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Eine Leistenzerrung ist für Eishockeyspieler Ayri Quinn schon schlimm genug. Doch ausgerechnet Athletiktrainer Vance Landon soll sich um seine Rehabilitation kümmern – inklusive Behandlungen, die Ayri regelmäßig vor Scham im Boden versinken lassen. Denn jedes Mal, wenn Vance ihn berührt, geraten nicht nur seine Gedanken völlig außer Kontrolle. Während Ayri verzweifelt versucht, dem attraktiven Trainer aus dem Weg zu gehen, setzt Vance alles daran, ihn wieder fit fürs Eis zu bekommen.

Eishockeyprofi Oskar Voyjik hat ein Händchen dafür, ins Fettnäpfchen zu treten – und diesmal gleich vor laufender Kamera. Sein Image? Eine Katastrophe. Sein Team muss reagieren und verpflichtet den frisch gebackenen PR-Manager Lane Pierce als seinen Aufpasser. Lane will Oskar Grenzen setzen. Oskar will genau diese sprengen. Was folgt, ist ein Schlagabtausch und Kräftemessen, und ein Knistern, das sich irgendwann nicht mehr ignorieren lässt. Doch was passiert, wenn aus Sticheleien plötzlich echte Gefühle werden – und beide merken, dass sie längst viel mehr riskieren als nur ihren guten Ruf?

Nach seiner Scheidung will Aleksander Emerson vor allem eines: Spaß. Bis er dem charismatischen Feuerwehrmann Gabe Crosby begegnet. Dieser macht ihm ein verlockendes Angebot: ungezwungene Dates, bei denen sich Aleks ausprobieren kann – und die sich viel zu schnell viel zu echt anfühlen. Eigentlich wollte Aleks sich nicht gleich wieder in eine neue Beziehung stürzen. Und eigentlich ist ein gut aussehender, tätowierter Eishockey-Star überhaupt nicht das, was Gabe in seinem Leben wollte – schließlich mag er Eishockey nicht mal.

Ezra Palaszczuk hat alles, was er will: Partys, Dates und eine erfolgreiche Karriere in der NHL. Wäre da nur nicht Anton Hayes. Der Flügelstürmer aus Philly ist arrogant, unnahbar und verdammt anstrengend. Aber das ist egal – Ezra interessiert sich sowieso nicht für ihn. Kein bisschen. Auch nicht nach dieser einen Nacht. Anton lebt für den Sport. Er hat hart dafür gearbeitet, einer der Besten in der Liga zu sein – ohne dass sein Privatleben die Schlagzeilen bestimmt. Ezra ist das genaue Gegenteil: laut, selbstbewusst und ganz schön aufreizend.

Tripp Mitchell hat einen simplen Plan: Abstand gewinnen. Abstand von Dex – seinem besten Freund, seinem heimlichen Crush und der wohl größten emotionalen Baustelle seines Lebens. Nach Jahren des Verliebtseins will er endlich loslassen. Einfacher gesagt als getan, denn kaum läuft Dex' Beziehung gegen die Wand, steht er auch schon wieder vor Tripps Tür. Und Tripp? Lässt ihn natürlich rein. Dex Mitchale ist vieles – ein gefeierter NHL-Spieler, chaotisch, charmant, manchmal ein bisschen verpeilt. Nur in Sachen Liebe hat er absolut keinen Plan. Sich binden? Keine Chance. Gefühle zeigen?

It doesn’t matter that I was the number one draft pick in the NHL or that I’m projected to be the next great generational player, because none of it is enough to impress my childhood crush back in my hometown. Sam used to mock me for being like a Disney Princess with my uncanny knack for finding animals in need. And being home in Colorado for the summer, I’m bound to run into him now that he runs the animal shelter where I used to volunteer. Where I used to try to get his attention every chance I had.

When it comes to hockey, I'm all about the game. I've worked for years to be one of the best in the league, and l've done it without splashing my orientation all over the tabloids. My hockey image is one I've carefully cultivated, and after one night with Ezra Palaszczuk, I risk it all. He's cocky, obnoxious, and has an ego bigger than Massachusetts. And okay, maybe he's the sexiest man I've ever known. We'll never get along. Not when we sleep together. Not even when my possessive streak awakens. That doesn't stop us from falling into bed together over and over again.

Straining my groin is bad enough. It puts my hockey career, my future, but even worse, my dignity on the line. Having to get massages in that area from Vance Landon, one of the team trainers, is mortifying. It’s impossible to hide my feelings toward him. If my constant blushing and bumbling doesn’t give it away, my body does. It’s getting to the point where I wonder if hockey is even worth the embarrassment. Trying to avoid him only makes him seek me out more. He’s determined to rehab my injury, but all I want is for him to leave me alone.

Once upon a time, playing for the NHL was my dream. Then Radimir Novicov skated circles around me and made it clear I’d never be good enough. He was smart, talented, and worst of all–sexy. Every closeted guy knows that you don’t hit on your teammate, even if his gaze lingers longer than it should. All it took was one drunken close call before our friendship was in tatters, he was called up to the NHL, and I was sent for further conditioning. Playing in the NHL was off the table, so coaching became my new dream. And seventeen years later, I’m finally heading to the big time.

The worst part of being in love with my straight best friend is the fact he’s too oblivious to see it. Years of pining have left me exhausted, and I need a break from Dex. I need space to get over my feelings. But when his relationship falls apart and he turns to me for comfort, I cave immediately. If there’s one thing I hate more than being hurt, it’s seeing Dex struggle. I can’t leave him in a time of need, even if my friends say it’s my biggest downfall. They say Dexter Mitchale is my weakness, but if that’s true, I don’t want to be strong.

You know what’s the worst feeling in the world? Being in love with someone since you were twelve years old, knowing they only see you as a little brother type. Not even becoming an NHL star has made him realize I’m all grown up now. All of that changes when I ask my brother’s best friend to ref a charity match and we spend an entire week in each other’s pocket. Being close to him is torture, but for the first time since my adolescent crush started, I begin to feel hope.

Finding out those closest to me don’t see me as the great guy I think I am not only kicks me in the gut, it makes me question everything. Until that happened, I didn’t think I had many regrets in my life. Now, I have nothing but regrets. And when my NHL team is bought out, and the new owner makes his presence known, my existential crisis kicks up a notch. Because he might be my biggest regret of all. Parker Duchene. I made his life a living hell in high school, and now he’s inserting himself into my career to repay the favor.

After a little mishap in an alleyway with CCTV, my public image needs fixing. Oops? It might have been a stunt to get the attention of Lane Pierce, San Jose’s new PR manager, but I didn’t realize what the consequences would be when I did it. I’ve got Lane’s sole focus now in all the wrong ways.

After my divorce, I’m ready to have fun, date around, and not get into anything serious. Then I meet Gabe Crosby, superhero firefighter and a disgrace to the Crosby name. He doesn’t even like hockey! Yet, there’s a draw to him I can’t deny—something I haven’t felt since my teens. But that’s the problem. I have no idea what dating is like, let alone how to do it with another man. He makes me flakey and nervous, and I’ve never been that guy.

As a kid, you don't think about the sacrifices you'll have to make for your dreams. I surrendered a carefree childhood to hours upon hours of grueling practices. Abandoned life with my family in favor of a boarding school that would hone my skills to perfection. But my biggest sacrifice, the one I couldn't predict I'd have to make as a little boy, is denying who I am. I thought I could do it. I thought hockey would be enough. After all, as the top rookie in this year's NHL draft and the most promising defender the league has seen in years, my dreams were coming true. Enter Xander Nydek.

Corwin Sanhover could almost convince himself that the night six years ago didn't happen. But when Nigel St. James is traded to South Carolina, it becomes a lot harder to keep their history in the past. Nigel St. James can't imagine a team he'd like to play for less than South Carolina, and he knows Corwin probably feels the same. But when things between them become friendly, it's clear that they both still want each other now, just as they did back then.

Protecting him is my duty, but falling for him could be my undoing. I’ve spent five years burying my past, leaving behind the violence and bloodshed of my former life as a Bratva enforcer. Now, I’m just Luca—the quiet guy who keeps his head down, working security for a professional hockey team. I don’t get close to anyone, and I definitely don’t let anyone get close to me. But then I’m assigned to protect Max Ryan, the team’s star defenseman, and everything changes. He's my obsession. My crush.

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Athletes are notoriously superstitious. Some don't wash their gear. Others sleep with it. I've even heard of a guy who peed on the field to ward off evil spirits. But as far as I'm aware, my teammate Luca is the only guy whose ritual requires a more intimate activity. I wouldn't know that if I hadn't stumbled into it by accident, and even then, I wouldn't have thought my presence had any effect. But the next day he got on the ice and had one of the most spectacular games I've seen him play. One of his best ever. And it gives me an idea.

Proposing to my first boyfriend at a hockey game wasn’t my smartest move. Not only does said boyfriend walk out on me, but the whole stupid thing goes viral, and it turns out the man I was dating has too many boyfriends to count. Internet fame has crowned me a member of the Jilted Exes’ Club, a name I’d do anything to escape. One thing’s for sure: I’m not making the same mistake again. No more boyfriends, just easy hookups. And I’ll start with this gorgeous catch in Seattle. The only problem…he’s a god in bed, and I’m an inexperienced mess.