Puckboys

OSKARAfter a little mishap in an alleyway with CCTV, my public image needs fixing. Oops?It might have been a stunt to get the attention of Lane Pierce, San Jose's new PR manager, but I didn't realize what the consequences would be when I did it. I've got Lane's sole focus now in all the wrong ways.He has designated himself as my babysitter, and while it's fun messing with him, being bound by curfews and rules has never worked for me.The more I push back, the more I realize what's really on the line. My career, my future, and maybe even my heart.LANEBeing appointed head of San Jose's PR department was a dream come true … until I met Oskar Voyjik.He may be San Jose royalty, but with the stunts Oskar's been pulling, the team owner is down to his last thread of patience. Which puts me in the firing line. If I can't turn Oskar's entitled party boy image around, we'll both be shown the door.I have free rein to do whatever it takes, and it turns out whatever it takes is Oskar.Only, the more entangled our lives become, the more I see the Oskar he's buried deep down. The one who hurts, the one who's sensitive and kind, the one … the one I think I'm falling for.I can't have him and my career, and if rumors of the professional lines I've crossed get out, it's not only my dream job I can kiss goodbye; I'll be disgraced from professional sports completely.

QUINNStraining my groin is bad enough. It puts my hockey career, my future, but even worse, my dignity on the line.Having to get massages in that area from Vance Landon, one of the team trainers, is mortifying.It's impossible to hide my feelings toward him. If my constant blushing and bumbling doesn't give it away, my body does.It's getting to the point where I wonder if hockey is even worth the embarrassment.Trying to avoid him only makes him seek me out more. He's determined to rehab my injury, but all I want is for him to leave me alone.Or fall for me.One or the other.VANCEAyri Quinn isn't your typical jock … except for the fact he refuses to admit when he's injured.I've seen more than enough professional sportsmen lose the career they love due to injury, and I'm not having it happen again.Especially not when the guy in question happens to be the sweetest, most awkward, innocent jock I've ever met.When a night out leads to Quinn reinjuring himself, I create a care plan that keeps me hands on, literally. Unfortunately, working with him in close proximity brings all those feelings I've been trying to ignore to the surface.I just need to get him better so he can be back on the ice and out of my bed.Ah, my massage bed.Because if this goes on any longer, I might mean my actual bed.Ayri Quinn is impossible to resist.

Easton You know what's the worst feeling in the world? Being in love with someone since you were twelve years old, knowing they only see you as a little brother type. Not even becoming an NHL star has made him realize I'm all grown up now. All of that changes when I ask my brother's best friend to ref a charity match and we spend an entire week in each other's pocket. Being close to him is torture, but for the first time since my adolescent crush started, I begin to feel hope. I swear Knox looks at me the same way I look at him. Or so I think. When I throw myself at him and get utterly rejected, I never want to see him again. Yet, shaking him is impossible, because he and Connor are always around, and my older brother is suffocatingly protective. Every time I look at Knox, I'm reminded of how he turned me down. Can't I just die of embarrassment in peace? Knox The Kiki brothers are legendary in the NHL world. Thick as thieves, unstoppable on the ice, and the kind of family nothing can come between. Or so I thought. For the last ten years, I've successfully hidden my feelings for the middle Kiki brother. Easton is snarky, determined, and the prettiest guy I've met. Ever since we stumbled across each other on a gay dating app and shared our secrets, I've felt a connection to him that I haven't had with anything else. But Connor is my best friend and when it comes to his little brothers, "protective" doesn't cover it. I'm determined to take my feelings for Easton to the grave, but after a week in close proximity to him, my willpower is ready to break. All it takes is one charity hockey match, a drunken night out, and a forbidden kiss for me to know that Easton Kikishkin is it for me. And unless I want to lose Connor, Easton will never be mine.

ConnorFinding out those closest to me don't see me as the great guy I think I am not only kicks me in the gut, it makes me question everything.Until that happened, I didn't think I had many regrets in my life. Now, I have nothing but regrets. And when my NHL team is bought out, and the new owner makes his presence known, my existential crisis kicks up a notch. Because he might be my biggest regret of all.Parker Duchene.I made his life a living hell in high school, and now he's inserting himself into my career to repay the favor.With everything in my personal life already on the line, I can't risk hockey too. I need to figure out a way to play nice with the new owner.ParkerI bought Colorado's NHL team to honor my late father. I did. Only reason.Emotionally playing with one of my many high school tormentors is a nice bonus though.Connor Kikishkin may be the one who made me the target for years of name-calling, but I've always wondered if my hatred for him bordered too much on the obsessive side to truly be classified as hate.Infatuation is probably the right word for it.Now his whole life is in my hands, and I can't wait to see him beg for my mercy. Seeing Mr. Popular find his humility will definitely ease the grief from losing my dad … right? Because right now, that's all I have, and I need to hold on to it so I don't crumble.

COLBYOnce upon a time, playing for the NHL was my dream. Then Radimir Novicov skated circles around me and made it clear I'd never be good enough. He was smart, talented, and worst of all–sexy. Every closeted guy knows that you don't hit on your teammate, even if his gaze lingers longer than it should.All it took was one drunken close call before our friendship was in tatters, he was called up to the NHL, and I was sent for further conditioning.Playing in the NHL was off the table, so coaching became my new dream.And seventeen years later, I'm finally heading to the big time.Video coach. Pro level. The only downside?It's for Novi's team.NOVIRadimir Novicov is not scared of anything. I am one of the best. Future Hall of Famer. There are two years left on my contract and I will end my career on the highest high anyone did see.Then I will slink into the shadows where no one will hear of me again.Because while I'm playing professionally, I cannot come out and be myself. Not with my family still in Russia.The plan has been set since I first moved to America, and I only have two years left to wait. It should be easy to focus on hockey.Then Colby Kessinger walks back into my life. The teammate with the lopsided smiles and cocky attitude–the one who made my heart want things it can't have.Now two years feels like a lifetime.

LACHIEIt doesn't matter that I was the number one draft pick in the NHL or that I'm projected to be the next great generational player, because none of it is enough to impress my childhood crush back in my hometown.Sam used to mock me for being like a Disney Princess with my uncanny knack for finding animals in need. And being home in Colorado for the summer, I'm bound to run into him now that he runs the animal shelter where I used to volunteer. Where I used to try to get his attention every chance I had.He never noticed me then, at least not in the way I wanted.But if there's one thing my time in the NHL has taught me, it's how to fight for what I want. SAMIt's been a few years since I saw the Disney Princess volunteer, but when he brings in a stray cat, I almost can't believe it's the same guy.Damn, has he changed.Gone is the gangly, pimple-faced teen, and in his place is a man who's grown up and bulked out. He used to follow me around, asking endless questions about animal care.Now he's back, but instead of asking about animals, he's asking about me. About my life.Flirting with me. And he's good at it, too.There's something about Lachie that's undeniably irresistible. I'm willing to give in to his charms, even knowing all he can offer is a summer fling.Turns out, my Disney Princess grew up to be a real Prince Charming.