Bears Hockey II

Owen CookI have one goal: To be the best hockey player I can be. I'm not going to waste the opportunity I have. All my focus is on hockey. I avoid distractions like women and relationships during the hockey season, but when a quirky subway busker asks me out on a fake date, somehow I'm intrigued enough to accept. Emerie RossI gave up my music dreams to look after my half-sister. I don't want her to feel as alone and neglected as I did after our mother died. But my ex-boyfriend is still trying to win me back and now my stepfather is helping him. Gah! I'd rather drink bleach than marry Roman Moretti. If they think I'm involved with someone else, maybe they'll give up on that idea. All I need is a man…a date for a party. OwenWhen Emerie introduces me to her wicked stepfather (ha) I realize I've made a huge mistake. He's my boss-the man who owns the team I play for. And he's not happy to see me with Emerie. Can you say career ending move? EmerieOops. I hate hockey. How was I supposed to know who Owen is? How are we going to keep Vince from trading him away? How am I going to make sure I stay happily un-married? We're going to have to keep up this pretense even if it means me going to hockey games. Ugh. Even if it means disrupting Owen's rigid routines. Even if it means everything gets a lot more complicated…

Harley ReidMy holiday plans? Boxed wine, flannel pajamas, and Netflix minus the "chill". I hadn't planned on getting off my apathy until after New Years-until I accidentally crash into my ex's new girlfriend's car. But it's the motivation I need to flee to my Aunt Nora's place in NYC for Christmas.Colliding with a typically grouchy New Yorker isn't my best foot forward. But sweet Jesus on a cracker, he's a lickable, Viking-size hunk of hotness. As we somehow keep running into each other, I begin to believe I can shed the hurt and humiliation and be fearless. Nils AxelssonMy holiday plans? Spending my hockey team's break alone. My friend Nora, however, won't let me escape her vortex of holiday cheer, and I find myself agreeing to take her niece to a Rockettes show.I was expecting an awkward teenager in braces, but it's the same woman who plowed into me in the elevator. A knock-me-sideways stunning blonde whose beauty and kindness hits me like a puck to the chest. The more time I spend with her, the more I want as much as I can get before she has to go back home. Unless I can give her a reason to stay.