Elise Faber

ChargingOnce upon a time she'd been an intern. Once upon a time he'd been a rookie. Then Logan had broken her heart. No. He'd freaking nuked it. But now Charlotte was older and as the new GM for the San Francisco Gold she'd decided to bring Logan to the team. Her heart aside, the team needed his skills to win, needed him to plug a hole in the roster. What she didn't need? Logan deciding that the hole he wanted to plug was the one he'd created in her heart all those years before. CagedShe'd thought he was going to ask her to fix his computer. Instead, he'd asked her out. Shy. God, she was so painfully, awkwardly shy. And she was surrounded by gorgeous, sexy men on a daily basis. As video coach for the San Francisco Gold hockey franchise, Dani spent her days wrapped in a technological bubble. She studied tape, prepared clips for the players, and generally avoided other people. Until Ethan had asked her out. On a date. A date That didn't compute. It couldn't be right. No one asked her out-But Ethan had. And she thought...that maybe she wanted to say yes. CrashedOnce upon a time she'd had the happy ending. Then everything had been taken from her. The doting fianc . The expensive wedding. The happily-ever-after resting just at the tips of her fingers. She'd lost herself, had broken into a million tiny pieces. But eventually, she'd patched herself together, and now she had her friends, her job as a skating coach for the Gold, and her quiet. That was enough. And it had been enough. Until he knocked on her door. Until he came back and changed everything.

Kailey Henderson dealt in code. Well, code, social anxiety, and online gaming. What she didn't deal in was sexy hockey players. And she certainly didn't deal in sexy hockey players like Connor Smith. He was brass. He was loud. He was funny and charming and...ballsy. Kailey was about the furthest thing from ballsy someone could find. Connor didn't seem to care. From the moment she'd showed up at the rink to help her friend set up a player development program for the Baltimore Breakers, he had led a campaign to win her heart. The thing was, Kailey didn't actually want her heart to be won, and the more Connor campaigned, the more she resisted. And...the more she resisted and argued and pushed back, the more she found out that she actually could be ballsy. And the worst thing about that? It made Connor campaign even harder.

Six overprotective older brothers. One hopelessly single younger sister. Her. She was talking about herself. Cora was the hopelessly single younger sister. Because, God, she loved her brothers. But, hell, they were ANNOYING. And good at scaring off every single man she'd ever dated. Sigh. She just...wanted the happy ending, the man who'd love her and her flaws. The one who wouldn't be scared off by her six scary-even to her, as much as she hated to admit that particular truth-older brothers. But-another sigh-there didn't actually appear to be a man on the planet who met those criteria. So...circling back to the fact that she was hopelessly single and destined to remain that way. Until one day there was a knock at the door. And Rafe showed up, moved in, and- Proved that her brothers' best friend was the one man on the planet who wasn't scared.

She was broken. I wanted to be the one to heal her. Only it wasn't that simple. She was my superior. I was her second in command. Work got in the way, so remaining friends was smarter, especially for a woman like me who fell hard and often. But I couldn't get Hannah out of my head. In fact . . . I loved her more than my next breath. But her heart was locked down in a way that no one would ever get close enough to win it. Especially now. We worked for KTS, an elite military group whose ranks were dangerously close to breaking. There were traitors in our midst, enemies behind trusted faces. I had Hannah's back through all of it. I wouldn't fail her. Not even when our mission seemed destined to put us in danger, to rattle the very foundations of everything we worked for.

Christmas time with the Gold is usually full of cheer, but this year leaves Brit feeling unsettled. Her best friend and love of her life is acting more Grinch than Kringle and she's worried she might be causing the drift. Along with a healthy dose of holiday spirit, changes are in the air. Stefan has retired, but Brit isn't quite ready yet. Brit knows that this is her life-and her man-and she's ready to fight for their future. With extra lights, cheery wrapping paper, homemade cookies, and sparkling ornaments, she is determined to make this their best Christmas ever. Will the extra holiday spirit help them fall for each other all over again for the new year?

Professional hockey players aren't supposed to get their hearts broken. But that's precisely what happened to me. I fell hard for my ex...and then she cheated on me with a truly reprehensible teammate. Because she was bored. Of me. Not life. She made that fact crystal clear. So I moved on...if remaining single and losing myself in books when I'm not on the ice is moving on. Until I met Prudence Hansley. She is-quite literally-the most imprudent person I've ever had the privilege of knowing. A total daredevil, she's jumped out of planes, hiked into volcanos, spent time in a shark cage. She is...terrifying. And wonderful. And somehow, she likes me. Boring me. But when she dares me to take another chance on love, will I be able to find the courage to leap.

Darcy was used to people looking past her. Hell, she'd made an art form of it-avoiding the busybodies, doing what she wanted with her life. And for the most part it worked. She got to do what she wanted, when she wanted because people left her alone. Unfortunately, there was one person who had decided to ignore the No Entry signs and barbed wire that made most people keep their distance as he barreled his way through her peaceful existence. Morgan was one of the strongest soldiers protecting her people, but he seemed to live to press her buttons, to infuriate her, to drive her absolutely to the edge of reason. That was his art form, and he was excellent at it. Still, Darcy was stubborn and would not be worn down. She wouldn't let anyone in, least of all Morgan. But then . . . he gave her the letter.

No matter how hard Scarlett tried to be good, she always ended up being bad. But everything was different now. She was making her way up the ranks in her dream job, working as a publicist for the San Francisco Gold. Finally, her life was back on track. Then she met Kaydon. He was new to the team-a power forward-and the moment she laid eyes on his sexy-as-sin body she'd dreamed about what that power might feel like in bed. But he was off-limits. She worked for the team, and though she'd spent much of her life being bad, she couldn't risk her job by jumping into a relationship that could easily get her fired. Even if it was with a man like Kaydon. Unfortunately, despite her best intentions at keeping her distance, he was good-very good-at convincing her to be bad.

One second, he had everything. The next, it was torn away. Oliver James was at the peak of his career, captain of the Baltimore Breakers, minutes away from winning another Cup. Then one hit had derailed all that. All he'd ever known was hockey, and he didn't know where he fit in a world where playing was no longer a possibility. But then he was offered a chance to bring hockey back into his life. A shot at starting over. The only condition of that second chance was required meetings with the team psychologist, Hazel. She was exactly the kind of woman he might have once lusted after-beautiful, kind, a body that screamed sex. She made him feel whole, like a man again. Except, she wasn't interested in him outside of being a patient. Well then, Oliver would just have to convince her otherwise.

One second, I had everything. The next, it was torn away. I was at the peak of my career, captain of the Baltimore Breakers, minutes away from winning another Cup. Then one hit had derailed everything. All I'd ever known was hockey, and I didn't know where I fit in a world where playing was no longer a possibility. But then I was offered a chance to bring hockey back into my life. A shot at starting over. The only condition of that second chance was required meetings with the team psychologist, Hazel. She was exactly the kind of woman I might have once lusted after-beautiful, kind, a body that screamed sex. She made me feel whole, like a man again. Except, she wasn't interested in me outside of being a patient. Well then, I would just have to convince her otherwise.

clusterf*@knounA mismanaged and chaotic situationA complexly muddled messA disordered and hectic conditionMisty Hansen's lifeLonely. Alone. By herself. The top three ways Misty had to describe herself-and it was no coincidence they all meant the same thing. She was single, almost pathetically so. It had been so long since she'd been with a man, she wasn't sure she could even remember what it was like. Hell, dust might float out if she took off her pants in the presence of the opposite sex. She was also well aware that she was lucky to have a place to live, a great brother, and awesome friends. She should just be content. But then she crashed into Chance-literally crashed-into the gorgeous man's SUV, totaling it, and managing to cause damage to her brother's house, all in one fell swoop. It was a total clusterf*@k. Because then the man ended up totaling her heart.

Once upon a time she'd had the happy ending. The doting fianc . The expensive wedding. The happily-ever-after resting just at the tips of her fingers. Then in an explosion of glass, in a splintering of metal, everything had been taken from her. She'd shattered herself, had broken into a million tiny pieces. But eventually, she'd patched herself together, had hauled herself back into life, had built something she was content in. Content, but not happy. Never quite inching into happy again. Still, she had her friends, her job as a skating coach for the Gold, and she had her life. That was enough. And it had been enough. Until he knocked on her door. Until he came back and changed everything.

Stef blamed the dating app. She saw his picture-his smile, the rugged line of his jaw, the way the man could fill out a suit, and like an idiot, she fell a bit in love with him. Idiot because no one ever really looked like their profile pic. Idiot also because if the man did look like his profile pic then he certainly wasn't going to be into a science geek who binged old Sci-Fi shows on the regular, and whose longest relationship was with her golden retriever named Fred. But in a night of drunken insanity, she swiped right on the picture she'd been drooling over for months. Then in a morning of hangover unpleasantness, she saw that he'd swiped right, too. And suddenly, she found herself on a date with the man of her dreams. The only question was whether or not he lived up to them.