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Life can change in a damn instant. I should know that. Mine did the moment I walked through the front door of my penthouse and found Danica on her hands and knees cleaning. One look—that's all it took. I saw her and I wanted her on her knees for an entirely *different* reason.

After being jilted in Kentucky, playing for Calverdale Ladies in England was a chance to escape and spend Christmas alone, avoiding my feelings. Which is how I’ve ended up snowed in at a Welsh pub with a retired rugby player who’s hot enough to thaw me out. But when the snow’s gone, so am I. I won’t let another man in, not even one as gorgeous as Geraint…

Our story didn't begin the night I agreed to marry Deacon Kane to help him keep his daughter. It started ten years ago with a hotshot hockey player I couldn't wait to see each summer. He was big, broad, and filled out his board shorts so damn nicely. But holy hell… The memories of teenage Deacon don't hold a candle to the man he is now, the one who makes me melt each time he says, "My wife."

Ace Townsend is the biggest player on campus. The sexy new quarterback on the football team. I should probably mention he's also a complete flirt. The life of the party wherever he goes. Someone I should avoid at all costs. It's difficult, though, when I'm on the social media crew for the football team, and we're out on the field during practice almost every day, filming them. On the sidelines at games. Hanging out with them at bars. The more I spend time with Ace, the more I'm drawn to him. The attraction is there, but it's more than that. I actually like him.

Easton Hayes has been my knight in shining hockey skates since he saved my life. This devastatingly handsome grump may be everyone's favorite goalie, but to me, he's my strength when demons haunt my dreams. And okay—so maybe he's also the only man I've ever loved. But he doesn't need to know that. We're friends. It works for us.

Ares Wilder is a so-called bad boy. A ladies' man. The teammate most likely to fight both on and off the ice. Now, this devastatingly dark and handsome hockey player with a sinful smile and a filthy mouth is my twin sister's brother-in-law, landing him firmly in the forbidden category. Only he doesn't see it that way. Resisting him should be no big deal, right? At least that's what I thought… Until one night, he managed to look past the illusion I'd spent a lifetime perfecting and see the broken girl behind the pink satin pointe shoes.