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Sports – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Wed, 20 May 2026 17:51:59 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Sports – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Crosby (Portland Wildfire #1) Read Online Sawyer Bennett http://www.ilovenovels.com/crosread-online-portland-wildfire-1-read-online-sawyer-bennett Wed, 20 May 2026 17:51:59 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/crosread-online-portland-wildfire-1-read-online-sawyer-bennett Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Sawyer Bennett Series: Portland Wildfire Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)

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She’s here to expose hockey’s biggest flaws. He’s the complication she never planned on. Neither one is prepared for the sparks that fly every time they collide.

Juno Paxton has built her award-winning documentary career dismantling institutions people blindly worship. Her latest assignment is her most high-profile immerse herself in the league’s newest hockey expansion team—the Portland Wildfire—for an entire season and create a behind-the-scenes film the league can parade around as “authentic.”

Juno doesn’t buy it. Not the hype, not the hero worship, and definitely not the polished personas of pro athletes. She expects egos, theatrics, and plenty of manufactured grit.

What she doesn’t expect is Crosby Hale.

The Wildfire’s starting goalie is stoic, meticulously focused, and infuriatingly camera-shy. He wants nothing to do with her film, her questions, or her insistence that he “show some personality.” Unfortunately for him, the league wants Juno’s documentary to center on the enigmatic goaltender who refuses to cooperate.

But the more time Juno spends with Crosby, the more she glimpses the steady, thoughtful man beneath his guarded exterior. He isn’t the stereotype she’s built her name exposing—he’s better. The more she learns about him, the harder it becomes to keep her documentary, and her heart, objective. And for Crosby, letting Juno in feels less like a mistake and more like the beginning of something worth fighting for.

Warm, witty, and unexpectedly emotional, CROSBY launches the Portland Wildfire series with a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers romance between a skeptical filmmaker and the goalie determined to stay out of her spotlight… until she becomes the one thing he can’t turn away from

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CHAPTER 1

Crosby

The practice facility is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Touted as the most state-of-the-art and luxurious in the league, the esteemed owner of the new Portland Wildfire apparently spared no expense.

Then again, Patrick Rowe is a fucking billionaire a few times over, so why should he go on the cheap when outfitting his new hockey franchise?

The facade of the one-hundred-and-sixty-thousand-square-foot building is dominated by sweeping walls of glass and steel panels in muted slate and graphite tones. The main entrance is recessed beneath an overhang of glass and metal, the doors framed by towering windows that flood the lobby with natural light during the day. The team crest is etched directly into the stone, a massive twenty-foot-diameter circle of the Cascade Mountain Range, bordered by evergreen trees and wildfire flames.

The facility sits in Beaverton, Oregon, close enough to downtown Portland to be considered convenient, far enough to keep the noise out. It gives the team space to work without an audience, and I chose to purchase a home here rather than in the city. I’ll spend far more time here than I will at the actual arena for games.

Rowe definitely gets bragging rights over the sheer enormity of the place. It has two full ice rinks—one regulation size and a secondary development rink—housed in the center portion and flanked by two outward wings. The eastern side of the building houses the main locker room, the medical and rehab suite, the strength and conditioning gym, and a full-size sit-down restaurant called The Blue Line where, rumor has it, the chef will prepare meals for you to take home if you ask nicely.

The western wing houses the executive team—coaches’ offices, the general manager’s suite, as well as video review rooms and a sports science and analytics center. I heard there’s even a leadership office suite for whoever is elected captain and assistant captains of the team. There’s also a team meeting auditorium, assorted conference rooms and a media zone for interviews and press conferences.

I’ve been around this league long enough to know when a facility is meant to inspire and when it’s meant to impress. This one does both and I consider it a massive perk for coming to this team as a free agent.

The sun is barely up, and the September air has an early-morning bite. I glance to the southeast and while I can’t see it today, I’ve been told Mt. Hood is often visible.

Training camp starts in a few days, but the entire team meets for the first time today. Most came in the expansion draft held at the end of June whereas others like me were free agents. Because we’re an expansion team, we’re comprised largely of players the other teams didn’t want, which means we’re ragtag at best.

At worst, we might be a hot mess, but it’s way too soon to know that.

I check in at the security desk and step through a turnstile after I scan my badge, which had been hand-delivered to my house yesterday, along with a welcome gift package from Patrick Rowe. It was a matte black box with the Wildfire logo embossed on the top and a soft velvet lining. Inside was a Ferragamo travel bag, a Jaeger-LeCoultre watch, and a set of Bose QuietComfort noise-canceling headphones. I’ve always been great at math, and some quick calculations led me to believe our new owner probably dropped three hundred grand on these player gifts.

Not too shabby.

I move past the security checkpoint and head left to the west wing, following signs to the team auditorium. It’s not my first time here, as we all got tours upon our arrival last week, but it’s no less mind-boggling. It’s built like a private cinema with stadium-style, tiered rows that rise gradually from the front of the room to the back. Each chair is wide and padded, upholstered in mocha-brown leather with black piping, built-in armrests, and the Wildfire logo in the team colors of burnt orange and forest green embossed into the headrests.

At the front of the room spans an enormous wall-mounted video screen that stretches nearly wall to wall and floor to ceiling. It can operate as one massive uninterrupted display or split into three independent panels, allowing coaches to run multiple video feeds simultaneously.

At the front corner of the room sits a low coaching podium and integrated control station. From here, staff can control video playback, lighting, audio and screen configuration. Additional monitors are mounted discreetly around the room for presenters, ensuring coaches never have to turn their backs on the team.

I’m the first to arrive and I take a seat in the tenth row, direct center. Not because I need to be seen, but because it’s where I can see everyone else as they enter.

As a goalie, that’s habit.

It’s my job to read a play before it happens and you can’t do that if you don’t have the best line of sight as well as understand angles.

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Rafe – A Vengeance Hockey Novella Read Online Sawyer Bennett http://www.ilovenovels.com/rafe-a-vengeance-hockey-novella-read-online-sawyer-bennett Wed, 20 May 2026 17:51:54 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/rafe-a-vengeance-hockey-novella-read-online-sawyer-bennett Genre: Alpha Male, Novella, Sports Authors: Sawyer Bennett Advertisement

Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)

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I was living my dream until one phone call changed everything.

As the second line center for the Arizona Vengeance, my mind has been on one thing—helping my team bring home a championship. But that all changed when I found out my dad had cancer and only months to live. In that moment, nothing mattered more than getting home to North Carolina to be by his side. That meant asking for the unthinkable—a trade to the Carolina Cold Fury.

Now I’m home and when I’m not on the ice with my new team, I’m helping care for my dad. And in the midst of my grief, I find comfort from the one person I never expected.

Calliope Ramirez stole my heart at a very young age. The beautiful, smart, headstrong girl next door, she was my first… everything. She has never forgiven me for leaving her, believing that I chose hockey over a future together. What she doesn’t understand is that every decision I made was for her, and I’ve never given up hope that one day we’d be together again.

Watching my dad slip away is a harsh reminder of how short life can be, and having Callie by my side makes me realize I was a damn fool before. That changes starting right now. Calliope Ramirez is mine and I’m not going to waste the second chance that I’ve been given

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CHAPTER 1

Rafe

Raleigh, North Carolina—the City of Oaks. I’m home, and this homecoming sucks.

This is where I was born and raised, but right now, I have no sense of welcome. Instead, with a sense of dread, I traverse the airport terminal with the other passengers who just deplaned the direct flight from Phoenix.

Four days ago, I was a member of the Arizona Vengeance hockey team and scored the game-winning goal against the L.A. Demons to secure our number one playoff spot. Life was great.

Three days ago, my father called me with the devastating news that he had pancreatic cancer and was dying. He had weeks left, at most.

Two days ago, I asked Dominik Carlson—owner of the Arizona Vengeance—to trade me, release me…whatever. Just let me get back home to Raleigh to be by my dad’s side for as long as he had left.

One day ago, I said goodbye to my team. My brothers. My hockey family.

Today, I’m home, and I’m not ready for any of this.

I’m sure it’s inconceivable to many that I would ask to leave the Vengeance when they are poised to make history as the first expansion team to have the talent and depth to win a Cup championship. But not one of my teammates made me feel a fool for my decision. They all stood by me in solidarity and support. Dominik—as he insists everyone call him—pulled magical strings with the Cold Fury management and almost overnight, I had a new team.

With that news, I realized I was going to my hometown of Raleigh, North Carolina, to play—and watch my father die at the same time.

Yesterday, I attended a party at Dominik’s home. Even though I was officially off the roster, I still felt very much a part of the Vengeance family. Still do, for that matter, even though I’m officially a member of the Carolina Cold Fury now. Those bonds won’t be broken so easily, but I truly understand that my loyalty is now with my new team. I’m sure new bonds will form.

I know it may still be up for debate in Vegas and among sports experts, but in my heart, I know I’ve left behind a team that has an indescribable magic to their unity. It’s something I’ll probably never see again in my career, and that makes me sad. It’s a sense of loss I’m trying to process, right along with the one I’m about to suffer soon with my dad.

So here I am, stepping foot onto the small escalator heading upward that will deposit me outside the secure portion of the terminal and at the foot of another escalator that descends right back down to baggage claim. I packed a large suitcase full of clothes and essentials to get me through until the movers can get here with my stuff next week.

As I locate the correct baggage carousel, I realize I’m not in a good mood. I’m absolutely furious at this change in life circumstances. Not angry at what I’m leaving behind, but what I’m walking toward. A life where I get to watch my father die, something I’m woefully unprepared for.

I don’t even really know how to feel about it. My father, Jim, and I haven’t always had a good relationship. Growing up, I found him to be cold and distant, a hard man to know. He’s an electrician and, in my childhood, worked long, hard hours to provide for his family. He would come home at night and expect my stay-at-home mom to have dinner on the table.

After dinner, he’d retire to his recliner and watch TV for the rest of the night, and I had to be quiet and not disturb him. It was my mom who helped me with homework, made sure I was appropriately bathed and put to bed at night. She’s the one who woke me up in the morning, fed me, and waited with me at the bus stop.

Only after I showed some natural talent for hockey did my dad’s interest in me perk a bit. I mean…he came to some of my games when his work schedule allowed, and while he was never one to boisterously cheer me on, I could tell he was proud. It was the look on his face.

Still, it was Mom who dutifully brought me to every game and nursed my sprains and injuries. When I doubted myself, she always bolstered me back up. She’s the one who encouraged me to keep pushing day in and day out to develop my talent.

And she’s the one who held back her tears so I wouldn’t feel guilty when I left to live with my billet family in Green Bay to play Junior A hockey at the age of sixteen. She knew it was my best chance to move forward in my path to play professional hockey, even if it meant giving up the last two years of my childhood and being with her full-time.

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Risk the Play (Nashville Rampage #6) Read Online Kaylee Ryan http://www.ilovenovels.com/risk-the-play-nashville-rampage-6-read-online-kaylee-ryan Wed, 20 May 2026 17:51:51 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/risk-the-play-nashville-rampage-6-read-online-kaylee-ryan Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Sports Authors: Kaylee Ryan Series: Nashville Rampage Series by Kaylee Ryan
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)

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NYT and USA Today Bestselling author Kaylee Ryan brings you a new standalone series surrounding the Nashville Rampage football team. Risk the Play is a single mom, coach, best friend's dad, forbidden, secret-relationship, age-gap romance.

Will

Football was always simple—follow the playbook, make the sacrifice, win the game.

I lived by that rule for decades, and it cost me everything. My marriage. My daughter.

By ten, she believed I loved the game more than her. Now she’s back in my life—with a family of her own—I fight every day to show her I’ve changed.

Then I fumble it all by falling for her best friend.

Amanda is strong, stubborn, and raising her daughter alone after her husband’s betrayal.

One kiss becomes something neither of us can ignore.

She wants to keep it secret. I don’t.

Because this time, I’m willing to risk the play. I won’t lose my second chance at love.

Amanda

I always knew I wanted to be a mother. I just never planned on doing it alone.

But when my ex got his assistant pregnant, I stopped, waiting for the life I thought I’d have—and choose motherhood for myself.

Now I’m a single mom doing my best to build a quiet, steady life with no drama and no risks.

Until my best friend’s father becomes the one risk I can’t resist.

Coach Warner is disciplined, respected… and completely off limits.

Watching him fight for his daughter only makes falling for him more dangerous.

We tell ourselves it’s just once.

But one reckless kiss turns into a night we can’t take back—and a secret we definitely can’t afford to keep.

Because if we’re discovered, I could lose my best friend…

And he could lose his daughter all over again.

Falling for me was never part of his playbook

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One

Will

* * *

The drive to my daughter’s house is short, but every mile still feels like a miracle I don’t quite deserve. For the first time in years, she’s letting me be part of her life again. When my granddaughter, Coral, was born, I knew I needed to be closer to them, to be heavily involved in her life, to watch her grow up. I was tired of living on the sidelines, watching life pass me by. So, I bought a house two streets over, close enough to be there in minutes if she needed me, far enough not to scare her away.

I carry more regret than I know what to do with when it comes to my daughter. I should have fought harder. I should have insisted on getting my scheduled time with her. I told myself I was giving her space, making her life easier, but the truth is, I let her slip through my fingers. Losing her like that carved something out of me, a wound so deep it never truly closed. Some nights, it still bleeds.

I buried myself in my career—something I always did—hence the reason my marriage to her mother fell apart. We were young, so young, just eighteen when we found out about Bellamy, and we fought like hell to make it work, but at the end of the day, we grew apart. I hid behind my job, and my ex, Candice, focused on Bellamy. They didn’t need me anymore—or at least that’s what I told myself.

I was wrong.

I regret letting them both slip through my fingers.

Candice is remarried, and I’m happy for her. I want that for her, and for our daughter. However, it still feels as though everyone around me is moving forward, and I’m still here, standing still. Watching as life and time pass me by.

I never imagined that the thing I couldn’t fix on my own would be healed by someone else. One of my players. A man I coached, trusted, and pushed to be better. I spent years trying to earn my way back into her heart, and all it took was her falling in love with my best tight end for my world to shift. It’s ironic, maybe even cruel, but I don’t question it. I’m just grateful to have my daughter back.

Because now, when I pull into her driveway, I’m not just a man filled with regret. I’m a father with a second chance, a grandfather ready to spoil his granddaughter. And this time, I won’t waste it.

The driveway is empty, but I expected it to be. I’m early for my granddaughter’s second birthday party. There was another birthday party two weeks ago, one that I didn’t attend. My quarterback, Knox Beckett, his son, Alexander, turned one. However, I did buy him a gift. In fact, I brought one for all the kids, even baby Ella. She’s only a couple of months old and wouldn’t know she was left out, but the grandpa in me couldn’t do that.

Ella is Landry Reynolds’s daughter, my star wide receiver. She was born a couple of months ago, right in the heat of the end of the season. But Landry and his wife, Rowan, handled it like champs, and I know his closest teammates and their wives, including my daughter and son-in-law, rallied around them.

They’ve created their own little family, and now, they all live in this very neighborhood. It’s storybook, but at the same time, I’d love to be a part of something like that. I get glimpses because I moved into the same community, but it’s not the same.

I’ve given my entire life to my career, and now, here I am, swimming in regret, and I’m lonely. I have no one to share my accomplishments with, and I’m the one to blame.

Anyway, I came early to see if I could help or watch Coral while my daughter and my tight end, her husband, finish last-minute things for the gathering.

It’s not the only reason why I’m here; I was lonely—living in that big house, staring at the walls. After my early morning workout, I did some work, looking at stats and numbers for the upcoming draft, but once that was done, I was restless, so here I am.

Climbing out of my SUV, I grab all the bags from the back seat and make my way to the front door. I don’t dare just walk in, as there are some things a father just doesn’t need to see. Instead, I raise my hand to knock, but the door is pulled open before I can.

“There’s Grandpa,” Reid says, bouncing a smiling Coral on his hip. “Wow,” he says, eyeing all the bags. “I’m going to need to buy a bigger house,” he jokes.

My granddaughter reaches for me, and my heart swells. Stepping out of the cold, I strip off my coat, kick off my shoes, and take her into my arms. “How’s my birthday girl?” I ask her, kissing her cheek. She grins and places her tiny hand against my cheek, and she might as well be thrusting it inside my chest and squeezing my heart. “And as if this seven-thousand-square-foot house isn’t big enough,” I reply.

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Fan Mail from a Hockey Star Read Online Nichole Rose http://www.ilovenovels.com/fan-mail-from-a-hockey-star-read-online-nichole-rose Wed, 13 May 2026 18:54:17 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/fan-mail-from-a-hockey-star-read-online-nichole-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Novella, Sports Authors: Nichole Rose Advertisement

Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)

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He slid into her inbox. She fell in front of the world.

Kingston
As a professional hockey player, I'm used to getting fan mail.
I never send it.

Until Evie Alexander sings the national anthem at our game.
She has the voice of an angel, the eyes of a siren, and a mouth I can't stop thinking about.

The whole arena watched me make a fool of myself trying to meet her.
They also watched her walk away like I didn't exist.

She thinks I just want her in my bed.
She's wrong.

I want her in my bed and wearing my ring.

If writing my way into her life is what it takes? I'm all in.
I don't quit…and I definitely don't lose.

Evie
As a musician, fan mail comes with the job.
But nothing prepared me for this.

Kingston Monroe's letters are charming and dangerously sincere, not at all what I expected from the cocky hockey star who embarrassed me at his game.

I promised myself I wouldn't fall for him.
Then he shows up at my concert…and I fall anyway.
Hard enough that the whole world hears it.

Now I have to decide if the sweet, shameless man in my inbox is real… or if I'm just another game he's determined to win.

About the Series
Falling in love wasn't part of the plan for these feisty heroines, especially not via letter, text, and email. But when they find themselves in a war of words with four delicious alphas, their plans go awry in unexpected ways.

These over-the-top men are determined to write their way to happily-ever-after, and they aren't taking any prisoners along the way. But when things move off the page to reality, not even they are prepared for the sparks that fly and the chaos that ensues.

Letters in Love is a spicy rom-com series featuring a bossy hockey star, a gorgeous mafia boss, a growly cowboy, and a protective mountain man

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Chapter One

Evie

"You know you're going to die on the ice, right? Just bam!" My sister smacks her hands together hard enough for the sound to echo around the small conference room we're using as a staging area. "Down you go."

Her diabolical grin should be studied in a lab. There's no way it's natural.

"Gee, thanks," I mutter sarcastically. "Why'd I bring you again?"

"Bring me? Please!" She crosses her arms, sinking down onto a plush chair at the head of the long table. "As if I gave you a choice."

She's not lying. As soon as Everly found out I was singing the national anthem at the game, she insisted on coming for "moral support".

Her support leaves a lot to be desired…you know, like actual support. She's just here to watch sweaty professional hockey players fight each other for the puck. But there was no way she was telling our father that.

Are you kidding? He just got out of the hospital and would have insisted on coming along, too. Kasen Alexander goes nowhere without causing a scene. After thirty-five years in the entertainment industry, that ability is encoded in his DNA. Actually…I think it's just who he is.

Everly is just like him—loud, dramatic, and destined to be the problem in any given scenario. Don't ask me how I ended up being the normal one in this family. It's a mystery to me, too.

"I'm not going to die on the ice."

I'll probably die on the ice. But I'll also die before I admit that to my sister. Singing, I can do. Hell, I can even dance with something resembling actual rhythm. But walking across a slippery surface? Yeah, not so much.

"We'll see," Everly says, her blue eyes shining.

I just ignore her and finish pulling my hair up into a high pony, studying myself in the mirror set up on the table. My nerves don't show on my face, thank God. The flush to my cheeks looks more like excitement than anxiety, and my blue eyes are calm. I look cool and collected, not at all like I'm ready to throw up.

I am so ready to throw up.

Singing on stage is easy. I have a band to back me up and room to move around. I can riff and cover little mistakes. There is no covering it if you fuck up the national anthem at a televised sporting event. You'll always be that one artist who screwed up the words or couldn't hit the right notes. No one wants to be immortalized in clips of a failed national anthem performance.

Someone taps on the door.

"She's decent!" Everly shouts.

I shake my head at her, which only makes her grin. There is no stopping her. It's terrifying, really.

"Ms. Alexander?" A man with a clipboard pokes his head into the conference room.

"Evie," I correct.

"Right," he says, not even looking up at me. "A few members of the team have asked to meet you before the game."

"They want to meet me?" I frown, caught off guard. This wasn't part of the plan. I'm just supposed to sing the anthem, not meet and greet people far more talented than I am!

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Only for Her (Only For #4) Read Online Natasha Madison http://www.ilovenovels.com/only-for-her-only-for-4-read-online-natasha-madison Wed, 13 May 2026 18:52:56 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/only-for-her-only-for-4-read-online-natasha-madison Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Sports Authors: Natasha Madison Series: Only For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
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He's the youngest coach in the league, and she's your captain's younger sister.

Victoria

Being offered a job in a brand-new city wasn’t something I was planning on.
Neither was meeting him at a random hotel bar that same night.
We shared a drink, flirted, and then one thing led to another.
We exchanged first names, and I escaped the next morning with a quick goodbye.
I never expected to see him again.
I especially never expected him to come face-to-face with him at my brother’s house.
As the new coach of the team.

Zane

I was the youngest coach in the NHL.
I had to focus on one thing and one thing only.
My job.
It’s the only thing I had time for.
Until I came face-to-face with the stranger I thought I would never see again.
She’s off-limits in every sense of the word.
Not just because she’s younger than me.
She’s the sister to my star player

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one

Victoria

“Who is your favorite auntie?” I look over at my nephew who knows about three words. “Can you say Auntie Tori?” I ask him as he yaps away with nonsense sounds followed by a big glop of drool pouring out of his mouth. “So we have to work on that,” I tell him as he smiles at me. “Do you think we can do that? You can do it.” I clap my hands. “Auntie Tori,” I repeat.

“Dadadadadadada,” Jagger says, clapping his hands and smiling like he just said what I said.

“Don’t tell him this, but your dad is super annoying. He’s not as cool as you think he is. I know he tries to pretend he’s cool, but he’s not,” I tell him, as he stares at me, interested in everything I’m saying. “You look like him.” I tap his little nose with my finger. “It might be a curse.”

“What are you teaching my child?” My brother, Jaxon, walks into the living room, tossing his suit jacket on the back of the couch as he sidesteps some of Jagger’s toys that are all over the place. Jagger is standing wearing a pair of black pants and a white T-shirt. He’s holding a plastic golf club in his hand as he looks over to where my brother is making his way to us.

“Dadadadadada.” He drops the plastic golf club and runs toward Jaxon, who squats down and grabs him, tossing him in the air. His laughing squeal fills the room, and I just smile at the two of them. Jaxon buries his face in Jagger’s neck and his head flies back, soft brown hair moving side to side as his chubby fists wrap around Jaxon’s neck.

“Hello, my boy,” he greets him as he settles Jagger on his hip. “How is my Jagger doing?”

“Dadadad.”

“Yeah, that’s the only thing this kid knows how to say,” I mumble. Jaxon walks to the side of the couch and sits down on the floor in front of me as Jagger gets up and goes back to his plastic golf club. “Jagger,” I call his name and he looks at me. “Who is your favorite Auntie?” I ask him and he walks over to the red plastic golf ball like I’m not talking to him. “Auntie TT,” I tell him.

“That’s not even your name.” Jaxon laughs.

“It’s easier to say TT than it is to say Tori,” I snap at him. “Jagger, Auntie TT.”

“Debada debada,” he chatters, and I shake my head.

“It sounds like he’s a late bloomer, just like you.” I goad, trying not to laugh when Jaxon’s face goes white. “I’m kidding,” I say, getting up from the floor. “He is your son after all, it makes sense,” I tease him like any little sister would. Makes up for all the times he teased me growing up. “You don’t like that, huh? Payback is a bitch.” I point at him.

“Tori,” he hisses, and I laugh.

“I’m kidding,” I repeat, walking to the kitchen that is right off the family room, “it’s a joke.”

“It’s not funny,” he grumbles. “Jagger, what’s this?” He holds up the red golf ball.

“Ball,” he answers and Jaxon smiles at me.

“I’d be a little more impressed if he said red ball.” I lean on the counter as Ariella comes into the room.

“Okay,” she says, “you can go and take your shower now.” She walks toward the living room wearing a pair of jeans and a Warriors T-shirt tucked into the waistband. Her eyes light up when she sees Jaxon. “I thought you were gone.”

“I’m about to head out,” he says and tilts his head so she can bend to kiss his lips. The two of them hooked up one night, almost two years ago, and in a very surprising twist for both of them, out came Jagger. They were not the only ones that were surprised. It was a shock to all of us, especially our fathers who were retired hockey teammates and best friends. Now it feels like they’ve always been together. “My sister is being kicked out of our home.”

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Sleeping with my teammate's sister? Rookie mistake.
Getting her pregnant? Career-ending penalty.

They call me the Guru—the guy who never loses his cool, never breaks the code, and definitely doesn't knock up his best friend's little sister after one perfect, reckless night.

But judging by Beatrice's new baby bump, six months ago, I did just that.

Now she's back in New Orleans, gorgeous, glowing, and determined to do this solo. She doesn't need my money, my help, or my suddenly inconvenient feelings.

Too bad. Because I'm not the kind of man who skates away from the woman I haven't been able to stop thinking about since the moment she left.

So I show up. I prove I'm not just the guy who got her pregnant, but the friend who listens, the partner who's got her back, and the lover who knows exactly how to make her forget why she ever thought romance might be dead.

And if keeping us a secret protects her peace? Fine. I'll play along.

But secrets have a way of hitting the ice when you least expect it. And when ours does, I'll have to prove to her brother, my team, and the woman I'm falling for that I'm not just chasing a win.

I'm playing for forever

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Chapter One

BEATRICE NIX

Six months ago…

My big brother’s getting married.

My wild, party-loving, only-dates-cougars-on-the-rebound-due-to-suspected-commitment-issues brother is going to marry an amazing woman and live happily ever after.

I’m so happy for him.

So, so happy!

So happy that I haven’t stopped crying since he called me to tell me that Charlotte said yes…

What’s wrong with me?

I sniff, speeding my steps down a quieter street in the French Quarter, grateful for the spring breeze on my face. I have no idea where I’m going. I just had to get away from the noise, the people. Away from all the shiny surfaces outside the bar, reflecting what a mess I am.

I love Charlotte. Seriously love her. If someone told me I had to choose between Baylor, the brother who’s had my back my since the day I was born, and this woman, who came into my life just a few months ago, I would struggle to decide where my loyalty should lie. She’s been ten toes down for me from day one, even when things with my ex got seriously ugly. She never wavered or made me feel like a burden. She simply opened her heart and her home and took me in.

Charlotte is an incredible human being who loves my brother with every bit of her big, beautiful soul, and he feels the same way. Thanks to the love they’ve found, Baylor is an even better man than he was before. There’s no doubt in my mind that their marriage will be one for the ages.

So why is there a boulder in my throat?

Am I jealous? Is that it? Deep down, am I that petty?

“If so, then you’re a horrible person,” I mutter, words slurring as I swipe at the tears still leaking from my eyes. I’m tipsier than I almost ever get, but a hurricane on an empty stomach will do that to a girl. Food was on the way to the table, but I left before I could take a single bite of my fish tacos.

Thank God.

Thank God, I stepped outside the bar to take that call. Thank God, I texted my friends an apology for bailing early when the sniffling began, and started walking. If anyone else had seen me like this, I would be even more ashamed of myself.

Seriously, what is wrong here?!

Baylor and Charlotte basically saved my life. Not only did they help me escape Kai with minimal fallout, but they also provided shelter, support, and connections to the New Orleans music community. Hell, Charlotte even sang backup on the first solo release of my career.

They did everything in their power to smooth my transition from dysfunctional coupledom to peaceful single lady life. From a member of a mid-list band to a potentially mainstream solo artist. My first single, The Labor of Leaving, is still charting months after its release, and my forthcoming solo album has been named one of the year’s most anticipated releases by several well-respected industry publications. If I don’t seriously fuck something up, I’m on the verge of being famous.

Only I never wanted to be famous.

I wanted to make amazing music, live a happy life, and find someone incredible to share it with.

And so far?

Well, so far, aside from the new album, I’ve made formulaic music, lived under the thumb of a controlling asshole, and what I know about “true love” could fit inside a thimble.

I know it’s precious.

I know it’s rare.

And I know I might never find it.

Since the split with Kai, I haven’t been able to get laid, let alone anything more. I only started dipping my toe into the dating pool a little while ago, and meeting people is next to impossible when you spend most of your time in a recording studio, but still…

I’ve been on enough dates to know that men feel as foreign to me as the opposite sex did when I was a teenager. That’s how I ended up with Kai in the first place. He was problematic, yes, even back then. But he was also the first boy who seemed to “get” what it was like to be a woman, to see me as a main character, too, not a sidekick in his dude-centered adventure. I thought maybe that was because he was older than the other boys I’d dated—twenty-one to my seventeen.

Over a decade later, the hypothesis gave me comfort on my way out the door. Maybe finding connection would be easier the second time around, now that my dating pool was full of proper adults.

But after six months of disastrous first dates, I now suspect most men are simply dumb.

No, not dumb. That isn’t quite right.

They’re not dumb, they’re…willfully ignorant. Most haven’t bothered to educate themselves on what it’s like to navigate the world as a woman because they don’t have to.

They don’t have to be afraid of walking outside at night, or losing control of their reproductive systems, or being told they’re inherently inferior because they were born with girl parts. So, they don’t care.

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Elijah Sager joins the Burlington Bobcats to escape a brutal breakup and prove he's more than the mistakes his ex made him believe he was. The last thing he needs is the team's star player—publicly straight, impossibly hot Gabriel Sanderson—watching him like he wants to devour him whole.

Gabe has spent years keeping his secrets locked down he's gay, he's a wolf shifter, and his pack's territory is under threat. But when Eli steps onto the ice, Gabe's wolf recognizes something a fated mate. The pull is magnetic and impossible to ignore.

As a rival pack closes in with threats that escalate from intimidation to kidnapping, and a deadly enemy emerges from the shadows, Gabe and Eli are forced together by something neither can control. Between championship games and full moon transformations, they'll have to fight for their lives, their pack, and a love that could destroy them both... or make them unstoppable

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Chapter One

Fresh Meat

ELI

The energy in the locker room always shifted from team to team. Some were filled with more of the goofball types, snapping wet towels at each other’s bare asses and laughing like it was the funniest damn thing in the world. Others were more game-focused, constantly discussing different strategies and plotting ways they could get their hands on the Calder Cup.

It was my first day in the Bobcats’ locker room, but I could already tell these guys leaned more toward the former than the latter.

Emerson “Emmy” Meyers, one of the team’s D-men and a verifiable unit of a man, stood with a towel wrapped around his waist and a skimpy pair of hot pink underwear hanging off a finger.

“Dyl, if you swap my underwear for another pink thong again, then I’m just going to wear it, take a picture of it, and set it as your phone’s wallpaper.” He tossed the underwear at Dylan Raye, whose grin slanted as he chuckled. He wore a Bobcats sweatband around his forehead—black with white and baby blue stripes—which held back a sweaty head of dark brown hair. A white streak of hair cut across the side of his temple, matching a similar white streak that went across the top of his left eyebrow. He stuffed the thong into his already overflowing duffel bag. “Dumbass.”

“Whose are those anyway?” Soren Volkov asked in a thick Eastern European accent. He was the goalie on the team, and a damn talented one at that. He was one of the reasons I was okay with this trade—there were a couple of other reasons, but playing on the same team as Soren made me excited. It surprised me that he hadn’t made the jump from the AHL to the NHL yet. And he wasn’t the only one on the team who had next-level kind of stats.

“Got them on Amazon for a Halloween costume,” Dylan replied nonchalantly.

“Mhmm,” Emmy said. “Maybe Eli wants to try them on? A little initiation ritual.” Emmy cocked his head and crossed his arms over his bare chest. He winked at me.

“Don’t think they’re my size,” I said, getting a laugh from the guys.

Soren, already fully dressed and halfway out the door, stopped and pointed sternly in my direction. “Don’t let these puck-brained fucks bully you. Give ’em a smack behind their head. Coach allows it.”

“Pfft, you saw him on the ice,” Dyl said. “A smack from him’s going to give me a fucking concussion.”

“Or it could restart whatever engine is malfunctioning in there,” Emmy quipped.

“Fuck you,” Dyl said, his words having zero bite behind them.

The banter continued until it was only me and Chris Rodriguez left in the locker room. He was one of the centers on the team and one of the first guys to reach out to me when the trade was announced. He had short, cropped blond hair and a nose that sat slightly off-center underneath a pair of hazel green eyes that reminded me of my mom’s.

Meant I instantly trusted him.

“Nice job on the ice today,” Chris said as he stood up from the bench, his duffel bag strapped over his shoulder. “I can already tell we’ve got a good season ahead of us.”

I grinned up at him, happy to receive the compliment. I’d researched the entire team before moving to Burlington. Chris had seniority on the team, even though Emmy was captain. He also had some serious stats under his belt. Last season, his average goal per sixty minutes was three, which was a feat that even some NHL players had trouble achieving. Made me wonder again why this team was so damn stacked and why no one seemed to be moving up?

“It’s a solid group of guys here. The talent is through the fucking roof,” I said.

“We’ve got talent and brotherhood here. It’s a lethal mix for any of our rivals.”

“I noticed the brotherhood vibes. The last team I was on felt close, but the Bobcats look like they’re on another level.”

It wasn’t just based on my observations from today. Chatter online said that the Burlington Bobcats were known to be a tight-knit—and slightly mysterious—group. They avoided a lot of the spotlight by often forgoing after-game press interviews, keeping a pretty quiet social media presence, and staying out of gossip or trending topics. In fact, the only thing I could find online that was anything beyond the couple of videos posted on their social media was an interview the head coach, Julian Romanoff, had given where he stressed the importance of a family-type bond between his players.

Chris chuckled, showing an endearing gap in his front top teeth. “Yeah, it’s something that we’re all proud of. We get along like family, bicker like it too. Shoulda seen Gio and Emmy going at it last week after Gio accidentally ate some cake Emmy was saving. You’d think Gio slept with Emmy’s girl. Then, five minutes later, the two were making plans to go out that same night.” Chris glanced at his watch. “Shit, speaking of plans. Gotta run and meet my girlfriend, but keep your schedule clear for tomorrow evening. The team usually goes out to eat together every Tuesday after practice.”

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The Tendy (Dalvegan Dragons #4) Read Online Xavier Neal http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-tendy-dalvegan-dragons-4-read-online-xavier-neal Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:15:40 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-tendy-dalvegan-dragons-4-read-online-xavier-neal Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Sports Authors: Xavier Neal Series: Dalvegan Dragons Series by Xavier Neal
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From USA TODAY BESTSELLING author Xavier Neal comes a laugh-out-loud, off-limits, hockey romance!

Always a groomsmen...never a groom.

And yet, when I finally do meet the woman of my dreams - who just so happens to be older than me - it turns out, she's completely off-limits.

And, of course, secretly dating my coach's younger sister is the type of penalty that could completely end my career.

I guess you could say this season won't be easy.

Especially for me, the tendy

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HOCKEY GLOSSARY

Hockey has its own language! And when/if you are not familiar with it, it can be somewhat confusing. While the novel itself defines many of these for you in context, I am also adding this page as a reference point to assist you in the experience.

Apple – An assist

(The) Assist – Assisting in scoring a goal

Barn – Hockey Arena/Hockey Rink

Bardownsky – Type of shot that hit the top bar and goes down into the net, highly impressive

Beauty – Great Player/Skilled Player/Incredible skills (Compliment)

Bench Boss – Coach

Bender – A bad/low skilled player (whose ankles bend poorly while skating) (Insult)

Biscuit – Hockey Puck

Blades – Hockey Skates

Boat Race – High scoring, fast-paced game

Bottle Rocket – When the goaltenders water bottle is bounced into the air by a shot hitting the net

Brewskie – Beer

Broad/Broadskie – Female

Bucket – Helmet

Cage – Type of helmet that has face protecting front

Cap or “C” – Captain

Celly – Celebrate

Chirp/Chirping – Trash talking

Clapper – Slapshot

(The) Cup – The Stanley Cup, the championship trophy/prize in the league

Deke – Quick move to get around a defensive player or beat a goalie with misdirection

Donnybrook – Fight

Drop the Gloves – Fight

Dub or “W” – Win

Duster – Player who spends most of his time on the bench, collecting dust, never playing (Insult)

Ferda (For The Boys) – Doing what’s best/doing something for the boys/the team

Free Agent (off the ice) – Single/Romantically unattached

Garbage Goal – Lucky shot (Insult)

Gino – Goal

GM – General Manager

Hat Trick or Hatty – Three points scored in a single game by a single player

Lettuce – Hair

Lighting the Lamp – Scoring a goal

LTIR “Long Term Injured Reserve – Players who are injured/expected to miss a lot/most of a season are placed on this as part of salary cap reasonings

Mitts (on ice) – Gloves or hands (depending on context)

Mitt (off ice) – Pussy/Twat/Snatch

Pest – Pain in the ass player (Insult)

Pheasant – Useless, terrible or unskillful player (Insult)

PK – Penalty Kill, when the home team is short one player putting them on the disadvantage

Pigeon – Player who consistently makes garbage goals/garbage plays (Insult)

Pipe-Fitter – Averaged skill player who tends to work a little harder during his shifts

Player’s Only Meeting – Meeting/Session held by the captain and/or alternative captains without management/coaching around to handle issues, more like a peer mediation session

Plug (on & off the ice) – A useless player/person (Insult)

Puck Bunny – Female/Chick that specifically tries to sleep or date hockey players (think groupie)

Pylon – A cone used for drills

Pylon – A useless player that’s easy to get around (Insult)

Razor – Player in his prime/at his best

Rocket (off the ice) – An attractive/hot female (Compliment)

Sando – Sandwich

Scratch – Player on the roster that’s not going to dress for the game

Shift/Shifts – The stretch of time a player is on the ice

(The) Show – NHL

Ship – Short for Championship

Shutout – The home team wins the game by preventing the away team from scoring at all

Sieve – Goalie who lets in a lot of goals (Insult)

Sin Bin – Penalty Box

Silky Mitts – Great/amazing stickhandling skills (Compliment)

Snipe – A tight shot that scores on the goalie in the tiniest spaces possible

Sniper – A player who makes the aforementioned shot effortlessly (Compliment)

Snipe/Sniper (off the ice) – An attractive/hot female (Compliment)

Snow Showering – Spraying the goalie with ice shavings intentionally

Stud – Great Player/Skilled Player/Incredible skills (Compliment)

Suicide Pass – A pass made that sets up the player receiving it to get smashed by a waiting defenseman

Sweater – Jersey

Tarp – Top/Shirt/Sweater/Jersey

Tendy – Goalie/Goaltender

The Great One – Wayne Gretzky

Top Cheddar/Top Cheese/Top Shelf/Top Cookies/Where Grandma Hides the Cookies – The top section of the net/top shelf/area of the goal between the crossbar and tendy’s shoulders often used in reference of something being “top notch”

Wheel (on the ice) – Skate/Fast skate/Best skating

Wheel (off the ice) – Picking up/having sex with women

Warmies – Warm ups

Zam or Zamboni – Ice Surface Cleaner

Zebra or Zeb – Another name for a referee

Playlist Selects

Here are five songs from The Stud (Dalvegan Dragons #3) playlist!

Feel free to follow the playlist on Spotify to find more songs I felt related to the book.

Never Gonna Give You Up – Rick Astley (Dance Pop)

2. Kinfolk – Sam Hunt (Country)

3. I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me) – Whitney Houston (Pop/R&B)

4. Just Us – Jack Harlow, Doja Cat (Rap/Hip-hop)

5. Baby, I Love You – Ramones (Rock)

More songs: https://bit.ly/TheTendyPlaylist

Chapter 1

Thayne

It’s not every day you see a woman wrapped in white fluff run out of the church like she’s a tendy being called to the bench for an extra forward during the last minute of regulation.

But here I am.

Hands in my suit pockets.

Watching the second worst view of the play – the first of course being the poor pylon beside me that truly thought she was “the one”.

In his defense…she did actually make it to the wedding unlike “the one” before her that didn’t bother showing up to the rehearsal dinner.

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He’s showing me a lot more than he should.

The one time I choose to be unpredictable, I find myself practically naked in a dark cabin on a ranch, face-to-face with a smirking man barely wearing a towel.

Despite his chiseled body and a wicked smile that makes following the rules feel optional, nothing happens. Why? Because I, Audrey Van, don’t know how to have fun.

I came to my friend’s cabin with my whimsy list in hand, determined to fix that. I’ve earned my doctorate and built a career with zero parking tickets and even fewer hangovers. I’ve been so good … and so boring.

This isn’t who I want to be anymore.

Brooks Dempsey is the last person who should be helping me find myself. The ridiculously hot mixed martial artist—and my brother’s nemesis—is a walking bad decision gift wrapped in broad shoulders and trouble. But who better to teach me how to flirt, defend myself, and explore other things than the man who does it best?

Soon, I want more. Not just from life, but from him.

But this recklessly electrifying thing between us was never meant to last. The bad boy never settles with the good girl, and a girl like me should know better. So, when life throws us into the ring, gloves on, will we fight together? Or will one of us throw in the towel?

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PLAYLIST

Playlist

“Am I Okay?” By Megan Moroney

“I Wanna Be Bad” by Willa Ford

“Before You” by Bailey Zimmerman

“Chasin’ You” by Morgan Wallen

“You Should Probably Leave” by Chris Stapleton

“All The Way” by BigXthaPlug ft Bailey Zimmerman

“What’s Your Fantasy” by Ludacris and Shawnna

For the full playlist, go here.

CHAPTER

ONE

Audrey

“Oh, rats.”

“What’s wrong?” Astrid asks, her voice barely audible through the speakers. Sleet pounds the windshield so fast and hard that my wipers can’t keep up. “Do you see the driveway?”

I lean forward, squinting through the blowing snowflakes assaulting my Jeep and into the thin strip of visibility created by my headlights. This situation has all the hallmarks of a horror movie—specifically the scene that’s so ridiculous the viewer shakes their head and thinks, “Who really puts themselves in that predicament?”

Answer? Me, apparently.

My knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel. “I think I missed it. Everything is just so … dark.”

“Keep going,” Astrid says. “Unless you drive into the creek, you can’t go too far.”

My foot lifts off the accelerator. “Now is a fabulous time for you to mention that I could drive headfirst into a body of water.”

“There’s a ramp. You’ll notice and have time to stop.”

Great.

A knot tightens in my belly, reminding me that it’s not too late. I can still turn around and go home, where it’s dry, bright, and familiar. I’ve considered this more than a hundred times since I decided this afternoon, for the first time in my life, to say to heck with it all and be spontaneous. I left a whole day early and made the hour-and-a-half-long trek to Sugar Creek tonight.

In the dark.

During a winter storm.

The reevaluation of my decision is to be expected, and not just because of the weather. Impulsive, fun adventures aren’t Audrey Van coded at all. Overthinking and staying in my comfort zone? That’s where I’ve lived the past twenty-seven years, and it’s also why I push the accelerator again … carefully, of course.

“Hey,” I say, somehow managing to sit even taller in my seat. “I think that’s it! There’s a fence with a bird sculpture thingy on it.”

“Yes. Take a left there, and you’ve made it.”

Thank God. My shoulders drop in relief as I pilot the car from the gravel road onto the driveway.

“Service can be spotty out there,” Astrid warns for the third time today. “If our call drops, that’s why. Once you get inside the cabin, it should work just fine. If not, text Hartley. Texts usually work even if calls drop, and he’ll come over and get you all fixed up.”

I smile. “Sounds good.”

Hartley Adler, Astrid’s boyfriend’s brother and the owner of Blackbird Ranch, is an absolute sweetheart. We’ve met a few times over the past year, and every time, I walk away thinking he’s amazing. He’s kind and smart—a real salt-of-the-earth kind of guy.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” I say. “Did you remember to tell him that I’m coming tonight and not tomorrow like we originally planned?”

“Gray left him a message. A fence line went down in the storm this afternoon, so Hartley and some of the guys were out there trying to get it fixed.”

I balk. “He’s out there in this?”

She laughs. “That’s life on the ranch, Auddie. It doesn’t stop for anything, least of all the weather.”

The sleet turns into tiny balls of ice, flinging themselves against the windshield. I whisper a prayer of gratitude as I roll to a stop in front of Astrid and Gray’s cabin. Just in time.

“I’m officially here and parked,” I say, surveying as much of my surroundings as possible. I’ve been to the cabin once since Astrid moved to the ranch for the rugby offseason with Gray. But it was a quick afternoon trip with our friend Gianna, and unfortunately for me, everything looks different at eight o’clock at night in January.

“Finally.” She sighs heavily. “I can relax now.”

“You and me both.” I lean forward, noticing a glow from inside the house. “Hey, there’s a light on. Is that normal?”

“Yeah. I always leave a small lamp on in the kitchen, and Gray hasn’t turned a light off in his life. It gets so dark that you’ll break your neck trying to get a drink in the middle of the night. Ask me how I know.”

I smile. “Okay. Just wanted to make sure I wasn’t walking into a robbery or something.”

“Out there?” She laughs. “I hate to say never, but that’s never going to happen. The only way to the cabin requires you to pass Hartley’s house, and he doesn’t miss much.”

Except for when he’s not there … like tonight.

My instincts grow louder, warning me to reassess the potential for danger. Run. Flee. Save yourself, Audrey! But instead of listening to my gut, I take a breath and shove the logic out of my brain. It’s counterintuitive, and it feels irresponsible, but you have to crack some eggs to make an omelet. And I’m here to whip up something delicious.

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He was supposed to be her cover story, not her future.

Sidney
I fell for Hattie Ward the second she chose a book over the game.

Who does that?
The wild girl who marches to the beat of her own drum, that's who.

But I never thought I'd have a shot with her.
Until she begs me to date her.

She thinks I'm grumpy.
She thinks I'm not her type.
She thinks this is pretend.

She's wrong.

There's nothing fake about the way she makes me feel.
And there is no one else who will worship her like I do.

She's done hiding in the shadows.
And I'm more than ready to show her exactly how bright she burns.
Even if I have to turn her world upside down.

Hattie
Propositioning my brother's teammate was the perfect plan.
One date with Sidney Hawkes, and I'd be free from my mother's schemes.

He's hot, standoffish, and not my type...the perfect fake wedding date.

Until everything changes.

One kiss, one confession, and my plans go awry.
Now, I'm his in a way I never saw coming.
And he doesn't just want to date me.
He wants to keep me.

But stepping into his world means risking everything.
I'm terrified I'm going to fall flat on my face and drag him down with me.

Falling for him is either the bravest thing I've ever done… or the dumbest.
And it's far too late to back out now

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Chapter One

Hattie

"This is stupid," I whisper, staring at my brother's teammate like he might bite. Frankly, he might. Sidney Hawkes is what happens if you cross a giant with a raging bull. He's cranky as hell, bigger than a mountain, and looks like he makes little kids cry just for fun.

In short, he's terrifying.

He's also going to save my life.

He doesn't know that part yet.

I'm still trying to figure out how to break the news to him…preferably without him deciding to break me.

I take another giant gulp of whatever my brother, Tye, poured in my cup, trying not to choke on it. Whatever it is, it's strong. My head is already swimming. That's the only excuse I have for why I'm still staring at Sidney.

He isn't looking at me. No one at my brother's parties ever looks at me. I'm basically a Ficus in the corner, only with boobs and a designer dress. Unlike everyone else at the party, being ignored by Sidney doesn't feel personal. He's giving everyone the same treatment.

I think he hates us all equally.

"You can do this," I mumble.

"Did you say something?" a gorgeous WAG beside me asks, blinking like she only just noticed me. Her brows pull together in a look that's all too familiar. It screams that I do not belong here.

She isn't wrong. Tye's mansion is packed with important people. Everyone who is anyone in the Chicago sports world is here right now. And then there's me, included by default because all my brothers are famous athletes. Fans actually call them the Holy Trinity.

Gag me with a freaking spoon. Seriously. Please, gag me. They aren't that cool, not when I grew up in the same house as their smelly gym socks.

The rest of the world does not agree. But the rest of the world is not me. I'd rather be in my pajamas, reading or talking to my fish than partying with my oldest brother's friends. My mother would literally kill me, though. Tye is getting married, and I'm in the bridal party. I have to be here.

Apparently, all wedding-related festivities are mandatory, even the annoying ones like parties. I did not know that when Vanessa asked me to be a bridesmaid. I thought I just had to show up, help her get ready, walk down the aisle without falling, eat cake, and then go home.

Yeah, no.

I'm never doing this again.

"You're Tye's sister or something, right?" the WAG asks, still staring at me like she tasted something sour.

"That's me."

"That's wild," she says, eyeing me up and down. "Your brother is hot. You look nothing alike."

"I was adopted." It's only a tiny lie. I wasn't adopted, but my brothers are all annoyingly beautiful people like my mom. I'm…well, me. I look like my dad, who died when I was nine. Except God didn't give me his height or talent. Instead, he gave me social anxiety, no filter, and frizzy hair.

Tye, Briggs, and Harlan never treat me any differently, no matter how awkward I make things, but the same cannot be said for my mother or the rest of the world. As far as they're concerned, I crash-landed on this planet and should be sold to science.

"Ah, that explains it," the WAG says, not even realizing—or caring—how offensive she's being. They never do. In this world, when you aren't an important person, your feelings don't matter.

"Well, I'd love to stay and be insulted a little more," I chirp, wriggling my way to my feet. I stumble in my heels before I manage to catch myself. "But I have a grump to proposition."

"You—what?"

"Bye, Felicia."

"Felicia? That's not my name," the WAG mutters, her tone confused.

"Really? Weird." I wobble dangerously on my way across the room, my eyes locked on Sidney. He's still standing in the corner, glaring like he'd rather burn the place down than pretend to have a good time.

Huh. Maybe I can convince him to torch it. That'd get me out of here. It's not like Tye is ever home, so I doubt he'd miss his stuff if it all burned.

My mother catches my gaze from across the room, giving me one of those patented looks. You know, the ones that promise murder and a lifetime of regret if you aren't on your best behavior? Funny how my brothers never get those looks, when they're usually the ones all over the news for one reason or another.

I'm an angel.

I step up beside Sidney, waiting for him to notice me.

He doesn't.

He's staring into his beer like it holds the answers to the universe. I step closer, intending to clear my throat.

Instead, I catch a whiff of whatever magical cologne he's wearing. Jesus. He smells edible. He's also a lot bigger than I ever seem to remember, which is probably because I make a point to not be where he is. The man scares me. I mean, I don't think he'd actually break me in half or anything if I tried to strike up a conversation, but why risk it?

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