Hockey Hotties

***Now a USA Today Bestseller*** Fake. Being the heir to Jacobs Enterprises, I've been around fake people my entire life. I promised myself a long time ago that I wouldn't change for anyone. Which is the only reason I'm a professional hockey player who lives on the beach and does as he pleases without answering to anyone-except my father. And now, my daughter. Being a single dad wasn't in the plan but after a one-night stand who took off after the baby was born, this is my reality. My dad's been harping on me to quit hockey and join the company for years and now that I'm a father, he's only intensified his efforts. Until he makes me a deal I can't refuse. Insert Lena Boyd, the Jacobs' family PR rep. She's beautiful and intelligent and not at all the woman for me-ask anyone. My dad needs us to act happily engaged and sell the idea that we're in love. If we're successful I won't have to join the family legacy-ever. Of course, I agree. That's when things get complicated. I thought I had her all figured out until I found out there was more underneath her judgmental sneers and eye rolls. It feels like everything is coming together for the future I really want-with Lena-until my past ruins everything.

It's Ford and Lena's destination wedding and every professional hockey player joining them for the big day are ready to let loose. But between vacation hook-ups, one player falling into bed with the boss and a surprise guest at the resort, there's more action-and complications-than any of them could have predicted. Note to Readers: This story first appeared in the charitable anthology, Color Theory. It has been rewritten and expanded since its inclusion. This is a companion piece to the Hockey Hotties series but does not have to be read to enjoy any of the books in that series.

I have a reputation for being tight-lipped. You learn quick when you become a professional hockey player to be guarded with the media, so I've worked hard to cover up the mistakes of my youth. But when I'm traded to the Florida Fury, where my ex–best friend is the starting right wing, I'm forced to confront my past. Ford and I have a lot of history, especially when it comes to his little sister, Imogen. My heart still lurches in my chest when I see her. My hands want to reach out and touch her. My mouth wants to keep apologizing. She's the only woman who ever made me want more. But she's also the one who fell victim to my most regrettable decision. I'm not a believer in fate, but I must be back in her world for a reason. I've fought for everything I've gotten and I'm not backing down from what I know will be the best thing in my life.

My mom always said you don't get a second shot at making a first impression. I've remembered that my entire career. Especially since I'm one of the few black men who play professional hockey. I'm calculated and respectful in the way I speak to my coaches, the owners, and the media. I've never taken a risk… until her. I could blame it on the fact that for once I pushed away the pressure of my career for the ocean waves, the sand, and good times with my new teammates. But those are excuses because the minute I saw her at the airport, something lit up inside me and the best week of my life was spent with her in my bed. After our week in paradise, we said goodbye, exchanged phone numbers and both assumed that unless one of us was flying through the other's city on the opposite side of the country, our vacation fling was over. Then one night after practice I see her. She's here. In my city. Telling me she moved here for a job. If that's not fate tell me what is. I've never wanted a second shot more than I do this time, but she's determined to leave what we were on the island we left behind.

The last thing any professional hockey player wants is to be the old man in the game. The guy who doesn't know when it's time to retire. Still, I can't bear the thought of leaving the game. This past year I've reflected on all my regrets, and I told myself that once I retire it'll be the time to find the right woman. But this is where it gets tricky. I think I've found her-although she'll deny our connection to anyone who asks. We've been sleeping together casually and since I'm still playing hockey, I've let her get what she wants-me-whenever she wants. After being told my career as a player is over, the owner of Florida Fury grants me a shot to stay in the game. A coaching position I didn't know I wanted until it was offered. The catch? He's also passing the family business down to his daughter. Who's his daughter? The woman who's been in and out of my bed for the past year. Which means the woman I intend to make mine is now my new boss.