Resultados para "Joe Arden" en Deportes

After I’m arrested for throwing a raucous party, my hockey team says I have an image problem. And I need to fix it, stat. Charity work? Check. Haircut? Sure. But I draw the line at hiring my neighbor to style me. In the first place “style” shouldn’t be a verb. And I’m tired of people who’d judge me on appearances. Vera and I don’t see eye to eye on anything. She wants me to try on clothes, while I just want to remove hers. She's distractingly pretty, with soulful eyes and a sinful mouth that likes to argue with me.

After my best friend gets engaged to a hockey star, I need a date for her wedding. But the bride-to-be keeps scaring them away. So, it must be bad luck when I meet Regan, only to discover that she's hockey royalty and has a rule about dating players. Because of my famous friends, Regan assumes I'm one of them. But I'm a gamer, a geek to the core. We bond over video games and comic books, until I let the one thing we both love get in the way. But I don't give up that easy. Regan will be my date to the wedding. No matter how much convincing it takes to get her there.

Six years after entering the NHL, I still can't let go of my past that haunts me every day. But everything changes when I meet a feisty sports reporter who challenges me at every turn. I should leave Kennedy alone and spare her the drama that comes with my life outside the rink. But I can't keep my hands off her. So, we make a deal. She wants an exclusive interview that could expose my secrets to the world, secrets that are not just mine. When I'd agreed to the interview, I had every intention for it to end with her in my bed.   

After another scandal sends me packing to play hockey in Philadelphia, my new agent wants me to clean up my act. Charlotte says I party harder than I play. And she's right. So, she offers to help me get my life and career back on track if I move in with her. I thought I could make it through one week without wanting my agent. But I was wrong. As we grow closer, we push the limits and test her rule about dating clients. To keep Charlotte from losing her job, we have to keep our relationship a secret. But can our love survive once it turns into my next scandal?

Jace Sinclair here, and I'm amazing. There is no other way to describe me. I am the leading scorer for the Bellevue Bullies, I'm the captain, and people love me: my family, my teammates, my coach, and the NHL. This is my last year in college - I already have one foot in the draft. Hockey keeps me warm even when it's freezing. It's always there when nothing else is. And it pushes me to be the best I can be. It's my one and only love. That is, until I see her against a tree with a guitar. Avery.

Jude Sinclair here, hockey player for the Bellevue Bullies and lover of all ladies. Hockey's in my blood, and not to sound full of myself, but I'm good at it...really good. The draft is within my reach - it's mine to take - but that's not the only reason people know my name. They know me because of my way with women. They know the score, and I aim to please. I just tend to stay away from repeat performances. In other words I don't do relationships beyond my family and friends.

Five years ago, Colm Frost asked me to marry him, and I ran. I ran from my painful past too raw and fresh to escape. He was the only one who looked at me like I wasn’t broken and made me believe it. He made me feel it. Now, he’s the hot, angry hockey player on the mend. I’m the physiotherapist who’s supposed to get him back on his feet. I don’t think our night together was what his doctor prescribed, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t dreamt of him every time I close my eyes.

No one knows the real Carter Donovan. They only see the goalie with a chiseled body and the fake smiles I reserve for the camera. My horrific past is interfering with my game. But I have no idea how to fix it. Not until I meet a famous romance author who likes to play games of her own do I consider sharing my past. Sydney wants to know my secrets and the meaning behind my tattoos. All I wanted was sex. So she tortures me with her dirty words and pictures, thrives off the steamy conversations that give me a never-ending case of blue balls.

Love is not a game Brick Swift wants to play again. Heartbreaking memories have a hold on his heart. The respected sport agent’s clients have become the sole recipients of his time and attention. January Jordan is at the top of her game, negotiating the year’s biggest contract for her Memphis Maverick client. Free as a bird, she’s not looking for anyone to fulfill an already satisfying life. One chance meeting changes life’s direction and ignites a fire that lights the way. 

Secretly hooking up with the team captain's sister was a bad idea. In my defense, the first time I saw her I didn't know who she was. Kind, gorgeous, a little naïve. Ginny brightened my world from day one. I knew I was no good for her. She was just out of a relationship, and I had a reputation for having a new girl in my bed every weekend. I tried to do the right thing. Honest. I'm the one who insisted we should be just friends. That lasted about as long as you'd expect. But Ginny? She's the best - best friend, best everything.

Charismatic Memphis Mavericks catcher Atticus is used to being pursued. Then he spots Charlotte across the room. Why isn’t she paying him any attention? As a respected sports agent, Brick keeps focused on his clients. Old wounds have blocked the path to his heart. All that changes when January ignites a flash fire that burns away the scars. Bristol is the only Swift who doesn’t give a damn about baseball or its players. After all, she’s a physician not a groupie. Maybe tall Texan pitcher, Sawyer, can convince her to reconsider.

Dominic Hardy might be an award-winning architectural engineer with fancy degrees and considerable accolades, but he doesn’t know a thing about baking. He doesn’t even like sugar. So when my late stepfather’s will states that Dominic Hardy is set to inherit the Pacific Coast Resort he’d painstakingly designed, as long as my bakery can be plopped in the middle of it, it’s no surprise he balks.

Five. That’s how old I was when I picked up a ball for the very first time during flag football—something my mom had signed me up for. Nine. That’s when I decided I’d stop at nothing until I played football at the highest level.

Declan Hardy, All-American heartthrob and retired NFL billionaire, is my complete opposite. He's commanding where I'm cooperative. Spontaneous while I am deliberate. Loud when I stay quiet. The only thing we have in common is that both our names are on my father's will.