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Once upon a time, playing for the NHL was my dream. Then Radimir Novicov skated circles around me and made it clear I’d never be good enough. He was smart, talented, and worst of all–sexy. Every closeted guy knows that you don’t hit on your teammate, even if his gaze lingers longer than it should. All it took was one drunken close call before our friendship was in tatters, he was called up to the NHL, and I was sent for further conditioning. Playing in the NHL was off the table, so coaching became my new dream. And seventeen years later, I’m finally heading to the big time.

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.

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.

Moms are good at one thing: the guilt trip. It’s the only reason I’m at the funeral of a man I’ve never had anything to do with. I’ll show up, make her happy, and get out. At least that’s what I think until I learn daddy dearest has left me a crap load of money and the obligation to learn about the family business. All from his eldest son who looks nothing like the rest of us.

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.

Asher Dalton ist nicht gerade für sein sonniges Gemüt bekannt. Nach dem tragischen Unfalltod seiner Eltern hat er seine Karriere als Eishockeyprofi aufgegeben, um gemeinsam mit seinem Bruder West die jüngeren Geschwister aufzuziehen. Doch Asher ist von seinem neuen Leben komplett überfordert, seine Noten leiden, und er muss wohl oder übel das Nachhilfeangebot von Kole annehmen, wenn er wenigstens im College-Eishockeyteam bleiben will. Auch wenn er genau weiß, dass man sich vom Sohn des Trainers lieber fernhalten sollte.

Straining my groin is bad enough. It puts my hockey career, my future, but even worse, my dignity on the line. Having to get massages in that area from Vance Landon, one of the team trainers, is mortifying. It’s impossible to hide my feelings toward him. If my constant blushing and bumbling doesn’t give it away, my body does. It’s getting to the point where I wonder if hockey is even worth the embarrassment. Trying to avoid him only makes him seek me out more. He’s determined to rehab my injury, but all I want is for him to leave me alone.

My loser high school friend never deserved him anyway. If I’d had the chance, I would have locked Remy down years ago. Only, when the party leads to a drunken kiss, going on their honeymoon, and sharing their marital bed, I have to say, I’m not entirely sad that their wedding went up in flames.

Seth Grant hat eine Identitätskrise. Alle Welt scheint davon auszugehen, dass er schwul ist, und so stürzt er sich ins Online-Dating, um herauszufinden, ob da was dran sein könnte. Niemals hätte er jedoch damit gerechnet, dass er ausgerechnet per App einen Seelenfreund findet. Doch es gibt einen Haken: Sein Flirt ist Eishockeyspieler, und Seth hasst alles, was mit dem Sport zu tun hat. Schlimmer noch, wenn sein Match erfährt, dass Seths Zwilling Foster für die NHL spielt, droht er einmal mehr im Schatten seines Bruders zu stehen.

Als sein Freund Foster Grant in die NHL wechselt, ist sich Christopher Jacobs sicher: Jetzt wird er Teamcaptain der Eishockeymannschaft an der Colchester University. Doch das ist nicht so einfach wie gedacht, denn der Coach stellt auch seinen Rivalen TJ "Beck" Beckett zur Wahl. Dabei ist Beck ebenso unzuverlässig und rücksichtslos wie verwöhnt und reich. Kurz gesagt: das komplette Gegenteil von Jacobs und daher ganz sicher nicht als Anführer geeignet! Um den neuen Captain zu finden, hat sich das Team eine Reihe von Mutproben ausgedacht – möge der Bessere gewinnen.

After a little mishap in an alleyway with CCTV, my public image needs fixing. Oops? It might have been a stunt to get the attention of Lane Pierce, San Jose’s new PR manager, but I didn’t realize what the consequences would be when I did it. I’ve got Lane’s sole focus now in all the wrong ways.

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.

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.