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The lighting made it look incredibly intimate. ​"The media is loving us," Ethan explained as I stared at the screen. "Our chemistry, the look, all of it. They think we're the next big sports IT-couple. Look at the comments." ​ I scrolled down reluctantly. He wasn't lying. The internet was losing its mind over the mysterious girl next to the NHL’s golden boy. ​"Okay, but I don't really follow," I said, handing the phone back to him as a strange knot formed in my stomach. I hated the idea of my face being plastered across social media. "We aren't a thing."

“I’ll be fucking honored, Hayes.” The ring slid onto my finger and then he cupped my wet face in both hands before leaning in to kiss me. Deeply and wholly and stupidly perfect in front of five thousand screaming fans. If anyone had ever told me Dorian, the guy who hated me would be mine forever, I would never have believed it. Dorian pucked me hard, figuratively and literally and showed me love beyond my imagination. Enough with the hockey puns. I love my Redhead. Thank you for reading and enjoying my love story.

This isn’t a dark romance love story built on sweetness. It’s built on denial. On want. On the kind of hunger that doesn’t ask for permission even when you want it to. MARA LENNOX’S P.O.V. The Rink Bar, Post -Game I notice him before I let myself notice him. Shit! If that’s even a thing?

I looked past his shoulders and saw the devastated Nyra. “I thought your girlfriend is behind you.” This made Logan drop his gaze, his grip on me loosening and he pulled off. Behind him, I could see Nyra swallowing hard, her eyes also down, her fists clenched. She then composed herself and stepped closer to Logan and locked her hand with his. “Coach?” I called to my coach who looked as though he was going to explode with furry. “What type of people do you include in the National respected hockey team?” I questioned, still calm, but that was only a facade.

She smirked, and I gasped, pressing a hand against my chest. “That was terrifying. How could you say something so scary? Now, I'm so scared.” I chuckled softly. “You're crazy, Noah.” How could I not be when I'm with you? My phone pinged with a text, and I hesitantly reached for it. The official date for this year's NHL match has been released. Vivianne's phone lit up, and she picked it up, her eyes brightened and brows furrowed as they glued to her phone screen.

END OF BOOK 2 The Mitchell-Volkov family's story continues in Book 3: "CHAMPIONSHIP ICE" - where new challenges in New York will test everything they've built, while Franklin's legacy influences decisions from afar and unexpected opportunities arise for Emma in women's hockey development. The question isn't whether they can succeed in their new life—it's whether they can maintain their family bonds while pursuing individual dreams on the biggest stage in professional hockey.

Next chapter will be coming soon and it'll be heated, we're very close to wrapping this book up. Also dear readers please add my next books to ur library, if U love Erotica with crazy plot then the books are for U Hunted Luna Becomes The Hockey Brothers Possession And The Beta's Temptation... you're bound to get wet

I was carrying Damien's baby. Damien Volkov. The captain of Boston Wolves. Hockey's golden boy. One of the nation's most loved hockey stars. And I was now the mother of his child. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This news could change everything. If he found out that his child was growing inside me, maybe Damien would finally look at me. Maybe he would finally love me as his wife Maybe he would finally be proud enough to show me off to the public as NHL's Damien Volkov's wife.

The sound of her voice sent panic clawing up my throat, and I parted my lips to explain—except Rhett beat me to it. He pivoted toward her with that devastatingly charming smile, and the second Cassie saw his face, her eyes went huge. Her jaw dropped, her whole body trembling. “Y…you… you’re R…Rhett Voss—the hockey player. Rhett.” Her voice cracked, disbelief lacing every syllable. “Well, yeah,” Rhett said casually, stepping forward. He extended his hand with all the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he did to people. “Nice to meet you.”

With a sweet addition: Anastasia Blomqvist, who was definitely put in my way by some divine intervention. I was meant to go through all of this just for her, I’m sure. In just two full week of doing whatever the fuck we want, I’ve been convinced this is it. I don’t want to call it anything yet—I don’t want to jinx it—but it feels right as fuck. More right than anything in my life, except hockey. So with both hockey AND Anastasia in my life, I already know I will be unstoppable. “Want me to drop you off at Chloe’s? Then pick you up when I’m back?” I offer Annie as we’re leaving the office together.