The Phantom Of The Open: Maurice Flitcroft, The World's Worst Golfer

A small-time office worker—constantly being pushed around by others and abandoned by his wife—turned into the richest of the rich overnight.

"Try not to embarrass me out there, Sunshine," Tyler muttered. I rolled my eyes. "I'm not the one with the ego, Sinclair." ********** Flora Morgan lost everything in one day. Her perfect relationship. Her dream job. Her reputation—all because of an embezzlement scandal she knew nothing about. With thirty thousand dollars in debt, the last thing Flora expects is to end up tangled with Tyler Sinclair—the NHL’s most feared player. Cold, arrogant and tattooed. The man the media calls The Devil on Ice. One mistaken identity. One outrageous proposal. One fake relationship neither of them wants. Now she's living under the same roof as the most infuriating man she's ever met, smiling for cameras, modeling beside hockey's biggest star, and convincing the entire world they're hopelessly in love. The problem? Fake relationships have a dangerous habit of feeling real. Especially when buried family secrets begin to surface, dangerous enemies start circling, and the past refuses to stay buried. What happens when the cameras stop rolling... but Tyler still calls her his prettiest problem?

The final race would decide everything: win, and I'd make the national team; lose, and I'd be kicked off the racing team. Twenty-eight years ago, my father was crippled by the same man. His spine was broken, and he never stood again. Two hours before the race, I saw him crouching beside my car with my own eyes. When I went over to check, I found the brake line had been cut and the brake fluid had been mixed with alcohol. The method was exactly the same. My father had waited in his wheelchair for twenty-eight years. I crouched down and stared at the severed brake line for a long time. Then I stood up, wiped away the fingerprints, and put on my helmet. I didn't report it. I didn't change cars. I didn't tell anyone. Because I wanted him to watch with his own eyes— To see how he'd be sent to hell by the "loser" he despised. The engines roared. The green light came on. I released the brake and floored the throttle. The moment I shot forward, I knew— This car's brakes wouldn't last past the seventh lap.

He’s the NHL’s most violent beast. And to save his multi-million dollar career, I have to let him lock the cage. I used to manage billionaires, tech tycoons, and corporate sociopaths. But after a toxic ex destroyed my life and left me in crippling debt, I traded my high-powered PR career for the quiet sanctuary of a piano teacher. I thought I was safe.Then came the Tigers. And then came Logan McAllister.He’s six-foot-five of raw, unhinged athletic dominance. A superstar goalie with a violent temper that just left a hotel elevator in ruins. He’s one strike away from a lifetime ban, and the team is offering to wipe my entire debt portfolio if I can rehabilitate his monstrous public image for six months.I thought I could handle him. I was wrong.From the second I step into his world, Logan doesn't want a publicist. He wants total submission. To him, I’m just a fragile little mouse trapped in his territory.Behind closed doors, the boundaries blur.I want to run. I want to escape the terrifying, breathless rush that spikes in my veins whenever he crowds me against the wall. There is no way out. Logan doesn't care about the league's rules. He only cares about his crease. And he’s already decided that my body, my breath, and my future belong to him. Warning: This is an extreme, high-spice, dark sports romance featuring an unhinged, ultra-possessive alpha hero and heavy bully themes. It contains dubcon/non-con elements, public humiliation, birth control tampering, and breeding themes. There is minimal grovel—the beast stays a beast. Read at your own discretion.

My wife, Charlene Weber, has taken me to the Scumbag Court. If I'm found guilty, all my assets will be taken from me, and I'll face 10 years of imprisonment. Charlene, on the other hand, will get to marry her ideal man—Joel Quinlan—as she wishes. If I'm acquitted of all charges, Charlene will be made to divorce me without alimony. She'll also be cursed with bad luck and disfigured so badly she'll be the ugliest woman in the world. Conversely, I'll be given 10 million dollars in reparations and gain a lifetime's worth of good luck. Everyone is advising me to admit to my mistakes, but only because Charlene has always been a virtuous, devoted wife in their eyes. They think that there must surely be some complicated grievances between us at the moment. However, they are unaware that I've been reborn. This time, I'm going to tear off Charlene's mask of hypocrisy.

My boyfriend Julian is a chess grandmaster, a genius. At sixteen, he became the youngest grandmaster in North American history. I gave him ten years of my life, but a ring was never on the table. But when he reached the pinnacle of his career and won the Grand Slam, he still refused to break the pact he'd made with his family about his career. "According to my plan, I'm not considering marriage or any other form of long-term commitment until all my goals are achieved." I didn't argue with him. I quietly packed his luggage for the World Championship and wished him the best. He had no idea that at the very moment he was lifting the championship trophy with the world watching, I was dragging my failing body to sign my own name on a euthanasia consent form.