Rush Hockey

I hated hockey players. While the Rush had cleaned up their act and were no long wreaking havoc in my town, Joel-captain and a talented forward on the team-was wreaking havoc on my life. He'd made it his mission to push my buttons on a regular basis. The man was equal parts infuriating and distracting . . . And gorgeous. The worst part? I hadn't expected that I would like him. That I would want him. That I would become desperate for him to want me back. Contains mature themes.

I had everything I had ever wanted . . . And it meant nothing. Because the love of my life had lost everything. My career was exactly where I'd wanted it-I was on a great team, getting lots of playing time, and I'd finally won the ultimate prize. But Bailey was hurting, and I couldn't live knowing that. I loved her more than my life, my job, my dreams. She was my dream now. And I would do anything to save her so that she could live out hers. Contains mature themes.

I never expected to fall for a puckboy. I certainly never expected to fall for Axel Finnegan, star of the Rush. But the hockey player charmed his way into my life, made himself indispensable, and now I was all in for my filthy puckboy. Except . . . my life had other plans. My ex was back, my parents were a freaking nightmare, and Axel's career was taking off, bringing with it a level of fans and puck bunnies that were increasingly uncomfortable for my small-town heart. But then it wasn't just my heart that was being threatened. It was my home, my livelihood, my . . . Life. Contains mature themes.

I played hard and lived even harder. At least until the mayor of River's Bend got it in her head that the hockey players carousing through her small town in Nowhere, California were unwelcome. I couldn't care less. My priorities were pucks, puck bunnies, and pucking my way to the top. Only . . . I underestimated the mayor and her intentions to clean up the town, the Rush, and end my streak through the town's female population. I underestimated that her matchmaking abilities might be on point. I underestimated that her niece might be . . . The woman who would lay claim to my heart. Contains mature themes.