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The man had seemed so innocent in the bar - okay, not innocent, per say. He’d been hot, hard, and possessed a butt that I wanted to bite like the last chocolate chip cookie in my stash. He’d also skipped out of town faster than a villain in a B movie, leaving me woefully unsatisfied. I’d chalked the whole incident up to a bad night stand and moved on with my life. That was before the news of a failed IUD. Before the plus sign. Before Jordan showed back up determined to make that night up to me. I didn’t want a baby or a payday or a sexy, stubborn man in my life.

Brit has the chance to make history by being the first female goalie to play for an NHL team, the San Francisco Gold. So, when she is introduced to Stefan, the Gold's captain, she is determinedly not interested. Stefan is sexy, charming, and has a publicly documented list of conquests a mile long. But Brit is unwilling to risk mixing business with pleasure, even when that business is wrapped up in a six-foot-plus, gorgeously muscled package.

The first sign of trouble was the rough, masculine voice. The second was the Scottish accent. God, Cecelia loved Scottish accents. The last was the scent - his scent - familiar and uniquely Colin. Cecelia had been through bad breakups before, but none had compared to the two, yes two, that had come at Colin’s hands, because she was apparently glutton for punishment and didn’t know better and was young and stupid and in love.

I slept with the wrong twin. And all I got for it in return was a broken heart. Oh yeah, and a baby on the way - there’s that too. But I’m determined to make it on my own. I don’t need a man, thank you very much. Not rich, charismatic, and decidedly flighty Rex Roosevelt, and especially not his twin brother, Justin. No matter that the gorgeous former military doctor makes my heart beat a little faster...and all spots lower than that pay careful, careful attention. None of that matters. The Roosevelt men are dangerous and I’m steering clear.

Kelsey Scott has never wanted anything more serious than a hookup. Work triumphs all, men are simply trainable orgasm machines, and her friends and family are everything. But with her brother's wedding rapidly approaching and matchmaking rapidly ensuing from all angles, she decides she needs a buffer from all the “perfect Mr. Rights”, the white tulle and frumpy bridesmaid dresses, and - ick - the heart-warming vows.

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.

Trixie Donovan was back. She’d finally figured out what Netflix was, though she was still iffy on Tinder, and she’d become her half-sister Heather’s new pet project. Heather pestered and Trix gave in, agreeing to a single blind date. But then, that blind date turned out to be Jet. Jet, the doctor she’d worked with halfway around the world. The man she’d slept with and then had fallen desperately in love with. The one who, in cliché naïve female fashion, had decimated her heart.

Sera used to believe in happily ever afters. Well, she still believed in them. Just not for her. For Seraphina Delgado, finding a man who loved her for who she was inside, rather than simply appreciating her outward appearance, had proved to be impossible. She wasn’t trying to be cocky - cock, ha - but she was beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that she’d spent her childhood and tween years modeling and shooting commercials and...well, only being appreciated for the way she looked. And that was more curse than advantage because looks faded.

Hookups weren’t for her. Rachel knew that. She was a good girl - sigh - she’d always been a good girl. Except when it came to him. She’d met the "him" in question in a bar, of all places. His lean strength, gorgeous face, and way-too-charming personality had combined to shatter her defenses. All of a sudden, she’d been doing all of those “dangerous, bad girl” things her grandmother had once warned her of. And just like her grandma had predicted, he’d vanished come morning. No note. No exchanged numbers. She hadn’t even known his name.

Stef blamed the dating app. She saw his picture—his smile, the rugged line of his jaw, the way the man could fill out a suit, and like an idiot, she fell a bit in love with him. Idiot because no one ever really looked like their profile pic. Idiot also because if the man did look like his profile pic, then he certainly wasn’t going to be into a science geek who binged old sci-fi shows on the regular. But in a night of drunken insanity, she swiped right. Then in a morning of hungover unpleasantness, she saw that he’d swiped right, too. Suddenly, she found herself on a date.

It began with a cock. Of the rooster variety. It ended with a groomsman toppling into the wedding cake. Heidi hadn’t meant to be a bad bridesmaid. She loved her best friend and the man Kate was marrying. Who she didn’t love? The groom’s brother. The cocky - no pun intended - jerk had made Heidi aware of exactly what he thought of her. That being, she wasn’t worth anything more than a quick romp and a disappearing act before the sun rose.

Kate McLeod was desperate. Her younger sister was having her first baby, her younger brother was recently married, and Christmas was coming. And in the McLeod household, Christmas was everything. Every year, her parents’ house looked like an assembly of angels had puked everywhere. Well, this year she had a plan. She was going to get herself engaged. A diamond ring on her finger was the perfect way to get her family to back off. And she had just the perfect guy in mind.

Mike Stewart is a bad boy. Sleeping around. Boozing. Fighting with teammates. Name a bad behavior and he’s done it - done it so well, in fact, that he almost tanked his career as a starting defense man for the NHL’s San Francisco Gold. But Mike is done with all that. He’s starting with a fresh foot forward and putting his past behind him. That is, until his past quite literally reappears before his eyes.

Muscles. Mandy’s work was supposed to be regulated to muscles. Well, muscles and ligaments and tendons...and general body health and - Sigh. She was blabbering as usual, but muscles combined with lips that were way too kissable and a pair of sharp blue eyes that pierced right through all of her carefully erected defenses had a way of doing that to a girl. Blane was her fantasy - literally her nightly fantasy. He was sexy, strong, talented, and normally she would have thrown herself at his feet and begged for a night - or, cough, more - showing him exactly what that fantasy was.

He was too young for her. A decade too young. Rebecca Stravokraus was the top publicist in the professional sports. She was extremely smart and 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.

I hated him. From the moment I walked into Tig’s Tattoo and Piercing I’d hated him. Garret was beautiful - because that was the way that fate worked and also because if I’d had anything in my life, it was bad luck. Still, with his derisive green eyes, tats peeking out from beneath the edges of his sleeves, and the scruff on his jaw, he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen in my life. He also seemed to delight in disrupting my life. I was there to fix a few pipes; he was there as a guest artist. I was there to do a job, he seemed to take pleasure in upsetting mine.

Max Montgomery was at the height of his career, playing the best hockey of his life, and lucky enough to have a starting spot on a team that was actually a contender for the Cup. And one by one, his friends were falling in love. Love. Now that was a dirty, four-letter word if he’d ever heard one. Max had experienced love and all of its aftereffects and where had that gotten him? Lonely, living in an apartment, and paying alimony to a woman who’d left him at the merest sign of a hiccup in their marriage.

It was hate at first sight. Just not for Blue. He’d loved what he’d seen. Tall and thin with long blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes, Anna Hayes was absolutely beautiful. She also wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. As a professional hockey player, that was a rare thing for Blue Anderson. He was young, rich, good looking, and in the best shape of his life. He wouldn’t say he had to beat women off with a stick, but...maybe he had to brush them off with a broom.

I had it all. Two beautiful children. A gainfully employed husband. A successful food blog. The only thing missing from my life was...heat...I wanted what my sister had: love, passion, and a husband whose love was infinite. Because something was happening with Rob. Had he fallen out of love with me? Had he found someone else? Was I not - Sigh. Was I not enough?

She was a laughingstock. A hippie. A tree-hugger. A granola, crunchy, millennial who worried about how her food was grown and what she put into her body and GMOs and...had a secret chocolate addiction.