He’s a goalie who needs a little “fixing up.”

I’m an elite athlete coach who turns good players into greats.

Fixing his game is my job—but falling for him wasn’t in the contract.

Sammy Braun, star goalie for the Vermont Vipers, is stuck.

He’s got the skill but can’t seem to seal the deal – not on the ice nor with Harper, the team manager he’s been crushing on.

When I agreed to coach him, it wasn’t just about sharpening his game.

It was about helping him get his life together.

But the more time I spend with him, the clearer it becomes: his real challenge isn’t his slapshot or his crush.

It’s his heart that’s holding him back.

And maybe mine is what’s at stake.

Sammy thinks he’s ready to win over the girl of his dreams.

Too bad he doesn’t realize— that girl is me.

Devon Chambers: The Vermont Vipers Star Who Became My Surprising Inspiration　And My Fake Boyfriend

I'm a romance writer in a slump.

All I did was tag along to a hockey game with my brother.

The star player slams a guy into a wall and turns to give the crowd a thumbs-up. Just like that…a spark ignited in me. I went home and scribbled down a story idea, posting it to Instagram.

The next morning, thousands of new followers and an avalanche of comments. People loved my idea.

So, I followed the inspiration, bought season tickets to the Vipers games, and kept my new project a secret.

But when fans get a little too involved in the story and catch me chatting with Devon in a bar, they think the story is about me, and the PR teams love it.

The rules were simple.

Two public dates a week, no physical intimacy, and lots of positive press for both of us.

The fans are hooked, and so am I.

I'm writing our story before it's even begun.

We struggle to stick to the rules. No intimacy clause? Oops. His kisses are electric, his touch irresistible, and my heart is no longer just in the story—its in his hands.

When the press finds out I'm pregnant, our PR teams are furious.

But when the truth hits social media, fans fall even more in love.

And as the real story begins, I realize that what started as fiction has become the most beautiful reality I could ever write.

I was stranded in a snowstorm with my ex's pro hockey player Dadnow Im pregnant.

After a nasty breakup with my ex,

His dad takes pity on me and offers to drive me home.

But when a snowstorm strands us in the middle of nowhere,

we're forced to find a roadside motel with nothing to do…but each other.

There's only one tiny bed.and he's huge.

We wake up the next morning tangled like pretzels.

My face nuzzled in his chest

His rock-hard hockey stick poking between my legs.

He says he's too old for me and nothing can ever happen between us.

I am his son's ex-girlfriend after all.

But now I have a secret that could change everything…I'm having his baby.

A baby. On my doorstep. With nothing but a note from my mother.

Now, I'm in way over my head, married to a pro hockey player I barely even know.

My irresponsible mother strikes again leaving me with a surprise sibling.

I need the money in my trust fund to take care of this baby, fast.

The only way to get it? I have to be married.

Enter Brett Ratcliff, star player for the Vermont Vipers and my ridiculously hot client.

He's all charm, easy smiles, and bad decisions.

He offers to marry me.

He thinks marriage is a fun game; I think its fraud.

Moving in with him is supposed to be temporary.

But there's something about the way he holds the baby… and me.

This fake marriage is starting to feel way too real.

The lawyers coming to check if were legit.

The press is sniffing around.

And my mother just showed up to take the baby back.

I had a one-night stand with a woman, who's now my boss and my baby's momma…

I didn't know my one-night stand was Selma Volkov　powerhouse fashion designer.

When I'm hired to photograph her new collection, we quickly realize we've…umm…met…before.

She's infuriatingly irresistible. I can't stand working with her　she's demanding, callous, and arrogant, but damn if i'm not hooked.

Her sharp commands and icy demeanor make me want to scream, yet every photoshoot with her becomes a reminder of that reckless, yet magical night.

Despite the animosity, I crave her. She's like a drug I can't quit.

Every glance, every brush of her hand pulls me in deeper.

Just when I think I'm at my breaking point, she drops a bombshell.

She's pregnant with my baby.

Her walls go up, but I am determined to be there for my child.

I'm not giving up　not on my child, and not on her.