Aston Archers Hockey

Falling for my brother's best friend was not on my to-do list . . . But neither was kissing him the night before he was traded to a team across the country. Clearly, I didn't think things through and I spent the past decade trying to bury the memory of him. He left and I had no choice but to move on after he seemingly forgot about me. I dove headfirst into my career and after a failed relationship left me a single mom, I had no time for any other distractions that came my way. But when Lincoln Matthews walks back into my life, my carefully constructed walls begin to crumble. He's my new roommate and no matter how hard I try to resist, old feelings resurface with a force I can't ignore. Lincoln has never been one to get involved and he doesn't do long-term commitments, unless it's committing to a new hockey team. But something about him is different now. He's everywhere I turn, everywhere I go, and just when I think I've managed to escape his orbit, he's there, pushing me to give him a chance to prove not all guys are like my ex. But am I ready to let him back in . . . or is it already too late to stop falling for him all over again? Contains mature themes.

Falling for my best friend's brother was not a part of my plan . . . especially while I was pregnant with someone else's child. In my defense, I got pregnant by a guy who wants absolutely nothing to do with me or the baby. And, just when I thought things couldn't get worse, I find out that my health insurance covers nothing for maternity care. Being in this alone is scary enough, but trying to figure out how I'm going to pay for my medical care? That's a whole new level of terrifying. When Nash Simmons-my best friend's brother, and Aston Archers star hockey player-finds out, he steps in to save me from a financial disaster with an offer I can't possibly refuse. His proposal: I marry him for his insurance and we get it annulled after the baby is born. It seems like the perfect solution, but as our arrangement unfolds and we continue to grow closer, it becomes even harder to ignore the electricity sizzling between us. The lines between real and fake are starting to blur, and I can't help but wonder if there's room for my son and I in his future. Or am I only fooling myself by thinking this could ever be more than what it was supposed to be? Contains mature themes.