SLAYERS HOCKEY BOXSET 1-3
Dirty Secret, Dirty Hookup and Dirty Rebound
Dirty Secret
This team hates me. Something about my chronic case of resting prick face and that thing with the captain when the season started. My fist, his jaw. Yeah, we go back and not in a good way.
Coach says no more “confrontational BS” or I don’t play at all. And that’s a hit my career in the NHL can’t take. So the plan is simple. Keep my head down and finish out my contract with my fists checked.
There’s just one problem.
Allie.
The girl from Vancouver eight months ago. The one with the sexy, shy, and sinfully bold smile and the sweetest, wettest mouth I ever tasted. The girl who blew my mind and then blew out of my life without giving me her number.
Turns out she’s the captain’s little sister. And even though my career depends on it...
I can’t stay away.
Dirty Hookup
I should walk away, find some puck bunny to gleefully sit on my lap and tell me what a big, hot, hockey stud I am--totally true, BTW. But there’s just something about this feisty redhead I can’t let go. She’s got an edge to her that’s sexy as hell and a smart mouth that’s been tying me up since the night I met her.
She tells me to forget it, we’re not happening. But this isn’t the kind of woman a guy ever forgets. Especially when the air starts to sizzle and pop every time we get within ten feet of each other. She’s in my head and under my skin, and all I can think about is the way she looked at me that one time. Like she already knew how it could be between us.
I’m not the kind of guy a girl like her takes home… But maybe I want to be.
Dirty Rebound
Cammy’s my best friend. The one person I can’t live without. The girl with the sunshine smile, the loaded fridge, and the most awesome kid I’ve ever met. She’s also the hot AF single mom I’ve made it my mission to protect from guys like me. And I won’t risk ruining our friendship by pushing for something more.
I can’t be her forever. I’m not that guy. I’m the good time. The class clown. The hockey stud. I’m the happy for now, not the happily ever after.
I stay in my lane, but when Cammy’s ex needs a lesson, the rash overprotective part of me jumps the boards and I go from best friend to fake boyfriend in the span of a kiss. And that’s just the beginning. Because when it comes to Cammy...
There’s nothing I won’t do for her. Even if it’s guaranteed to wreck me.
SLAYERS HOCKEY BOXSET 4-6
Dirty Talker, Dirty Deal and Dirty Groom
Dirty Talker
Ten days. That’s all I’m asking for. But not one of my NHL teammates is willing to cough up a sister, cousin, or trusted friend to play my fake girlfriend for this wedding.
Pucking BS. Yeah, my mouth has been known to get me into places I don’t belong. But this Class Five panty melter is on lockdown because the last thing I need is another complication.
I’m about to give up when fate delivers the answer to my prayers.
I’m not her type.
She doesn’t date jocks.
All this sharp, sexy over-achiever wants is a little fun, an escape from her career driven life.
It’s a simple arrangement. So why am I complicating it?
Dirty Deal
Fatherhood blindsided me.
There I am, working to get a rise out of my cranky little rule-following, fun-wrecking, soon-to-be ex-neighbor when my one-night stand from last season shows up… in labor.
Next thing, I’m a single-dad begging for a crash course in caring for this tiny miracle from the neighbor who loves to hate me.
Turns out, Nora raised half her siblings.
She knows things.
And I know my son needs her.
Unfortunately, she’s not impressed by my NHL career, my legendary charm, or the rumors surrounding the size of my stick (all true btw).
But I’m not trying to impress her. Not anymore. I can’t.
I’m asking her to help me out, because my son deserves better than some player who hasn’t even had a chance to read the manual yet.
Which means no matter how hot I find her spitfire mouth and those rules she doesn’t break… Nora is off-limits.
Dirty Groom
It seems like a solid plan…
Get hitched, Vegas style.
Lose each other’s numbers, permanently.
Avoid pitfalls of real marriage forever.
…Until I sober up, and my wife is already gone.
It’s what we agreed to. But I don’t like it.
A year later, I find her. I have another solid plan to undo our mistake.
Only now, I’m not so sure the cocktail napkin with our prenup can protect me from the one thing I swore I wouldn’t do… fall in love.
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