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I'd wanted her from the first moment I'd seen her.But Billie Rose hadn't liked me. Not that I could blame her-I'd just been another of the annoying hockey players seemingly out to ruin her town. Thankfully, I'd finally gotten her to see me. To want me. But Billie was the most together person I'd ever met, and she regularly took on fixer-uppers of both the human and inanimate variety. I didn't want her to see me as a project. I wanted her to see me as me. As the man she wanted. As the man she loved. *This is book 2 in Joel and Billie Rose's story

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.

ChargingOnce upon a time she’d been an intern.Once upon a time he’d been a rookie.Then Logan had broken her heart. No. He’d freaking nuked it.But now Charlotte was older and as the new GM for the San Francisco Gold she’d decided to bring Logan to the team. Her heart aside, the team needed his skills to win, needed him to plug a hole in the roster.What she didn’t need?Logan deciding that the hole he wanted to plug was the one he’d created in her heart all those years before.CagedShe’d thought he was going to ask her to fix his computer.Instead, he’d asked her out.Shy. God, she was so painfully, awkwardly shy. 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 had asked her out. On a date. A date! That didn’t compute. It couldn’t be right. No one asked her out—But Ethan had.And she thought…that maybe she wanted to say yes.CrashedOnce upon a time she’d had the happy ending.Then everything had been taken from her.The doting fiancé.The expensive wedding.The happily-ever-after resting just at the tips of her fingers.She’d lost herself, had broken into a million tiny pieces.But eventually, she’d patched herself together, and now she had her friends, her job as a skating coach for the Gold, and her quiet. That was enough.And it had been enough.Until he knocked on her door.Until he came back and changed everything.

She had no time in her life for a man. Least of all a swoony hockey player who was allergic to commitment. Jules was just trying to give her kid a good life. She worked hard, kept her head down, and avoided men like the plague. Because men were a plague. There was a reason she was a single mom, scraping together an existence, and faking it for her kid. She'd been burned. Bad. It didn't matter that Cas was successful and smart and could kiss like a dream... It didn't matter that he wanted her. She wouldn't put her heart on the line. Not ever 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.

Once upon a time she'd had the happy ending.The doting fiancé.The expensive wedding.The happily-ever-after resting just at the tips of her fingers.Then in an explosion of glass, in a splintering of metal, everything had been taken from her.She'd shattered herself, had broken into a million tiny pieces.But eventually, she'd patched herself together, had hauled herself back into life, had built something she was content in. Content, but not happy. Never quite inching into happy again.Still, she had her friends, her job as a skating coach for the Gold, and she had her life. That was enough.And it had been enough.Until he knocked on her door.Until he came back and changed everything.

Heidi hadn’t meant to be a bad bridesmaid.She loved her best friend, and the man Kate was marrying.She just didn’t love the groom’s brother.The cocky—no pun intended—jerk had made Heidi aware of exactly how little he thought of her.Fine. Whatever.She’d thought they’d shared something…well, something more.Clearly, she’d been wrong, and now Brad was dead to her.Of course, that was before she had to walk down the aisle with him.

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.