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When Talon left to play pro ball six years ago, the hole in my chest confused me. I focused my heartache into making my own NFL dreams come true, and by the time I was drafted, the longing I had for my best friend was buried deep. Now, he wants everything to be like it was in college, but we can't have threesomes and be reckless like we once were. The media storm would be enough to break both our careers. That's not my biggest concern, though. The torch I had for him burns brighter after so long apart, and there's nothing I can do about it. Marcus Talon is straight.

He's the troublemaking, foul-mouth hockey goalie who always gets what he wants. She's the shy, anxiety-filled, dog lover who just so happens to be the key to him playing this season. Add in striking a win-win deal that includes a fake relationship and these two college students have one complicated year ahead of them.

Want to know the fastest way to get screwed out of a football career? Get photographed in a compromising position in a gay bar. Yep, welcome to my life. My agent says he can fix my image. He wants me to become the poster boy for gay football players. Me? I just want back on the field. I'll do anything to play for the NFL again, even pretend to have a steady boyfriend. If only my fake boyfriend wasn't Noah Huntington III - the most arrogant, entitled rich guy in the world.

"Look out for Zach, and don't hit on him." My brother's request sounds easy enough. Keep an eye out for his best friend on campus and keep my hands to myself. Easy. Even if Zach is a quintessential nerd, who I've always thought was cute, I don't have the time to think with my...stick. There's only one stick I should be focused on this year, and that's my hockey stick. My goal once I graduate is to get an NHL contract. The last thing I need is a distraction. On or off the ice. Only, keeping to the rules is harder than I thought it would be.

It turns out making out with my best friend in high school could be considered gay. Who knew? Apparently, everyone but me. Now that it's been pointed out, I can't help reliving it in my head. Repeatedly. Good-bye Denial Town, hello Confusionville. When my path leads me down the gay dating app route, I don't expect to meet anyone I like, but then I meet him. He can't be more opposite than me. He's smart, he hates hockey, and he identifies as demi - something I've never heard of. Yet I can't deny something's there.

For the last three years, I've lived and breathed hockey with one goal: team captain. There's only one thing standing in my way. TJ Beckett. Beck is irresponsible and immature, and I've hated him since the moment we met freshman year. Yet the coaches see something in him I obviously can't, and they refuse to choose between us. The captain spot is going to a team vote. And the team thinks that what we need are a bunch of challenges to prove our worth.

When I first met Whit, I couldn't get away from him fast enough. He's a hockey player, and I hate everything to do with the sport that broke my heart. But I can't help feeling sorry for the guy. He's newly out and desperate to meet someone, but his eagerness seems to scare potential hook-ups away. Agreeing to be his wingman should've been simple. Watching him flirt with other guys made things complicated.

The fall from NHL superstar to domestic disaster was swift and painful. When I became the legal guardian of my five younger siblings, I had no idea what I was doing. One year later, I'm still lost. Coaching CU's hockey team might be the only thing I'm excelling at. But when our star forward is failing math, I have to do what it takes to keep him on the team. Even if it's going head-to-head with Jasper Eckstein. One minute I'm confronting the notorious hockey-hating professor, and the next I'm agreeing to be his date to a twenty-year high school reunion. I don't know how that happened.

Word of advice: Don't come out to random guys in public restrooms. Even if they're charming and adorably nerdy and offer to help. My family believes I can't be happy if I'm not out to the world. I have a bitter ex-boyfriend and an unstable NHL career to show for it. A fake boyfriend seems like an easy and quick solution to get my family off my back, and this guy is volunteering. I take him up on it without asking his name. I really should've asked for his name.

You know what’s the worst feeling in the world? Being in love with someone since you were twelve years old, knowing they only see you as a little brother type. Not even becoming an NHL star has made him realize I’m all grown up now. All of that changes when I ask my brother’s best friend to ref a charity match and we spend an entire week in each other’s pocket. Being close to him is torture, but for the first time since my adolescent crush started, I begin to feel hope.

When it comes to hockey, I'm all about the game. I've worked for years to be one of the best in the league, and l've done it without splashing my orientation all over the tabloids. My hockey image is one I've carefully cultivated, and after one night with Ezra Palaszczuk, I risk it all. He's cocky, obnoxious, and has an ego bigger than Massachusetts. And okay, maybe he's the sexiest man I've ever known. We'll never get along. Not when we sleep together. Not even when my possessive streak awakens. That doesn't stop us from falling into bed together over and over again.

The worst part of being in love with my straight best friend is the fact he’s too oblivious to see it. Years of pining have left me exhausted, and I need a break from Dex. I need space to get over my feelings. But when his relationship falls apart and he turns to me for comfort, I cave immediately. If there’s one thing I hate more than being hurt, it’s seeing Dex struggle. I can’t leave him in a time of need, even if my friends say it’s my biggest downfall. They say Dexter Mitchale is my weakness, but if that’s true, I don’t want to be strong.

Dancing on bar tops means the night is going great. Exiting the bar hauled over the shoulder of Heston University's infamous hockey captain? Not my idea of a good time. But my would-be knight would have to do. I needed an escape route from my brother… his biggest rival. Easton Blake is the perfect reminder of why I avoid hockey players. Cocky. Frustratingly sexy. Accustomed to every girl in his orbit falling for his charm. With his sultry smile that tells me he knows all the ways to make girls come undone with his touch, I'm almost the next score on his stats.

Nothing's more romantic than matching with the same guy every time you reluctantly download a dating app. Hotter than ever—check. Off-limits—double check. Why does the universe hate me? Cole Kincaid is unfairly irresistible and the one guy I'll never have. My brother's best friend is all grown up, but he's not here to witness my messy girl era. He's Dad's new assistant coach for Heston U's hockey team. Match me once, we'll laugh it off and never talk about it again. Match me twice, well, this is awkward. Match me three-four-five times? My resolve is only so strong.

A deer. A car crash. A damaged finger and dented pride. Not how I thought my evening would go. When a handsome man with a smooth American accent comes to my rescue, I decide that the day might not be all bad. The problem is that it's not just my finger that's damaged; it's my heart as well, keeping me tied to a past that's long gone. However, I have a plan: Therapy; Complete the bucket list my sisters wrote for me; Bed my American savior, who just happens to be none other than pro-golfer Hunter King; Eat cupcakes. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?

The idea of moving away from Seattle was a joke at first. I have too many failed relationships here. Too much baggage. So when I find myself signing with Nashville and leaving everything behind, I’m hopeful a new start will cure me of my attachment problems. I fall fast and hard, and I’m quickly realizing it’s not so easy to escape my emotional damage. That follows no matter where I go.

I’m all set for my first semester at college: dream field of study, five-year plan, brand new notebooks. But one thing can’t come to campus—my V-card. Being a virgin isn’t the biggest part of my problem. What I need to prepare for the full college experience is someone to teach me what to do in bed. Though I hate to admit defeat, this is one accolade I can’t earn on my own. I have the perfect tutor in mind: my brother’s best friend. Cooper Vale: hometown heartthrob, sultry bad boy, and my neighbor since we were kids.

Alex Keller. Talented winger. The handsome hotshot player every girl on campus dreams of. And my fake boyfriend for the next two weeks. His idea, not mine. I doubt he knew I existed—until he stops the football team from teasing me. All it takes is a pet name and his strong arm around me. Playing along is my only option. I'm ready to go back to my side of the divide between nerds like me and athletes like Alex, but he refuses. He's determined to protect me for real, even if our relationship is fake.

Vom NHL-Superstar zum Versager zu Hause – für Westly Dalton kam der Absturz schnell und hart. Völlig unverhofft wurde er zum Vormund seiner fünf jüngeren Geschwister, und auch ein Jahr später fühlt er sich in der neuen Rolle noch kein bisschen angekommen. Sein einziger Lichtblick ist der Job als Coach für das Eishockeyteam der Colchester University. Als der Erfolg der Mannschaft in Gefahr ist, weil einer der besten Spieler aufgrund seiner Noten kurz vor dem Rauswurf steht, geht West mit dem unbeliebten Mathematikprofessor einen ungewöhnlichen Deal ein.

When I agreed to be his roommate, I had no way of knowing that Cole Anderson was one of my father’s star players. Having transferred to Aldridge University for my junior year, I wasn’t familiar with anyone on campus. If there’s one rule I’ve always been supposed to follow, it’s don’t date a basketball player. Cole is different, though, and I don’t want to stay away. But when he finds out I’m the coach’s daughter, I might not have any say in the matter.