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One stupid play nearly cost my team their shot at the cup in the Spring Upshot Tournament back in March. It did cost me the rest of my season. Possibly my shot at next year’s draft. It’s the summer before my senior year and my last chance to get professional teams looking at me as a real contender. Coach has it in his head that some upstart trainer is my ticket back to the game; and while she seems to know her job, I have to resist. There’s no way I can jeopardize my one shot to get away from my past.

An invite from my college roommate has me back stateside a few weeks before I’m set to start training for the next marathon on my team’s schedule. As a professional marathon runner with commitments to the local Irish businesses sponsoring me, the timing was fortuitous. When Tommy Hark introduces me to a friend of a friend, sparks fly. My attempt at my first one-night stand fails epically when I give Ginny my contact info and insist we keep chatting for as long as this stays fun.

Normal childhoods don't exist for girls like me—daughter of former NHL star and head coach of the Chicago Sharks, Tommy Hark. Life in the spotlight means no screwing around. AKA: No fun. My first semester of college outside of my dad's jurisdiction was supposed to be about spreading my wings—not my legs! And discovering who I am outside the shadow of great men.

It's been over a decade since the person I considered one of my best friends up and disappeared on me. I tried keeping tabs on her, but years spent on the road as a professional hockey player made that virtually impossible. Now I'm close to my family for the first time in forever, the Sharks have a real shot at that elusive Cup, and even my baby sister found love with my best friend. Everything is looking up. So why does it feel like there's still something missing?

Coach Tommy HarMy world revolves around two things: Hockey… and my daughter Clara. Since my “ex” left Clara with the door attendant of my apartment building five years ago, I’ve managed to make it work pulling double duty. Coach of the best professional hockey team in the league plus mom and dad. Would that be triple duty? Whatever. When my go-to babysitter has to bow out to finish her education before taking the bar, I find myself struggling to be everything to everyone for the first time ever.

I'm the best goalie in the league. That's not me shooting the shit. I've got the stats to back me on this. My ability to see the ice, predict plays before they happen, read the players are all skills I've honed since the first time they strapped me into a pair of skates. But it's not just the ice where I enjoy watching people. That part of me is something no one can ever know. Makes finding The One difficult. But finding The One for tonight? That I can do.

A quick trip home for Christmas ends up rerouted when Nick and Eve find their flight emergency landed in Nashville due to an unexpected ice storm. Will tinsel and trinkets be the only thing exchanged this holiday season? Or will they be permanently added to the naughty list?

Guys claim three minutes is a long time, so imagine what it means to be seven minutes older than your identical twin. We may look exactly the same—even down to our cupid’s bow lips—but our personalities couldn’t be more different. She’s foot loose and fancy free while I’m the responsible one. I’ve always been okay with that, too, but recently I’m feeling stifled by the constant pressure to be perfect. Date the perfect guy. Have the perfect job. Live in the perfect apartment. Perfection has a heavy cost. Am I willing to keep paying it?

Elizabeth "Bitsy" Thayer considers herself a modern-day woman with a 1950s flair. Mixing in her penchant for pin-up style day dresses and a bold red lip, she's in her last year of law school, living on her own in an apartment she loves, and dating a respectable guy. If only her boyfriend were the one starring in her dreams each night. No, that honor goes directly to her brother's roommate, teammate, and best friend: Henry "Hank the Tank" DuBois.