That Steamy Hockey Romance

What's a girl to do when her longtime hockey crush offers her a marriage of convenience? Say YES. Obviously. I've spent three years lusting after Grammercy Graves on my (supposedly anonymous) hockey romance podcast-breaking down his stats, his plays, that panty–melting Cajun accent. . . The entire internet knows he's my dream guy. What they don't know? I'm a broke single mom who just lost her job-and the health insurance my daughter needs. When Grammercy finds me crying in a supply closet at a team party, he offers the wildest solution: Fake marriage. Real benefits. One year. No strings. No S–E–X. Just shared coverage and a room with my name on it. But he's so good with my daughter. So generous, so funny, so kind. And when it's just the two of us? He treats me like I'm someone special. Like I'm his. Soon, every kiss for the cameras turns into a kiss we can't stop, and it's getting harder and harder to remember this is all pretend. There's just one secret that could ruin it all-my podcast, the one that proves I wasn't telling the whole story when we first "met." When he finds out, will he walk away. . . Or make my wildest fangirl fantasies come true?

What do you do when the hot younger hockey player you swore you'd stop banging is the perfect revenge date to your ex's wedding? Pretend to be a couple. Obviously. I was going to take the high road. I really was. But Nix needs image rehab before management benches him, and I need a plus-one who proves I've moved on to bigger and better things. (Especially the bigger part…) Besides, we're adults. We can pretend to be hot for each other without actually getting it on in the great outdoors. Again. Right before one of my employees strolls through the garden gate and catches us on the back porch… Oops. Okay, so mistakes were made. And made again. And again. But it's hard to remember why this is a bad idea when Nix is so…perfect. So funny, smart, and protective. So hot and hot for me in a way that makes a girl think she gave up on love a little too soon. I'm two fake kisses away from asking him to be the real thing when a family emergency blows our plan to pieces. Suddenly, it isn't just our hearts on the line. His career hangs in the balance, my life is under a microscope, and one wrong step could mean we're both in the penalty box for good.