Elise Faber Livres

Calle Stevens wasn't what one would call a risk-taker.She was steady. She was even. She was . . .Pregnant.Oh God. How was she pregnant? Well, she knew the how part, but that wasn't the point. Mistakes happened, condoms failed, birth control pills didn't work, and . . . she was pregnant by a man who'd broken up with her via text and then readily offered to sign away his parental rights when she'd told him she was keeping the baby.Her life was ruined.She'd just been hired as an assistant coach for the professional hockey team, the San Francisco Gold. She didn't have any family in the area, didn't have a partner. How was she going to have a baby?But then Cooper.A star player for the team, he'd found out about the baby and had insisted on coming with her to her first appointment, then had held her hair back when she'd spent the majority of her time christening the porcelain goddess before coming to the second, and then the third, and the fourth and-In fact, as much as she tried to push him away, he refused to keep his distance. And then when she was having a particularly weak moment, feeling fat and gross and completely unappealing, he held her like she was precious and . . . he kissed her.Then didn't stop.Calle didn't know what was scarier, the kiss or that she didn't want him to stop either.

The white dress.The diamond ring.The full church.The . . . missing groom.Molly Miller had become a cliché when Jackson Davis left her at the altar, but she'd crawled back from the heartbreak and embarrassment and was living her dream of running a successful eatery in San Francisco.Well, good riddance. She didn't need Jackson, or any other man in her life. She had Molly's, her restaurant, she had her customers, and she finally had found some happy.Who cared that she had unanswered questions as to why Jackson had left? It didn't matter. He'd gone and that was that. Moving on, grinding out one day in front of another, baking her way through her emotions and generally moving on with her life.Until . . . one early morning Jackson walked through the front door of her restaurant.And her whole world imploded

Shy.God, she was so painfully, awkwardly shy.Blurting out the wrong thing at the wrong time? Check.Puking in front of the class when she'd needed to give a speech? Double check.Critically, embarrassingly unable to summon any semblance of a rational thought when in the presence of an attractive man? Triple check.And she was surrounded by gorgeous, sexy men on a daily basis.As video coach for the San Francisco Gold hockey franchise, Dani spent her days wrapped in a technological bubble. She studied tape, prepared clips for the players, and generally avoided other people.Until Ethan.She'd thought he was going to ask her to fix his computer.Instead, he'd asked her out.On a date. A date! That didn't compute. It couldn't be right. No one asked her out-Ethan had.And suddenly, Dani thought it might be possible to leave her shy, awkward days behind her.

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.Okay, so maybe it was more like he tolerated me, but regardless, Kace didn't seem to care that I hung around the bar he worked at, putting my night owl tendencies to work as I wrote.See, my work was the only place I explored. My safe place to write as dirty and steamy and kinky of books as I wanted.My readers loved them-loved the hot sex, the tough alphas, the guaranteed happy endings. As thus, I made good money, only somewhat because I was a decent writer, but mostly because my imagination was very active, beyond active . . . some might even say too active.As for me personally? I'd never experienced anything close to the types of things I wrote.But I'd decided it was time to change that.With scowly, sexy, terrifying Kace.

A snowstorm traps two unlikely companions together: a regular person and a famous hockey player. As they navigate the challenges of being stuck indoors, unexpected chemistry develops between them. The story explores themes of romance, personal growth, and the impact of fame on relationships, offering a heartwarming narrative filled with humor and emotional depth.

Once upon a time, she was an intern, and he was a rookie. Logan had shattered Charlotte's heart, but now, as the new GM for the San Francisco Gold, she needed his skills to fill a gap in the roster. Despite her past with him, she was determined to focus on the team’s success. However, Logan had other plans—he wanted to mend the heart he had broken years ago. Meanwhile, Dani, the video coach for the Gold, lived in a tech-focused world, avoiding social interactions. She was shocked when Ethan, a charming player, asked her out on a date. It was unexpected; no one had ever shown interest in her like that. As she contemplated saying yes, her world began to shift. Then there was the story of another woman who once had her happy ending—a fiancé, a wedding, a future. But everything crumbled, leaving her shattered. After piecing her life back together, she found solace in her job as a skating coach for the Gold and the support of her friends. Just when she thought she had found peace, someone from her past knocked on her door, ready to change everything once again.

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*

clusterf*@k noun A mismanaged and chaotic situation A complexly muddled mess A disordered and hectic condition Misty Hansen's life Lonely. Alone. By herself. The top three ways Misty had to describe herself-and it was no coincidence they all meant the same thing. She was single, almost pathetically so. It had been so long since she'd been with a man, she wasn't sure she could even remember what it was like. Hell, dust might float out if she took off her pants in the presence of the opposite sex. She was also well aware that she was lucky to have a place to live, a great brother, and awesome friends. She should just be content. But then she crashed into Chance-literally crashed-into the gorgeous man's SUV, totaling it, and managing to cause damage to her brother's house, all in one fell swoop. It was a total clusterf*@k. Because then the man ended up totaling her heart.