, a diagnosis, a file he'd burn before he'd let it leak. So she did her job. Road trips. Galas. A snowball fight that wasn't supposed to mean anything. Slowly, the rival she was hired to manage became the one person who saw the woman under the spin - and the friends-to-lovers slow burn turned into something neither of them could put in a press release. Then the truth she was hiding for him collided with the truth she was hiding from herself. A leak. A cancellation. A cost that landed on the people they both loved. She waited for him to shut her out the way he shut out everyone. Instead he stood in the cold and said, "I don't need you to fix this, Maggie. I need you to stay." That was the moment the game changed. Not because he asked her to stay. But because staying meant risking the one reputation she had left. Now there's a surgery, a promise, and one faceoff that decides whether two people who rewrote their own stories get to share the next chapter. If Derek wants a second chance, he'll have to let her past the boards - and let the whole world see it. Faceoff at First Sight is a tender, steamy single-dad hockey romance about a friends-to-lovers slow burn, forced proximity, a guarded single father, a holiday homecoming, a career on the line, and the second chance neither expected. Perfect for readers who love single-dad hockey romance, grumpy-sunshine slow burn, workplace forced proximity, found family, and a heart-melting happy ending. A standalone romance with a happy-ever-after.

Cole Dempsey still wears his dead wife's ring, taped to his thumb during every game. Three years. Four goals on twenty-three shots. And a wall so high no one's ever climbed it. The widower goalie. The comeback kid who never smiles and never breaks. The man who built his armor one save at a time after the night he woke to a voicemail from her mother. Then Maya Caldwell shows up in the press box, watching him from the shadows. A reporter chasing the one story nobody's gotten right. The daughter of the broadcaster who died on live television while Cole stopped a breakaway two minutes later - because the puck doesn't stop for grief. She bet her career she could crack him open. He told her to leave or he'd have her banned from the building. "Follow me again," he warns, "and you're done." "You can try," she says. Neither of them backs down. But the grumpy goalie and the relentless sunshine reporter are running from the same ghost - and the closer Maya gets to his story, the more she stops wanting to write it. An old promise stands between them. A wound neither has let heal. And a truth that could end them both before the season does. Now Cole has to choose: protect the net he's hidden behind for three years, or let the one person who sees him finally get through. Five Hole is a steamy, emotional sports romance about enemies-to-lovers, a grumpy-sunshine pairing, an old flame, a grieving widower, a forbidden attraction, and a promise they swore they couldn't keep. Perfect for readers who love hockey romance, enemies-to-lovers, grumpy-sunshine pairings, slow-burn grief-to-healing, and second chances at love. A standalone romance with a hard-won happily-ever-after.

Margot Finch grew up in the stands of the Packard Dome. Now she's a junior reporter with one week to prove herself, and the assignment is the man she swore she'd never write about. Sullivan Kavanagh is a franchise player in freefall. Twenty-eight goals last season. Nine this one. Benched for "conduct detrimental to the team." And a betting line buried deep that asks whether he'll be traded before the deadline. Everyone else is writing the autopsy. Margot is writing the resurrection. "My season's not worth profiling," he tells her. "That's what I want to find out," she says. A grumpy enforcer with winter-ice eyes and a scar through his brow. A sunshine reporter clutching her dead father's ring like a talisman. One week. Practices, games, downtime. No handholding. But the deeper Margot digs, the more the slump looks like a secret, and the secret looks like a loan shark, and the loan shark looks like a reason a good man might be tempted to throw a game. And somewhere between the bus rides and the cracked-oven dinners, the story she's chasing becomes the man she's falling for. Then the past she shares with him surfaces, the kind of old flame that never fully went out, and Sullivan Kavanagh has a child and a debt and a deadline of his own. If Margot files the truth, she makes her career and destroys him. If she buries it, she betrays everything her father's ring stands for. One story. One impossible deadline. One last chance at the love she walked away from. Hat Trick is a yearning, banter-filled sports romance about a grumpy-sunshine pairing, an old flame, a single dad, a buried secret, a debt that could ruin him, and a last chance at forever. Perfect for readers who love hockey romance, grumpy-sunshine pairings, second-chance love, single-dad heroes, slow-burn yearning, and a hero worth saving. A standalone romance with a happily-ever-after.

She has a file full of bruises shaped like a skate blade. He's the man trying to keep his out of it. Sophie Chen photographs what everyone else looks away from. She's seen the pattern. Seventeen players. Three years. The same deliberate mark on the same ribs, the kind you only get when a man drops his stick and uses the edge on purpose, where the refs can't see. She came to the arena for evidence. She found Liam Gallagher walking out of the tunnel like he was wading through deep water. The enforcer. Nine years of damage written across his body. A scar through one eyebrow, knuckles that gave up being smooth. To the league, he's a contract that bleeds on command. To Sophie, he's the next photo in a file no one will ever let her publish. She takes a cheap shot. He takes it worse than the slash. And the way he looks at her, like she's the one holding the blade, is the moment everything changes. Because the bruises lead somewhere. To Jake Morrison, the man who signs the checks and smiles at galas and squeezes until something breaks. To a small town. To a secret. To a hidden heir who ties Liam to a past he's spent his whole career outskating. The deeper Sophie digs, the more she risks the one man she swore she'd never get attached to. Then it all comes apart in public, and Liam finds her and says: "You want the truth? Then stop shooting it and listen to it." That's the moment the story stops being a story. Now the photographer who keeps the world at lens-length has to choose. The shot that could end a career, or the man it would destroy. But second chances don't come with a clear frame. And some secrets, once developed, can't be put back in the dark. High Stick is an emotional, slow-burn second-chance sports romance about a reluctant enforcer, a fearless photographer, small-town secrets, a hidden heir, forced proximity, and the family they almost lost. Perfect for readers who love second-chance hockey romance, grumpy-sunshine tension, found-family stakes, slow-burn heat, and a hard-won happy ending. A standalone sports romance.

One night. One mistake she swore she'd never repeat. Then the test came back positive. Ella Vance is the best trainer Swift River Hockey has ever had. She reads a body like a book. She knows when a knee is about to give before the player does. What she can't do is fix the one thing that's about to wreck her career. Beckett Stone is thirty-one, twice cut open, riding a professional tryout like it's his last shot at the show. Because it is. He's the journeyman who keeps a frayed lace in his jacket pocket and a grief he never talks about. She's the woman who told him, flat as ice, to stop favoring his right leg. They had one night they agreed to forget. Now she's carrying his child, and the only career that ever made either of them feel whole hangs on no one finding out. Then the team doctor pulls her aside, file open, and asks the question that ends everything: "Whose is it, Ella?" She could lie. She could run. She's good at running-she left a man at an altar once and never looked back. But Beck doesn't beg. He just stays. He learns her coffee. He sits through the ultrasound. He stands between her and the locker-room talk like a defenseman who already chose his net. A trade is coming. A choice is coming. And Ella has to decide whether the last chance at forever is worth the only future she ever planned for herself. Some hits you see coming. This one she didn't. Backcheck is a steamy and emotional hockey romance about an accidental pregnancy, a one-night stand, a runaway bride, a wounded grumpy hero, and a last chance at forever that has to be earned one honest shift at a time. Perfect for readers who love sports romance, secret-pregnancy drama, a damaged athlete with a heart, slow-burn second chances, and a hard-earned happy ending. A standalone romance with a happily-ever-after.

She decides when a man walks off the ice. He decides she was too slow to save him. Liv Chenault is the head of physical therapy for a franchise that bleeds for the playoffs. She knows knees. She knows ligaments. She knows the exact moment a career ends, because she watched it end her father. So when a rookie's leg buckles on the blue line, she's already moving before the whistle. And Bennett Cross is already in her face. The captain. Granite-built. A voice made for arenas and arguments. A scar between his brows he refuses to explain. To the city, Bennett is the franchise. To Liv, he's the man who calls her "too slow" loud enough for the crowd to hear. They are oil and ice. Rivalry and friction. A wall neither one will be the first to climb. Then a set of test results lands in the wrong hands. A secret tied to a name. A name tied to a trade Bennett never should have made. And suddenly the man she can't stand is the only one standing between her and a headline that could end everything she's built. She waits for him to throw her to the press. Instead, in the middle of a hearing that could break them both, Bennett leans close and says, low enough for only her: "Let them come at me. Not you." That's the moment the ice cracks. Not because he defended her once, but because she finally sees what's under the granite. Now Bennett is crossing every line he ever drew for himself. But a slow burn this fierce can still leave a scar. And love at center ice is no good if neither of them can afford to lose. If the captain wants the woman who saw through him, he'll have to do more than apologize. He'll have to prove he was wrong about her in front of everyone who watched him be cruel. Blue Line Crush is a slow-burn, yearning hockey romance about an ice-rink rivalry, enemies-to-lovers tension, a brooding team captain, a buried family secret, forced proximity, and a love worth getting checked into the boards for. Perfect for readers who love enemies-to-lovers sports romance, brooding hockey heroes, slow-burn tension, workplace rivalry, and a hard-won happy ending. A standalone hockey romance.

Three years ago, Finn O'Rourke walked out of Lena Hartmann's life on a blown-out knee. Now he's standing in her gym, holding his own board, smiling like he never left. Lena came back to Silverton to win one last qualifier. To prove the crash in February didn't break her. To prove she didn't need anyone to carry her down the mountain. She had a plan. The plan did not include him. Finn was the rival who beat her, the partner who left her, the name she'd crossed out of every late-night thought. Now Coach wants them training the same pipe. The press wants a story. And someone on the team wants Lena off the slope badly enough to loosen her bindings before a run. The sabotage is real. The danger is real. And the worst part is how safe she still feels when Finn checks her straps with those gravel-rough hands and that voice like velvet over stone. Then it all comes apart in front of the cameras. A leak. A lie. A press-conference trap with both their names in the headline and the whole circuit watching her face. She waited for Finn to set the record straight. Instead he looked at her across the lights and said, "Lena, tell them the truth - even if it ends me." That was the moment everything changed. Not because he asked her to choose. But because choosing him might cost her the only thing she had left. Now there's one qualifier between Lena and the run that decides everything. One slope. One drop-in. One last chance to prove that the family they almost lost is worth standing back up for. If Finn wants a second run with her, he'll have to do more than apologize. He'll have to fall with her and mean it. Boarding is a steamy, slow-burning enemies-to-lovers sports romance about a second-chance reunion, forced proximity, public humiliation, team sabotage, a holiday homecoming, and the family two broken athletes almost lost. Perfect for readers who love enemies-to-lovers hockey-and-snow sports romance, grumpy-sunshine banter, second-chance reunions, found family, and a hard-won happy ending. A standalone romance with a happy-ever-after.