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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.

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.

She was broken.I wanted to be the one to heal her.Only it wasn’t that simple.She was my superior. I was her second in command. Work got in the way, so remaining friends was smarter, especially for a woman like me who fell hard and often. But I couldn’t get Hannah out of my head.In fact . . . I loved her more than my next breath.But her heart was locked down in a way that no one would ever get close enough to win it.Especially now. We worked for KTS, an elite military group whose ranks were dangerously close to breaking. There were traitors in our midst, enemies behind trusted faces.I had Hannah’s back through all of it. I wouldn’t fail her.Not even when our mission seemed destined to put us in danger, to rattle the very foundations of everything we worked for.

Healer Suz was known for her cool head, steady presence, and impeccable composure under pressure-a pressure that included magical attacks against her people, the Rengalla, and her on the front lines, healing any injuries they sustained.But her position at the Colony was more than that.If someone twisted their ankle, she repaired the tendons and ligaments.If a baby was being born, she was there, welcoming them into the world.If an idiot soldier got hurt doing idiot soldier things, she yelled at them . . . then healed whatever injury had brought them her way.She took care of people. The need was engrained in her heart and soul.Along with . . . loneliness.She wanted someone of her own she could take care of.The trouble was she wanted a particular someone.And Graham hadn't ever bothered to give her the time of day.

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.

dumpster firenoun1. an utterly calamitous situation2. mismanagement for the ages3. something very difficult no one wants to deal with4. Rob HansenRob was single.That hadn't been the plan. But it turned out that his plan wasn't immune to car accidents. It couldn't stave off death, couldn't stop bad things from happening.Now Carmella-his wife, his best friend, the other half of his heart-was gone. And she'd been gone long enough for the tendrils of loneliness to creep in, for him to risk dipping his toe back into the dating world. The only problem was that dating was a hell of a lot different in this world than when he'd been in college.He wasn't good at apps and profiles, his banter skills were rusty, and his flirting . . . well, some might say it was atrocious. Then came high, high heels.Then came a sharp voice with an impressive repertoire of curse words.Then came a woman who was definitely not Carmella . . . but who might be the possibility of something more.