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She’s innocent… And I’m the one who’s going to corrupt her. I’m a hockey player with a secret—one so big that it can get me kicked out of the league. I’ve spent years trying to bury it and there’s only one person who’s found me out. Claire. Former intern. Current jack-of-all-trades for the Baltimore Breakers. And the woman I want more than anything else. More than hockey. More than breathing. Even more than keeping that secret. But she’s seen behind the veil… And, rightfully, wants absolutely nothing to do with me. Unfortunately for her, I’m going to keep her anyway.
I’m snowed in. With a famous hockey player. My life has been a disaster. I’ve lost my job, my apartment, and my direction, so when my best friend suggests a week trip up to her house in Tahoe, I jump on the chance for a change in scenery. Only, I didn’t anticipate Snowmageddon. I didn’t anticipate being trapped on the side of the road and rescued by a famous hockey player—and certainly not by Lake Jordan, star center for the Sierra Hockey team, model, and entrepreneur. I didn’t anticipate having to share his house. Or that there would only be one bedroom. And I didn’t anticipate…that he might want to keep me. Forever.
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She was in love with him. The worst part? He knew. It was Rebecca’s job to help keep the players on the San Francisco Gold healthy and she was damned good at it. Unfortunately, not everyone thought her contributions were important. In fact, some people—cough one Dr. Gabe Carter—thought her position with the team was unnecessary. Well, he was a jerk. She didn’t like him or care about his opinions and she definitely wasn’t in love with him. Definitely hadn’t been in love with him the moment she’d laid eyes on him— Sigh. She definitely was. And to make matters worse? Gabe knew.
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He’s the playboy she shouldn’t want. She’s the woman he can’t live without. Brit has spent her entire professional career trying to prove that she deserves a spot with the guys. So when she meets Stefan, the Gold's captain, she is determinedly not interested in the well-known playboy. But when management pushes Brit and Stefan together to gain good press for the beleaguered team, Brit finds that her carefully calculated disinterest doesn’t mean anything. She wants him. And the more she falls, the more she risks it all.
My life was boring until I met him. Painfully tedious, pathetically lonely, and I absolutely hated it. But I was too scared to do anything about it. Too scared to change . . . at least until I met Kace. I should have been terrified of him—scared of his size (he towered over my short, curvy self), freaked out by the fierce tats covering his arms and torso (they even crawled up his neck), and definitely frightened by the angry scowl he unleashed on anyone who dared to disrupt him (though this happened rarely, it still did happen). Except, Kace seemed to like me—shy, boring, socially inept me. He couldn’t change the tats or the towering, but he rarely unleashed his trademark scowl on me. ...
He was too young for her. A decade too young. Rebecca Stravokraus was the top publicist in the professional sports. She was extremely smart, capable, and could spin a story like a spider spins its web. But there was one thing she couldn’t do. L.O.V.E. Except…then Kevin declared that Rebecca was what he wanted. That couldn’t be. Not now. Not ever. But Kevin had decided on her and if there was one thing she’d learned about stubborn, alpha hockey players, it was that they didn’t give up. And Rebecca had to admit that in this case she didn’t want him to.
Everyone thought I had it together. That I was tough and powerful and a take-no-prisoners woman at the top of my industry. And I was. At work. I always sealed the deal, nabbed the contract, and I never failed to get someone to sign on the dotted line. At work, I was the best. My personal life, however, was a wreck. A giant, lonely wreck. Until, Cole. Cole was about as far away from my city girl polish as one could get. A retired hockey player, he wore jeans to my power suits, cowboy boots to my heels, ate simple food to my gourmet. Hell, he even lived on a ranch half the year. And yet . . . he also challenged my mind. Never gave me an inch. Not to mention, he was gorgeous, kind, incredibly insightful and always, always, called me on my B.S. He’d done it when I’d been his agent, and continued to do it every time we talked. He was everything I’d dreamed of . . . and also, everything I was terrified to have. *This book was previously published under the title, Bitch*
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