He’s beer and burgers.Frankie Taylor has a perfectly organized life—including a checklist for her ideal man. Just when she thinks her dream boyfriend is going to propose, he dumps her instead. Heartbroken, she impulsively flees across the country. She lands in a small town where her only romantic prospect is unshaven, unsophisticated, and definitely not her type.Jake Cookson likes living large. After the grind of playing hockey eight months of the year, he wants to party in the off-season. And while he doesn’t do commitment, he’s more than willing to have a summer fling with the curvy brunette who’s new in town. To his surprise, she’s unimpressed by his NHL fame, money, and athletic prowess.Can Frankie throw away her plans for the future and appreciate what’s in front of her now? And can Jake even pronounce the word relationship?

    

     Why can’t he get the girl? And she has an answer for him. Or maybe eight. With five years of best-friend hood under their belt, they’re about to embark in the project of a lifetime. To make Elliot alpha. The only catch? They have just four weeks to turn the video game loving Elliot, into a cocky, sexy, tattoo clad beast Fe has read about in her romance novels. Can they do it? Or will the flitter of love that’s been brewing under the surface finally get the kindling it’s been longing for?

    But Jordan realizes the title carries with it a new-found sense of responsibility. He needs to be a leader if he wants the team to win it all this season, which means leaving behind his reputation as a partying ladies' man. Charlotte Stone is a best-selling author and Manhattan socialite who is sick of the city. She's determined to live somewhere different that doesn't include being a guest star on her mother's reality show. But places like London or Los Angeles would just be more of the same. Then she hears about a building renovation project in Detroit and decides a move to somewhere completely unexpected is exactly what she needs. What Charlotte doesn't need is another hockey player in her life. Two years ago, she dated the biggest pest in the league who ended up breaking her heart. So why is she trying to find excuses to see the all-star captain of the Pirates? And how did she become the only woman who could derail Jordan's plan to win it all?

    The only woman in his life is his childhood best friend, Corrine Harrison. So when Corrine pretends the two of them are engaged to fend off the condescending pity of an emotionally abusive ex, Weston is willing to play along. But he quickly discovers their charade is a little too real for comfort…Corrine always had a thing for Weston. But she knows she blew it when she announced her fake engagement. Her ex was so snide and dismissive that she blurted out the lie, failing to consider what a burden it would be for Weston, who had stuck her firmly in the friend zone. But after a single burning kiss from this smoking hot Navy SEAL, she's not so sure her feelings are unrequited anymore…They planned to stage a break-up before Weston shipped out to his next post. But suddenly, this fake engagement is feeling all too real. And when someone tries to sabotage her new bridal shop, Weston stands up to protect her. But who will protect her broken heart when Weston finally leaves?

    Having a baby with his PR advisor wasn’t part of the plan! I’m an all-star. A football hero. A household name. But my reputation precedes me. After one too many drinks and one-night-stands. The public sees me as a bad boy. Reckless. And my sponsors don’t like it one bit. I’m one scandal away from being off the team. And now, the kicker. A sex tape that’s gone viral. I did what anyone would do and hired a PR pro; A hot, sassy spin doctor who’s amazing at what she does. How the hell could I resist her? Only now I’ve got a problem. She’s pregnant. And the kid is mine. This is a full-length romance, with steamy love scenes, a beautiful HEA and utterly no cliffhangers!

    Uh, nix that last one. Brent has the talent and skill that should have his career soaring. But something is wrong. He’s lost his hockey mojo and can’t get it back. Enter Aubrey Shelburne, life coach to the stars. Aubrey’s worked with some difficult celebrities, but she’s never encountered a guy quite like Brent Oliver. Or has she? Seems a reckless night of partying, one that had Aubrey waking up in a strange man’s bed, is about to bite her in the ass. That is, if Brent doesn’t first. Fighting an off-the-charts attraction, Aubrey and Brent must learn to work together. But it’s not an easy task when they’re at each other’s throats every minute. Is this relationship a disaster in the making? Or is it destiny? Washboard abs and sex toy mishaps aside, Destiny on Ice is a fun and irreverent romp that’ll have you swooning on one page and laughing on the next.Sports Romance/Romantic ComedyNOTE: **STANDALONE NOVEL** **EACH BOOK IN THE BOYS OF WINTER SERIES WILL FEATURE A DIFFERENT HOCKEY PLAYER'S STORY**

    If I wanted winter, I'd work in New York City location, not the Miami office.I prefer to represent clients for movie roles and commercials but no, I'm sent to Maine, which is more like freaking Siberia in winter. And to top it off, I have to track down this punk kid with an attitude.I'd rather be sipping a Cosmo on South Beach where I live but I have to rethink this when I meet Wyatt over the burn bin at the hockey pond. The wood isn't the only thing sizzling when he bedazzles me with his pearl-white smile, and the way he fills out those jeans, well... did I mention that I hate the cold weather? And the minute he takes to the ice with his buff body has me second-guessing my love for football? And my hatred for a committed relationship?

    It is the second book in the Wrong Place, Right Time series.

    Possibly for good.With my life rooted in Pine Haven, lovingly pinned in place by my family and passion for photography, my holiday fling with Clay would need a Christmas miracle in order to turn into a real relationship.Will Clay and I have a picture-perfect ending, or will my heart be shattered beyond repair by the new year?

    I don't do these kinds of things.But I would never have a chance to date him otherwise and the money is nice.Our contract says our relationship is strictly platonic.But the kisses feel so real.And deep down I wish it was something more...LoganEveryone thinks I'm a rebel, a bad boy, a guy who can't keep it in his pants...The tabloids make all their money off the disaster that is my personal life.If only they knew the real me.There's only one thing to do to get the public back on my side : put on a show.But things get too real when Riley turns out to be everything I want in a woman.She's smart, sexy, and she loves hockey.But this is all for show... right?I'm willing to risk it all to find out.

    for now.One knee-trembling night togetherPlus a marriage mix up,And I'm stuck playing house with the billionaire.As far as mistakes go, this one takes the wedding cake.It wouldn't be so bad... if he wasn't so achingly hot.Seriously, what's with all the strutting around the apartment half-dressed...Those abs are just begging for attention.Faking a marriage isn't exactly part of my plan,And when I see two pink lines staring up at me,I know my life will never be the same again.I've got six months to prove to myself I don't love him.Six months to tell myself this isn't everything I ever wanted.And one moment to tell him he's a father.Absorb yourself in this steamy billionaire fake marriage romance. Knocked Up Mistake is a stand-alone novel with no cheating, no cliff hangers and a blissful happily ever after.

    Before I’d even met the selfish former pro hockey player turned CEO, he was at the top of my shit list. The entire city of Chicago thinks he’s God’s gift to humanity, but I know the truth.He knocked up my best friend and then ditched her when she needed him most.She got sick after that, and before she passed away, she chose me to raise her newborn daughter. I just need Harry to sign away his rights to the little girl who means everything to me.Unfortunately, it’s not quite that simple. To stay in his daughter’s life, I end up moving in with the man I detest. Loathe. Despise. Hating Harry Stone is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. But slowly discovering a way to not hate him? Now that, I didn’t see coming.

    Her best friend, Dr. Zoe Millis, has been begging her to make the move from Maine to California. Taking a leap of faith, Lacey does just that. Living in San Diego definitely has its perks, such as, sunshine and beaches. The best part of moving to the west coast, however, is that Steven is still on the east coast. Catching your almost husband having sex with one of your bridesmaids on your wedding day would make even the strongest woman jaded. Therefore, Lacey has sworn off men for a while, especially men who travel a lot that have easy access to loose women.When Lacey meets the new enforcer for the San Diego Scorpions, she thinks she might be in trouble. But she is determined to fight her attraction to the sexy NHL hunk. And she is successful...for about a day.

    Steamy and unapologetically witty.Five hockey players, a cabin in the woods . . . and little old me, Winnie Berlin.Sounds like the start of a fantasy, right? But it's not. It's my reality.It all started when I got lost in the middle of the Canadian Rockies. A wicked thunderstorm sent my car mud sliding into a ditch and for a girl whose survival skills involve finding the nearest Starbucks, I was in deep trouble.Forced to abandon my car in search of help, I stumbled upon a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Soaking wet, irritated, and in desperate need of a hot shower, I knocked on the door for help only to be greeted by five boisterous, burly, and insanely attractive men.Not just men.Professional hockey players.I hit the motherload of fantasies, right? Wrong.Because as it turns out, one of them is my ex-boyfriend's half-brother. And when I end up crashing in their spare bedroom for the night, things take a very unexpected turn.I'm not sure any amount of survival skills can protect my heart from Vancouver Agitators star goalie, Pacey Lawes. But as long as we kiss and don’t tell, maybe everything will be okay . . .