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Carla’s always been a romantic. As the owner of the only flower shop in the small mountain town, she believes in true love and can, of course, quote every line in The Princess Bride. Which wouldn’t be quite so pathetic if she wasn’t 37 and still single. So single, in fact, she’s forgotten what it’s like to have a man give her a single carnation, let alone a dozen roses. Then Christian walks into Happy Petals, and she knows the fragrance of flowers has to have gone straight to her head.

I knew Elijah Baumann was a brute before he ripped off my clothes and blistered my bare backside with his belt. I knew it even before he mounted and rutted me with that same belt pulled tight around my throat to hold me helplessly in place for every desperate, shattering climax. It was the way he looked at me. Not like he hoped he might have me one day. Like I already belonged to him. Like I was his mate.

Nia has one rule—don’t date neighbors. Simple, except the guy next door is single, handsome, and not inclined to close his blinds while naked. When her car dies, Conn takes “being neighborly” to a new level by offering a ride to her long-distance destination. Nia has resisted his looks and charm for months. Surely she can handle a few hours in his truck...For months, Conn has blatantly put himself on display, hoping his pretty blonde neighbor would tire of secretly watching and come knock on his door for a cup of sugar—or more.

Camille Kennedy can't believe who just walked into her tiny bakery. That tall, muscular stud? He's Beau Bradford, famous hockey hunk. But this isn't a happy high school reunion - the arrogant athlete was a thorn in Camille's side and had a serious knack for bringing out her worst. And now that he's a star in the pros, he's even more chiseled and cocky. So when Beau locks his eyes on her, Camille knows exactly what's running through his jock brain. Game on.

As the newest "ice babe" for the Colorado Blizzard, I'm not too worried about breaking that rule. I know a thing or two about fending off hockey players looking to score. At least, that's what I thought...until I caught the eye of Blizzard captain and heartthrob Hunter Rockwell. No matter how many times I turn the troubled star down, he's convinced I'm just playing hard to get - and he doesn't care how much hot water his flirting lands me in.