The Pucking Wrong Series

“Give me a second chance, babe . . . and I’ll blow your mind.” Monroe doesn’t know why she answers the text that’s obviously meant for someone else. Or why she keeps answering. Maybe it’s because she’s all alone in a big city and in desperate need of a lifeline. Or maybe it’s because each exchange leaves her intrigued and more than a little turned on. Still, Monroe never would’ve snarked back if she’d known she was talking to the “Golden Boy” of the Dallas Knights.

Blake moved to L.A. for a fresh start and to make it big. Now she’s waiting tables while her dreams of becoming a model hover just out of reach. She already has her hands full . . . and then her past walks into the room and changes everything. “What’s your name, sunshine?” At first Blake doesn’t recognize him, but the gorgeous six-foot-four, tattooed pro-hockey player is Ari Lancaster—her first ever crush, the one who got her through the worst time in her life.

Walker Davis is going to ruin me... but for once, it might be worth it. I'm a pariah, an outcast, and my life is not my own. I went to that hockey game hoping for an escape and found one in him. They call Walker Davis "Disney" for a reason; the superstar goalie is the Prince Charming of every girl's dreams. He told me he understood I just wanted one perfect night... but now he's everywhere I go. He seems to know everything about me. He keeps saying I'm the one. And he's trying to change my last name.

Everyone in my life has always disappointed me, but NHL hockey star Camden James says he never will. We meet, and then in a single blink, he’s made me his roommate, promising me I don’t have to worry about anything ever again. They call him a hero, and that’s what I desperately need. I remind myself it’s all temporary. That I shouldn’t get used to it. But he has other ideas. Camden tells me he’s obsessed, that he’s going to change my life, that he’ll never let me go.

When a guy like Logan York knows what—or who—he wants, sometimes he has to do all the wrong things to get it. But can this rookie handle the heat...both on and off the ice?

I hate Christmas. Years and years of disappointment have taught me that Christmas is the worst. I don't like the music, the food, the decorations…anything. And Lincoln Daniels, my tattooed hockey god of a husband, thinks he's going to change that… I tell him it's not going to happen.