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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)

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From Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and Amazon Bestselling Author Natasha Madison comes new a small town, single dad, surprise baby romance.

When a hockey princess takes a trip to the south and two pink lines change everything!

Zara
The day I picked out my wedding dress was the day I found out my fiancé was cheating on me.
After that, I needed an escape.
A distraction to take my mind off what a mess my life was.
It was supposed to be a one-night thing.
Then it turned into more.
We knew going in that it was for two weeks.
Then, two pink lines changed everything.

Gabriel
I thought I had the perfect life.
I had an amazing son, and I was running the family bar.
But all that changed the day she walked in.
She was gorgeous and funny all wrapped into one.
It was temporary, we both knew that.
She's a city girl. I'm a cowboy.
But I fell in love with her and let her go all at the same time.
Now she's back and pregnant with my baby.
It's time to show her she was meant for me.

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Zara

The day I picked out my wedding dress is the day I found out my fiancé was cheating on me.

After that, I needed an escape.

A distraction to take my mind off what a mess my life was.

It was supposed to be a one-night thing.

Then it turned into more.

We knew going in that it was for two weeks.

Then, two pink lines changed everything.

Gabriel

I thought I had the perfect life.

I had an amazing son, and I was running the family bar.

But all that changed the day she walked in.

She was gorgeous and funny all wrapped into one.

It was temporary, we both knew that.

She's a city girl. I'm a cowboy.

But I fell in love with her and let her go all at the same time.

Now she's back and pregnant with my baby.

It's time to show her she was meant for me.

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ZARA

The car stops, and I look out the window to see the group of women all huddled in front of the glass window. “This is it,” my mother says from beside me. “Are you ready?” I look over at her, seeing her eyes mimicking mine. The same color and shape, the rest she says is all my father, but I’m a clear mix of them both.

“I don’t think anyone is ready for that.” I point over at the women who have now turned their attention toward the black Town Car that picked us up some thirty minutes ago. I think the squealing is heard on the moon, and the door is opened by one of them.

“Zara.” My cousin and best friend Zoey sticks her head into the car. “It’s time,” she sings like she’s Mariah Carey right before her Christmas song drops after Halloween, except she sounds like cats howling in heat. Her smile fills her whole face. “Also, why is it so fucking cold in New York?”

I roll my eyes at her and get out of the car. “Don’t pretend you didn’t live here all your life just because you live in LA now.” I look at my Aunt Zara, who I’m named after, with tears in her eyes. “No tears.” I point at her, trying to be stern. “We went over this. That’s the rule.” Before I agreed to let all of them come dress shopping with me, I had two rules. Rule number one was no crying. Rule number two was that we keep our opinions to ourselves until after I say how I feel. I know I’m going to have to reel them in with rule number two since everyone is so opinionated, but I figured I would at least try.

“I know, I know.” She holds up her hands. “But I didn’t get to do this with Zoey since she eloped and took it away from me. Ripped it out of my hands.” She puts her hand to her chest as if someone inflicted her with pain.

“Wow, and we wonder where the dramatics come from in the family,” I mumble as I’m pushed aside by my mother, who gets out of the car.

“Can we please get inside?” my sister-in-law, Sofia, whines, holding her jacket closed at the chest. “It’s arctic.” She smiles at me as she shivers. She really hates the cold since she grew up in the South.

“That’s a great idea,” my Aunt Allison chimes in, walking toward the glass door and pulling it open. I watch the women form a line walking into the door. I stand here for a second on the sidewalk, staring at the glass window with two wedding dresses on headless mannequins. One is a ball gown and the other is formfitting. White flowers drape from both sides of the window, making it seem even more bridal.

An arm slips into mine, and I look over to see Zoey. “This is going to be so amazing.”

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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)

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From the bestselling author Natasha Madison comes new A billionaire, marriage pact, opposites attract romance.
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Unless you end up married!
From The This is Series and the Southern Wedding series comes Meant For Love

Zoey
When I first met him, I got butterflies in my stomach.
I thought it was silly and pushed it aside. Avoided him.
Besides, I was taken—unavailable. Or so I thought.
That was before he hired me to take over his company’s PR.
Now that we were working with each other, that meant he was completely off-limits.
Until one night in Vegas.

Nash
They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Unless you ask the woman of your dreams to marry you while you are both drinking tequila.
And she says yes.
She thinks it’s a mistake.
She’s wrong.
Now I have ninety days to show her we’re meant for love.

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One

Nash

I push open the glass door and step out to the parking lot. The sun is slowly coming up. The waves crashing on the rocks not far away fill the quiet morning, along with the birds soaring in the cloudless sky. “It’s going to be a beautiful day,” I mumble as I walk toward my car, gym bag and protein shake in one hand. With my ringing phone in the other hand, I see it’s my brother Caine’s name flashing on the screen. The picture is of him glaring at the camera, wearing a tux, sitting on a stool—a beer in his hand taken at his wedding—when I answer. “Nash Griffin,” I mock him since that is the only way he answers his phone, which irritates the fuck out of me.

“He’s a comedian,” he says right away, picking up on the joke. “I thought I’d find you sleeping.”

“You thought wrong. I’m just leaving the gym,” I tell him, opening the trunk of the car before tossing my bag in and walking over to the driver’s door and opening it. Putting the phone on speaker, I start the car, and the Bluetooth picks up, but as soon as that happens, the FaceTime ring hits my phone.

He waits until he can see me before he talks. “You were just leaving the gym,” he says, his voice in disbelief, “it’s what… six o’clock there?” I see he’s sitting behind his desk at the office, suit jacket hanging already on the back of his chair, tie a little loose with one button open.

“Yup,” I confirm, putting on my sunglasses and exiting the parking lot. “Just a little after.”

“And you’re already done with your workout?” he asks, flabbergasted.

“We can’t all be going for the dad bod,” I joke with him, earning me one of his famous glares. “I was going to tell you when I saw you last that you’ve been letting yourself go.” I roll my lips because I know he’s going to come back and tell me to go fuck myself.

“Fuck you,” he hisses, his face coming so close to the phone it’s all I see, making me smile, knowing how well I know him. “I’d rather be home in bed with my wife than in a sweaty gym.”

“But the question is”—I look around as more cars enter the almost vacant parking lot, which won’t be like this for long—“would your wife want you to be in bed with her, or at the gym keeping that figure like it was when she fell in hate with you?” I laugh. When Grace and Caine first met, they loathed each other. More like my brother was a donkey who would say the wrong thing over and over again. I figured it out quickly. He did that because one, he was stupid, and two, he really, really liked her. She got under his skin like no one else. “So what’s the answer?”

“I’d rather him be in bed with me,” Grace’s voice chimes in, then she comes into the camera view, rounding the desk to stand next to him. He looks up at her with a smile, his hand going to wrap around her hips while she wraps her arm around his shoulders. “All day, every day.” She looks down at him with pure love written on her face.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite sister-in-law,” I say softly, her eyes flying back to the screen and she tilts her head to the side. “How’re you doing, sweetheart?”

“She’s doing fine,” Caine hisses, pulling her closer to his side, “and don’t talk like that to her, all smooth and shit. No one wants to hear that early in the morning. And especially don’t call her fucking sweetheart.”

“I don’t know. I can name a couple of women who would like me to call them sweetheart.” I chuckle while Caine groans, and Grace just shakes her head. “What are you guys doing calling me at six o’clock anyway?”

“You are almost always at your desk by six thirty,” Grace reminds me, “so thirty minutes isn’t much of a stretch.”

“A lot can happen in thirty minutes,” I point out, and it’s Grace’s turn to be the comedian.

“Not too much can happen in thirty minutes that most women remember.” Caine laughs out loud now, but not for long, when Grace turns her attention to him. “You remember that in the morning when you want to quickly get in there.”

“Burn,” I snap. “What I’m getting from this conversation is she’s not satisfied in the bedroom.” I make my way over to my office. “Caine, how does it make you feel that not only have you let yourself go but now you aren’t even satisfying your wife?”

The growl makes me laugh each time. “Can you be professional for once in your life?”

“Hey,” I say, “I answered the phone using my whole name.”

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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)

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Christopher

I came from the biggest hockey family in the NHL.

Records were set by my grandfather, my father, and now my brother.

I was taught to love the game, but more than that, I learned early the men you play with are your family.

You get on the ice every night and protect them, celebrate the wins, and pick each other up when you fall.

So when we lost Benji, I stepped in to help his wife and kids, but this pull I feel when it comes to them is something more than I can even understand.

Dakota

My life was perfect, until it wasn't.

Gone was the husband I thought I knew and in his place was a stranger.

I saw him change before my eyes.

Then he was gone, leaving me and our girls alone.

I wanted nothing to do with anyone or anything that took him away from me.

But no matter how many times I've told his best friend I don't need help.

He's here doing things for us, and the worst part is, I want him to.

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CHAPTER ONE

dakota

The bed dips beside me as I slowly open my eyes. The sunlight streams in from the side curtains as I wait to see who’s climbing into bed. Soft movement behind me has me guessing it’s one of my girls. I smile and wait for it, then I feel it. The knee in the back as they try to crawl on the bed, then the hand on my shoulder. “Mommy,” Luna says, trying not to speak loud but not knowing how to whisper. “Mommy, I awake.” She leans over me, shoving her face into mine. Her soft brown hair falls around her face and lands on mine, tickling me.

I try not to laugh when I roll over and wrap my arms around her, bringing her to me. “Happy birthday, my little one.” I turn, cuddling her in my arms as I kiss her neck four times. “Four birthday kisses,” I say, kissing her again three times, this time as she giggles in my ear. “So what does the birthday girl want for breakfast?”

She releases a huge sigh as if she’s deciding the future of the world. “I want pancakes.” She turns to me. “No, no.” She holds out her index finger. “Waffles.” Her eyes go big and the smile even bigger. “Wait, no.” She gets on her knees. “French toast.” I wait for it, knowing that she’ll change her mind again. “Mommy.” She claps her hands. “Breakfast taco!” She folds her hands together. “Like Uncle Chrissy.” I throw the cover off me as I slide my feet into my pink Ugg slippers. “Pancake with scrappled eggs.”

“Scrambled,” I correct her, and she nods.

“And sausage.” She holds both her hands outstretched. “With maple syrup.”

“That’s a big breakfast,” I tell her. “Don’t forget, we have your birthday party this afternoon.”

“I’m hungry.” She stands in the middle of my bed in her pink nightgown. “Like a hungry, hungry hippo.”

I chuckle and look at the side table where my phone is, touching the screen to see that it’s just after 6:00 a.m., giving me enough time to make her the breakfast tacos, and she will still be okay for her birthday party.

“Okay, I’m going to brush my teeth, and you should do the same.” I move my hand in front of my nose. “You almost killed me with your morning breath.”

She bounces from her feet to her bum, then scoots off the bed. “Your breath smells gooey.”

She runs out of my room. “Don’t wake your sister up,” I warn softly. She looks over her shoulder and smirks at me when she gets to my door, just like her father.

I stand here for a minute, looking at the side of the bed that has again gone unslept in. I look down at my feet before walking toward my bathroom.

The white floors shine in the sunlight. The four windows brighten the room so much you don’t have to turn on any lights during the day. I use the toilet, then walk over to the double sink, grabbing my pink toothbrush from the middle cabinet. As I brush my teeth, I ignore looking over at Benji’s side of the bathroom. His side still has stuff out from last night when he used it before he went out to meet some friends, instead of staying in with me and watching a movie or just staying with the kids.

I put my toothbrush back before I wipe my hands on the white hand towel. Then I grab my phone and walk toward the double doors. Rain’s door is still closed, which means she’s still sleeping. She’s six going on thirteen, but I think she’s seeing a lot of things kids shouldn’t see. Walking down the winding staircase, I see Benji’s keys on the table at the door. “At least he’s home,” I mumble as I walk past the formal dining room we hardly use.

I make my way to the back of the house, where we spend most of our time. When I walk into the kitchen, I look over to the family room and see Benji sleeping on the couch, one foot on the floor, one on the couch. His pants are unbuckled, and his shirt is lifted on one side. His collar is stained with what looks like red lipstick. Nine months ago, this would have cut me off at my knees. Now, it’s just like a kick in the stomach. I walk closer to him, his head turned to the side where he has the same color of stain on the side of his neck. His scruff from not shaving for the past two weeks is getting thicker, but that’s what you get when you’re on summer vacation. I notice a small plastic bag with two white pills in it on the coffee table.

My blood boils when I hear footsteps on the stairs. I bend down and grab the bag in my hand before turning around and bending to knock his hand. He mumbles in his sleep before he turns his head to the side. The footsteps sound closer, so this time, I bend down and push his shoulder, making his eyes snap open. “Huh?” He looks at me, trying to get his eyes to focus. “What?”

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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)

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A spin-off from the Hollywood Playboy & This Is Crazy.
Stone Richards has entered the building!

Ryleigh
Growing up in Hollywood, I was surrounded by liars and phonies.
So when I got my law degree, I knew I wanted to work as a district attorney.
Busy days turned to long nights—I was on my way up the ladder.
Then he happened.
Bullied his way into my life as if there was no choice.
Suddenly everything I thought I wanted wasn’t as important.

Stone
I had one thing on my mind and that was never going to change: The game.
The only goal I had was beating the records set by my family.
I didn’t have time for anything else.
Until she walked in the room.
The earth shifted, just like the stories said it would.
I said it wouldn’t happen—not to me.
I didn’t have the time, but now she was the only thing on my mind.
I knew it was her.
Now I had to convince her.

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CHAPTER ONE

stone

I look out the window at the city below us. “Flight attendants,” the captain announces on the speaker, “thirty minutes until landing.”

“Are you done with that?” I look over at the flight attendant, her finger pointing at the glass of water on my tray table.

“I am.” I hand her the almost empty glass. “Thank you.” She nods at me as she moves along to the person behind me. After putting my tray table up, I look back out the window at the city bustling below me. Leaning back in the seat, I watch as the city comes closer and closer before the plane jerks as we land. Pulling my phone out of the pocket in front of me, I turn it off Airplane Mode. The captain comes on the speaker. “Welcome to Dallas.” He continues to tell us what the local time is and all that stuff. The phone vibrates in my hand, and I see a text coming in from my cousin Christopher.

Christopher: What time do you land?

He sent the text about an hour ago.

Me: Just landed, on my way to the gate. You?

Christopher: An hour ago. When you said let’s surprise them together, you didn’t mention you would be arriving an hour after me.

I laugh at his message, shaking my head.

Me: I told you my flight number. It’s not my fault you didn’t look it up.

Christopher: You’re a dick.

Me: See you soon. I think it said gate 83, but I’m not sure. I could have misheard.

Christopher: I’ll meet you at baggage claim. I’m the one holding up the Welcome Back from Prison sign.

I’m about to answer him when the ping for the seat belt light turning off sounds, and everyone stands. I get out of my seat and turn to open the overhead bin to grab my black duffel bag, waiting for the door to be opened. The phone vibrates in my hand again, and this time when I look down, I see it’s my sister, Zoey. She’s named after my aunt Zoe, but my parents added a Y. When she was young, everyone used to call her Zoey with a Y, so that’s how she’s stored in my phone.

Zoey with a Y: Remind me never to travel with Mom and Dad again.

Me: Why?

Zoey with a Y: I caught them making out when I went to the bathroom. It looked like he was going to jump her. I threw up a little in my mouth.

Me: He always looks like he’s going to jump her.

Zoey with a Y: You aren’t helping. I need to pour tequila in my eyeballs.

I’m about to answer her when the sound of the door opening makes me look up. The two people in front of me move to disembark the plane. “Thank you.” I nod at the two flight attendants who smile at me before walking out and feel the heat hit me right away. My white T-shirt sticks to my body as I make my way down the gray carpet toward the gate. As soon as I step into the terminal, an announcement is made about some flight as I look right to left and see the Baggage Claim sign.

Besides New York, I’ve been to this airport the most in the past couple of years. It’s probably because the family is spread out in two places: New York, where I was born and raised. My uncle Matthew played for New York and then became the GM. His first big deal was acquiring my father from Dallas. The deal was easy, especially for my father, who fell in love with my mother, Uncle Matthew’s younger sister. Their love story is one for the books, really. I’m reminded of it every single time I walk into our family home because it’s framed on the wall in the middle with our family pictures around it. They didn’t meet in the conventional way people meet. Nope, not with my mother. My mother decided to tweet him to crash her ex’s wedding, following up with hashtags that will forever be ingrained in my brain; #myexhasapencildick was my favorite.

He was traded to New York, and that’s where he retired. I lived there until I was sixteen years old, when I was drafted to the Ontario Hockey League. Moving from my home to Canada was definitely something I wanted but actually having it happen, and then being away from them, was a tough time. I want to say it didn’t show on the ice, but I would also be lying. My game suffered, but not that much. The scouts still noticed me, but that had to do with my name and the dynasty surrounding it. Not only was my father top dog but it also didn’t hurt that my grandfather was the best thing that happened to the sport. He held all the top records—well, most of them. My cousin Dylan was giving him a run for his money. Needless to say, I finally got my groove back the year after, and I was drafted to Las Vegas. I opted to go back to school instead of going straight to the NHL. I attended the camp, and even though they were ready for me, I wasn’t ready. Luckily, I had everyone’s support until the year later when they traded me to Nashville. It was the name of the game. I’ve seen a couple of family members being traded over the years, so I knew it was always a possibility. I’ve been with Nashville for the past six years, and I have two more years left on my contract.

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