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He’s spent a lifetime fighting to forget. Now he’ll have to decide if remembering the past—and taking a shot at happily ever after with Mac—is worth the potentially devastating cost. Fighting to Forget, book 3 in the Fighting series, is an emotional, angsty, contemporary, steamy, sports/MMA romance with a guaranteed HEA. Download today and get ready to fall for Rex and Mac.

Only one person isn't falling for my reputation as the NHL's golden boy; she captured my attention the minute she called me out for snooping through my best friend's house. She didn't want to hear my reason - she only wanted to playfully give me a hard time. Adalyn is bold, sassy - and the perfect escape. She's everywhere. In town and in my dreams, and suddenly, I need to spend every waking moment with her. But in the midst of getting lost in Adalyn, what I don't expect is to get her pregnant. What I definitely don't expect is having to fight for her affection.

From Maplewood to Wrestling Arenas worldwide, Bebaclelife turns obsession into empire. With comedy, chaos, and mentorship from the legendary Billy Graham, he creates a wrestling legacy like no other—full of laughter, drama, and unforgettable moments.

“On the heels of Under Orders, Francis once again proves himself a master. Wow.”—Booklist Max Moreton is a rising culinary star until his guests fall victim to severe food poisoning and then a bomb blast rips through the luncheon he’s catering. Two close calls are too close for comfort...

Johnny Decker, #12. Star quarterback for the Boston Tomcats. Two-time Super Bowl MVP...a decade ago. Nickname: "Decker the Panty Wrecker". When we lose our beloved team owner, his estranged daughter inherits the Tomcats. I don’t know which is worse—the fact that she’s a finance nerd from New York who knows less than nothing about football...or that I mistook her for a secretary when we first met. She’s stubborn, uptight, infuriating, looks way too good in a skirt, and she’s wrong about absolutely everything—from pizza to how to run my team.

JARED - If I had a dollar for every time Banner Morales made my heart skip a beat...The heart everyone assumes is frozen over. Her anger is...arousing. Every glare from those fire-spitting eyes, every time she grits her teeth, gets me...well, you know. If I had a dollar for every time she's put me in my place, I'd be an even richer man. I'm a successful sports agent because I assume "no" means you'll think about it. I'm sure what you meant to say is, "Coming right up." They say even rich men don't always get what they want, but those men don't know how to play the game.

¿Quién es Belaundia Fu? Es la mejor amiga de Marta a los siete años, la amiga invisible que se queda con ella cuando las cosas no salen bien y ni siquiera la abuela es capaz de consolarla. Belaundia Fu es la voz sensata, ideal e infalible que, en la adolescencia de Marta, le...

On and off the field he’s at the top of his game. Roan respects hard work, dedication, and follow through. He’s not a one-and-done kind of man, and he’s far from being done with Allie Harris. One sexy night and two years later, Allie’s job brings her back to town. An opportunity for the perfect replay Roan has been fantasizing about since they slept together.

Jace Sinclair here, and I'm amazing. There is no other way to describe me. I am the leading scorer for the Bellevue Bullies, I'm the captain, and people love me: my family, my teammates, my coach, and the NHL. This is my last year in college - I already have one foot in the draft. Hockey keeps me warm even when it's freezing. It's always there when nothing else is. And it pushes me to be the best I can be. It's my one and only love. That is, until I see her against a tree with a guitar. Avery.

"Lauf!", schreit eine Stimme in meinem Kopf. Aber ich kann nicht. Nie wieder werde ich laufen können. Der Laufsport ist alles für Jennifer. Doch kurz vor der Europameisterschaft passiert das Unfassbare: Bei einem schrecklichen Unfall verliert sie ein Bein. Völlig aus der Bahn geworfen, kämpft sie nicht nur um ihr altes Leben, sondern auch gegen eine Bedrohung aus der Vergangenheit. Eine, vor der sie nicht mehr davonlaufen kann.

Much to my utter dismay, the Portland Icehawks chose me in the expansion draft, and now my estranged father is my hockey coach. No one on the team knows he's my dad. They think he's a distant relative I don't get along with. They're right about that last part. We hate each other. He blames me for the death of my sister, and I blame myself, too. He's unfairly targeted me, and his constant criticism is destroying my confidence and my game. The only thing I look forward to is my time working with the underprivileged, especially with one feisty, attractive female.

Childhood crushes reunite in this spicy friends-to-lovers hockey romance. Daniel “Bellzie” Bellamy should be on top of the world—a Stanley Cup is the perfect topper to his fourteen-year NHL career. But despite the post-win high, something’s missing. When the chance to play for his...

A gripping thriller from the bestselling Isabel Allende. For Amanda Martín and her friends, Ripper was all just a game. But when security guard Ed Staton is found dead in the middle of a school gym, the murder presents a mystery that baffles the San Francisco police, not least Amanda’s father...

As captain for the Boston Blades, I've spent years working toward bringing home the Stanley Cup. But when the owners sell us out to Hollywood, suddenly we're not just playing for thousands of fans, we're cracking open our lives on Getting Pucked, a new reality show. I agree to sign the contract on one condition: They hire New England's reigning queen of media to call the shots. Holly Belliveaux Carter. The woman who drives me to insanity and turns me on with nothing but a quirk of her lips and the sound of her laugh. The only woman I've ever loved. The problem? She's my ex-wife.

They say everyone has either an addiction, obsession, or weakness in this world. Something that can penetrate you down to the core and influence you in a way nothing else can. I have all three. One happens to be her. Kit Bishop is in my veins. But unfortunately for me, she's the drug I'll never be able to indulge in and the high I can't chase. Because I'm a liar. A thief. And I've destroyed everything that's ever been mine.

Charlie Braxton has it all: a wicked curveball, a beautiful wife, and the kind of money and attention that's attached to a professional baseball contract. Except his famous curveball comes with intense social anxiety, his wife is actually his soon-to-be ex-wife, and the money . . . Well, suffice it to say, he knows what it's like to be treated like an ATM. But at least he's better off than the new guy.

Carter is my cousin’s best friend, and thanks to the fugue state I must have been in when I agreed to this living arrangement, he’s my roommate for senior year. Everything would be fine if he would just stop messing with me. But he’s incapable of restraining himself. So when he takes his antics too far, who can blame me for retaliating in kind?

I grew up with the Buchanan twins. Wreaking havoc. Playing hockey. Causing chaos. Almost all of my memories involve Archer and Maverick. Then I started dating one of them. Archer Buchanan is perfect. He’s sweet. Attentive. Passionate. He’s everything a girl could ask for in a boyfriend. And I love him so much. The problem is…I love his twin brother even more.

Dr. Devlin Dane has had his sights set on my panties for months. But I've done a stellar job of fending him off. As Mercy Medical's most eligible bachelor, he has no problem in the panty-dropping department. He's tall, dark, and inked all over. I get the appeal; I'm not dead. I'm not stupid either. He's a walking heartbreak waiting to happen. But when Reese Dane comes crashing into my life - literally- the game suddenly changes. The two have an unstoppable pull like centrifugal force.

After I’m arrested for throwing a raucous party, my hockey team says I have an image problem. And I need to fix it, stat. Charity work? Check. Haircut? Sure. But I draw the line at hiring my neighbor to style me. In the first place “style” shouldn’t be a verb. And I’m tired of people who’d judge me on appearances. Vera and I don’t see eye to eye on anything. She wants me to try on clothes, while I just want to remove hers. She's distractingly pretty, with soulful eyes and a sinful mouth that likes to argue with me.