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My escape plan seemed foolproof—retreat to my brother's empty apartment after catching my ex with another man. But I stumble into an unexpected complication: his hockey player roommates... and I'm stark naked. Despite my mortifying entrance, and against my better judgment, they're willing to let me stay but with a few rules: 1. No funny business. 2. No telling the team captain—aka my brother, Harrison. 3. It's temporary until I can find somewhere else to live.

Rule number one of hockey team ownership: Don't sleep with the players. Growing up Oliver Benson's daughter, I've known this rule all my life. And when I unexpectedly inherit the Nashville Devils, his hockey team, all eyes are on me - waiting for me to fail.

Pretending to be a hot hockey player’s girlfriend shouldn’t be a problem. Except when that player is my brother’s teammate, Foster Craig, with the body of a god and a British accent that melts the panties straight off my lady bits. Did I mention that I might have a teeny crush on him? But after a picture of an accidental kiss goes viral, he makes an offer I’d be hard-pressed to refuse. A few dates in exchange for a lot of money. It seems harmless enough. And besides, I have a dead car, a baby to take care of, and a romance novel to write.

I had my life all figured out. Hockey. A revolving door of women. No strings. No worries. Until my sister runs off with a man she's just met and leaves my nine-year-old niece in my living room with nothing but a backpack, a stuffed snake named Leo, and a broken heart. I need help. Elle Hurst was only supposed to be in my life for one night—a curvy distraction with a big heart and a wicked sense of humor. But she's volunteered to watch Chloe while she's in town, and I have no choice but to let her.

I'm the bad boy of the NHL. The enforcer with a mean punch and bad attitude. The ladies don't seem to mind and my stick is always ready to go. So, I have a few scandals. Who doesn't? Everything was fine until she clicked into my life with her hot pink Barbie heels. After one too many tabloid exploits, my career is in jeopardy, and she demands I clean up my act. I can't not say no. Even if I want to. The stakes are too great. Turns out I'm not so good at behaving and even drag Miss Perfect into the mud when we wake up naked, hungover, and wearing matching wedding bands.