The Little Rabbit Who Wanted Red Wings

We promised forever, but his hockey fame tore us apart. Five years later, I’m the journalist assigned to cover his championship run. He’s cold during interviews, answers clipped, eyes never lingering long enough for me to read what he’s thinking. But off-camera, his burning gaze pins me down like I never left. Like we never ended, which blurs the line of love and lust. The team calls him untouchable now. A league legend in the making. I came here to tell his story, not to fall back into it. But as I dug deep, I realized everything I thought I knew was a lie. And someone is determined to make sure I uncover it, no matter who gets destroyed when I do. Including Me.

She swore she’d never touch a hockey stick again. Not after the boy she loved humiliated her on the ice in front of the whole school. But when Ryder Hayes, the new goalie with a criminal record, a reckless grin, and a habit of getting under her skin, asks her to pretend to be his girlfriend, she says yes… for one reason. He’ll help her win a scholarship that could change her life. The deal is simple: she teaches him how to handle the pressure of big games, and he pretends to be the perfect boyfriend in front of the cameras. But the closer they get, the harder it is to tell what’s fake and what’s not. And the more she learns about the secrets behind his smirk, the more dangerous this game becomes.

“Who the hell are you?” Lauren demanded, pointing the Spatula like a sword.The guy raised his hands, looking more amused than threatened. “Easy there, warrior. I am Margaret’s brother.”Her stomach sank. “The Larry?”“Yeah. The Larry,” His smirk widened. “And you must be Lauren. The Christmas Grinch babysitting my niece.”Lauren glared at him, still clutching the poker. “Why are you here? Margaret said you wouldn’t be home for Christmas.”Larry shrugged, leaning against the doorway like he had all the time in the world. “Change of plans. Hope you’re ready for some company.”And just like that, Lauren’s carefully controlled holiday nightmare went from bad to so much worse.Lauren hates Christmas. Every twinkling light and festive carol reminds her of the day she lost her boyfriend in a tragic car accident. She’s made it her mission to avoid holiday cheer at all costs.But when her mother's best friend, Margaret, begs her to babysit her lively but to hard to handle six-year-old daughter so that Margaret and Lauren's mother can go on on a girls trip for the season, Lauren reluctantly agrees. What she doesn’t anticipate is the unexpected company of Margaret’s younger brother, Larry, an arrogant yet undeniably hot hockey star.Forced into close quarters, Lauren struggles to keep her guard up as Larry’s charm and confidence begin to melt the icy walls around her heart. But with painful memories and their clashing personalities standing in the way, can the holiday cynic and the hockey star overcome their scars and discover the magic of Christmas together? Or will their differences and the ghosts of their pasts keep them apart?

Nora Jensen has a plan for everything. Senior year? Mapped out. College applications? Done. Feelings for Cole Whitaker, Millbrook High's infuriatingly charming hockey star? Absolutely, categorically, not part of the plan. But when Cole shows up at her locker with that look — the desperate one he'd never admit to — and says you owe me one, Nora finds herself agreeing to the most ridiculous favor of her life. One family dinner. One fake girlfriend. Simple, clean, transactional. Except nothing about Cole Whitaker turns out to be simple. Not the way he remembers her coffee order without being asked. Not the way he describes his favorite color as pre-game ice, before they turn the main lights on. Not the way he looks at her on the porch after dinner like she's something worth keeping — and she's supposed to be pretending he isn't looking at all. Nora made a deal. She just didn't read the fine print. The part where fake dinners turn into real conversations. Where negotiated terms start feeling a lot like feelings. Where the boy you agreed to pretend to love somehow becomes the one person you can't imagine pretending about. The rules were simple. Don't hold his hand. Don't look at him like you like him. Don't fall. Two out of three isn't bad.

Nineteen-year-old college freshman Sarah Collins is drowning in her father's hospital bills. To save his life, she fakes her age on a resume and lands a high-paying, live-in nanny job for a wealthy family’s seven-year-old son. She just needs to pretend to be a mature twenty-five-year-old graduate. It’s the perfect plan... until she walks into the mansion and meets her new employer's oldest son. Saxton Vance is the university's star hockey player, a popular campus playboy, and the arrogant guy she already hate. He catch her lie in just five seconds. Now, Saxton holds all the cards. He promises not to expose her but on the condition she's at his beck and call. But as running his late-night errands forces them into the same tight spaces, the hatred starts to blur into a dangerous obsession. He thought it was just for fun, but the hockey king is about to lose his heart to his little brother's pretty nanny.

He used to fuck my brother. Rowan,The straight hockey god, the captain everyone would die for, but when the truth mattered? The bastard lied through his goddamn teeth and let my brother take the fucking fall. My brother Theo lost his career, his future, his name, but of course Rowan kept his jersey. His crown and his stupid spotless reputation. Too bad now I’m on his team. Same ice, locker room. Same slow, dangerous looks that tell me he’s known exactly who I am from the start. He plays me harder than anyone else. Hits me lower and watches me closer. Then the coach makes it clear, Next year, only one of us gets signed by the NHL, The rivalry turns ugly after that and when I decide the fastest way to ruin him is through his perfect little sister, on the ice, he’s my enemy. Off it, he’s everywhere. In my space. In my head. And soon enough I realise I'd need to either murder the hatred out of me, or fuck it right into him