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There are two kinds of women in the world - those I can bang, and those I can't.My teammate's sister?She's a can't.I moved in with her to protect her from a nasty ex, not to be the next guy in line.She's the brains.I'm the brawn.She's the fruit.I'm the sausage.She talks too much.I don't talk at all, if I don't have to.Should be easy to resist her.But every minute I spend with Felicity is another minute she gets under my skin. She makes me feel...

If I had to pick a bride of convenience, my first choice would NOT be Peach Maloney.My fiftieth choice would NOT be Peach.Top spot on my list of occupational hazards? Yes.Royal pain in the crumpets? Yes.A bride of convenience? No.But I've unexpectedly gone from royal bodyguard to monarch, having inherited a crown that was stolen from my family long before my birth. The kicker of this unexpected royal gift? In order to take the throne I must fi...

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A hockey-playing prince, a most improper lady, and one accidental pregnancy…When you're an heir so spare that getting attacked by a shark is more likely than you ever wearing the crown, you're only allowed certain liberties. Yet still, those liberties can bite you in the ass.Good thing I'm such a charming devil.Even then, I've been banished to America for a year under the pretense of playing professional hockey while my father cleans up my lat...

Remember that time you accidentally sexted your in-laws?Yeah. I just did that. Except worse. Now my million social media followers are reading and sharing the rude, smartass message I meant to send privately to my little sister...and I'm officially public enemy number one.I'm Beck Ryder. Former boy bander. Underwear model. Fashion mogul. And I just buried my entire leg in my mouth-not just my foot-modern internet style, and publicly insulted m...

He's the biggest, baddest, most spider-fearing motherpucker on the ice… When you're named after the king of the gods, the world expects certain things of you. Tough? Damn right. Smart? Don't let the hockey uniform fool you. Large and in charge? Honey, I'm the biggest, baddest, mother pucking-est machine to ever own the ice. I shoot. I score. In and out of the rink. I don't come early, but I come often, if you know what I mean. And I always lea...

They call me the sugar whisperer.Anything your tongue desires, I can bake it. Scones? Child's play. Cupcakes? I'll frost them so good you won't know what hit you. Donuts? Please.You're talking to a master baker.But there's one egg I've never been able to crack.My best friend.Correction: my former best friend.She's the apple in my pie. The whip in my cream. The lemon in my meringue. The wish in my bone.She's the one who got away.After ten years...

For anyone who's ever been on the receiving end of an unsolicited dick pic… He has the muscles of Adonis, an ego bigger than the sun, and a very clear desire to get back in my pants. Which would be fantastic if he weren't a SEAL and I wasn't a criminal. Although, I prefer the term avenger. I'm a hacktivist, cleaning up the cesspool of cyberspace one scam artist and troll at a time, and I sometimes bend a few rules to get justice done. He's a m...