Off the Ice

He's the NHL's most guarded single dad. She's the one woman who can't afford to fall for him. Tori Wells didn't fight her way into the NHL just to become another cautionary tale. As a team physical therapist, she lives by strict rules: heal the players, protect her career, and never-ever-cross the line with a hockey player. Then she's assigned to Zayden Bishop. On the ice, he's untouchable-a French-Canadian superstar with a reputation for being cold, private, and impossible to read. Off the ice, he's a devoted single father running on discipline, stubbornness, and too little sleep. Until a serious shoulder injury threatens his season-and the stability he's built for his six-year-old daughter. Tori is in charge of his rehab. Full oversight. Daily sessions. No room for mistakes. No room for attraction. Except Zayden isn't what she expected. The more time they spend together-early mornings, quiet road trips, late-night conversations-the harder it becomes to pretend this is just professional. Because Zayden doesn't just need his shoulder fixed. He needs someone who sees the man behind the jersey. And Tori is dangerously close to becoming that someone. Crossing the line could cost her everything she's worked for. And Zayden can't risk bringing anyone into his daughter's life unless he's certain they'll stay. Perfect for fans of Meghan Quinn, Elle Kennedy, and Monica Murphy, this slow-burn, single dad, forced-proximity hockey romance brings the heat-and the heart-in all the best ways. Book one in a brand-new hockey romance series. Each book can be read as a standalone.

She's the distraction the team can't afford. He's the solution no one saw coming. Winnie Garrett is done with men. After a toxic relationship, she's focused on one thing: her dream job as the New York Knights' new yoga instructor. Banks Callahan doesn't do relationships. Or feelings. Or anything that requires letting people get close. Growing up in the foster system taught him not to need anyone-and definitely not to want something he could lose. So when the team's new yoga instructor becomes an unexpected locker-room distraction threatening their playoff focus, Banks comes up with a solution so ridiculous it just might work. Fake dating. If the guys think Winnie is his, they'll back off. It's simple locker room code: you don't touch what's claimed-like calling dibs on the last slice of pizza. The problem? Nothing about Winnie is simple. She's warmth and laughter and everything Banks has spent years convincing himself he doesn't need. She makes him want things he can't have. Makes him feel things he doesn't understand. He was never supposed to fall for her. But somewhere between fake hand-holding, pretend nicknames, and very real late-night moments, the line between "just for show" and "dangerously real" starts to blur. Ice Cold Chemistry is a slow-burn hockey romance featuring fake dating, a grumpy hero, a sunshine heroine, and the relationship neither of them planned-but both might need.