Puck Boys of Brooks University

Puck boy? I'll take it. Heck, I've been called a lot worse. Good time? You know it. Just ask anyone at Brooks University. From a young age, the only thing in life I've ever taken seriously is hockey. I'm not the guy anyone-besides family and teammates-can count on. This is all true. At least, until a certain curly-haired, blue-eyed goddess comes to me looking for an easy hookup. And hook her up I do. But what's supposed to be a one-night stand doesn't stop at one night. What's meant to be easy sure as hell gets complicated fast. It becomes clear that Addison LaConte is just as much my savior as she is my demise. They say if you love something, set it free, and if it's meant to be, one day, it will return. Well, I don't think our story is going to be that simple.

They say the line that separates love from hate is thin. So thin, in fact, that the two almost coexist. Almost. It's also been said that when a dude is a jerk to a girl, it's because, deep down, he wants her. I'm calling bullshit on all of it. Tate Tracy is about to find out that I'm not the nice boy anymore. Nor am I a forgiving person. She might have been my best friend for eighteen years, but now, she's no one. And if I have to remind her of that, I will. Even if we're going to be stuck living in an apartment… together. The trouble is, I've only ever had one weakness in life. And it's Tate Tracy.

Angry. Wild. Loose cannon. As one of college hockey's most feared defensemen, I've been told I'm all those things and more. The ice is the only place where I can take my anger out on other people and get applauded for it. The rougher I play, the dirtier I am, the more praise I get. I suppose the same could be said about me in the bedroom. I'm not the dude you want your daughter bringing home to meet you. Because your angel? Well, I'll make sure her halo is crooked by the time I'm done with her. I've met my match. The one who won't be so easy to leave behind. And the thing with Bria Collins? She's nobody's angel. But just because she doesn't wear a halo doesn't mean she can handle my darkness.

When my parents took me to a hockey camp as a kid, they never dreamed it would take me off the path of becoming a doctor, like everyone else in the family. Unfortunately for them, the moment I stepped into that arena and onto that ice, there was no going back. Fast-forward to my junior year at Brooks University, and I've got one shot to make it to the pros. It's now or never. Because if I don't? Hello, medical school. Goodbye, skates. The season gets even harder when the hockey team is forced to work with the dance team for a fundraiser, and I'm paired with the daughter of my family's sworn enemy. As much as I hate to admit it, Sutton Savage is hard not to notice with her dark hair, big blue eyes, and angelic face to go along with those mouthy lips. Soon, it's damn near impossible for me to hate her. And before I know it, I'm striking up a deal with her for her to be my girlfriend. My fake girlfriend. Since we were kids, I've found Sutton to be an entitled brat, someone I couldn't stand, but suddenly, I'm looking at her differently. And when no one is around, I still want to kiss her… and I realize things are becoming a lot more complicated than I ever imagined they would. Romeo and Juliet were forbidden to be together and look how well that turned out for them. The thing is, I'm beginning to see Sutton is worth drinking the poison for. She might not be the one I've always wanted. But now, she's the only one I see. Chosen Boy is a fake relationship hockey romance in The Puck Boys of Brooks University series.

I was four when my parents gave me my first pair of skates. By six, I was hooked on hockey and couldn't get enough. At twelve, I had made a name for myself on the ice. And when I was fifteen, colleges were starting to take notice. Life was great-until it wasn't. When I was seventeen, my best friend died in my arms. Nothing made sense after that. Drinking turned to smoking. And smoking turned to pills. But no matter how high I got, I couldn't erase that night. Or the guilt I felt. Because that night had been my fault. My friend was dead… because of me. As my best friend's baby sister, an actual angel sent from above, Haley Thompson is forbidden fruit, and I should stay away from her. Because everything I touch turns to crap. But like all things I'm not supposed to do, chasing her is another temptation I'm not strong enough to avoid. When I spiral down, hitting my lowest point, I know I can't take her with me. Innocent, sweet souls like her, they don't belong at the bottom. The trouble is, she refuses to let go of me. Even if it will ruin her. Even if I will ruin her.