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My hand wraps around his wrist, and I try to break free of his hold. It’s no use, so I just dig my fingers into the tendons there and glare at him. “What the hell’s your problem?” His forearm presses against my sternum as he crowds me more, ice-blue mismatched eyes full of unchecked rage. “You’re my fucking problem. Hockey’s little golden boy, coming out here with your good game tonight, acting like you own the sport.” He’s trying to get under my skin, but it won’t work. Unlike him, I don’t let my temper control me, and I definitely don’t toss hands at the drop of a hat whenever I can’t rein in my feelings. Which is why he doesn’t get the reaction he was hoping for, and I snort out a laugh. “Seriously? It was a compliment. One I meant, so just take it and move the fuck on.” “Move the fuck on?”

She was rejected. He was cheated on. He was cold. She was never the same. He was a Beta. She was a nobody. She was heartless. He gave her life meaning. They said she was colder than ice. But he didn't want her any other way.

Danica Jones is a fierce, talented hockey player who has fought her entire life to be taken seriously in a male-dominated sport. When she becomes the first and only woman to make the university’s elite Division I men’s hockey team, she expects resistance — but nothing prepares her for Captain Caleb Ruiz. Caleb is the arrogant, brooding, and undeniably gifted team captain who rules the ice with an iron fist and a permanent scowl. From the moment Danica steps onto his rink, he makes it brutally clear that he doesn’t want her there. His sharp words cut deep, yet his actions tell a different story: during practice he deliberately traps her against the boards, his hard, gear-clad body pressing intimately into hers under the guise of “fixing her stance.” The tension between them is immediate, electric, and dangerously forbidden. When a housing crisis forces Danica to move into the hockey team house — right next door to Caleb — their icy glares and biting arguments quickly spiral into something far more intense. Late-night hallway collisions, shared showers, and accidental touches turn into stolen, frantic encounters. What begins as pure hatred and resentment slowly melts into raw, addictive lust, and eventually into something deeper. As they navigate secret hookups in the locker room, risky hotel room nights during away games, jealous rages, and the constant threat of the team finding out, Caleb and Danica must confront the truth: the arrogant captain doesn’t hate that she’s on his team — he hates how desperately he needs her, both on the ice and in his bed.

When elite figure skater Elias Noir shares the ice with aggressive hockey player Jax Thorne, their worlds collide in a storm of rivalry and buried secrets. A forgotten one-night stand. A mark only one of them remembers. A dangerous game of push and pull where hate tastes dangerously like desire. Jax will do anything to protect his hidden truth—even if it means destroying the one person who makes him feel alive. Elias is drawn to the brute who mocks everything he is, unaware their heated clashes are reigniting a passion neither can deny. On fracturing ice, denial meets memory, and one reckless night threatens to shatter them both. Fragments on Ice — a steamy rivals-to-lovers BL romance about hidden identity, fierce denial, and love born from the coldest of rivalries.

Theodore Callahan has built his entire life on two things: the ice and his reputation. He's a captain, leader and son of a woman who survived hell and raised him to be iron. He does not lose. He does not bend. And he absolutely does not think about Elijah Voss. Elijah Voss is everything Theodore has been trained to hate — polished, untouchable, and annoyingly good at everything Theodore considers his. When a bar fight and a reckless dare birth the most dangerous bet of both their careers, Theodore doesn't think he has anything to lose. Then he loses. What follows should have been simply a debt paid and a night to forget. Instead, it is the beginning of something Theodore has no language for and no safe place to put. And when their parents sit across from each other at a dinner table with rings on their fingers, simple becomes impossible. Now they are living under the same roof, sharing the same hallways, breathing the same air. The bet is still active. The rivalry is still blazing. And something far more dangerous than hatred is building in the space between them. Theodore has always known who he is. He is starting to suspect he has been wrong. As secrets, lies, and temptation spiral out of control, their pride clashes with their desire. With careers, reputations, and hearts on the line, the question remains: in this dangerous game of dominance, who will surrender first—and at what cost?

Zane Kessler, tough captain of the Thunder Wolves, has spent years vowing to crush Jaxon Caldwell, the fast, clever captain of the Storm Hawks. Their rivalry is brutal… hard checks, sharp words, pure hatred on the ice. But after Zane's team loses their biggest game of the season, Jaxon finds him alone in the empty locker room. An argument flares… then a simple touch turns into a soft, surprising kiss. Hate suddenly feels warm and confusing. From that moment, their rivalry begins to melt into something sweeter and deeper. But the hockey world isn't kind to feelings like this. Coming out could destroy their careers, and their teams would never forgive the captains falling for the enemy. Then the league drops the bombshell… the Thunder Wolves and Storm Hawks must merge into one team for the upcoming National Championship. To foster unity, Zane and Jaxon are forced to share a small apartment near the rink. They share the same space, the same locker room, and literally breathe the same air. At first it feels like torture… bumping into each other in the kitchen, sharing the couch after tough games, trying to act like nothing has changed. But the walls come down fast. Quiet talks turn into laughter. Simple meals become excuses to sit close. Stolen kisses in the dark hallway feel like winning the biggest game of their lives. Now they must lead their new team to the title while hiding a love that grows stronger every day. One wrong glance, one slip, and it could shatter everything… the championship, their careers, and the beautiful thing they’ve finally found. On the ice they were sworn enemies. Off it, they’re falling hard. And the closer they get, the more impossible it is to let go. Who will surrender first?

Harper had come to the conclusion that she would never have a boyfriend. Her job pretty much put a stop to any serious relationship and she was fine with that. She loved her job more than any man. Then stubborn, dominate Dimitri came into her life. Dimitri was different, in more ways than one.

Travis’ life is hockey… until Hunter. Hunter is everything Travis hates — arrogant, reckless, infuriatingly talented. The replacement for his best friend. The stranger suddenly living in his house. The stepbrother he never asked for. But hatred on the ice is dangerous when it starts feeling too much like obsession. And as buried secrets, rivalry, and desire threaten to destroy everything around them, Travis realizes the biggest danger isn’t losing hockey. It’s losing himself to Hunter Bailey.

Having a baby will only ruin her body and her career. After Nate kept on pestering Quinn about having a baby, she couldn’t, she didn’t want to get pregnant. Adoption was never an option for her until she found her long lost friend. After so much pestering, she agreed to carry the baby for Nate. Nate, having the chance to lay with his crush, used the opportunity to get back with her. He looked for ways to make Paige stay with him for long, making Quinn angry and jealous. Will Quinn be able to hide her jealousy for long? Will Nate find out the secret Quinn is hiding from him?

I had been married for five years, but my belly remained flat—no sign of a child. Then, on my 35th birthday, I suddenly found out I was pregnant. When I shared the good news with my husband, he flew into a rage. Instead of being happy, he accused me of carrying someone else's baby. Only then did I learn he had a mistress. He even claimed he wanted a "real" child—one that truly belonged to him—with her. I thought he was just being irrational and would eventually come to his senses. After getting an amniocentesis, I immediately brought him the paternity test results to prove the baby was his. He came home acting like a changed man—hugging me, kissing me, claiming that he didn't cheat on me. The very next day, he booked a hotel and threw a banquet, announcing to all our friends and family that he was going to be a father. However, when his mistress saw the news, she completely lost it. She showed up with a group of people, blocked me in the street, and—despite my pregnancy—started punching and kicking me. "You shameless woman! How dare you carry my man's child? Are you that desperate to die?"