Remington Royals

She was always meant to be mine. My status as one of the league's superstars means I can have any woman I want. Puck bunnies line up at the chance to score with a hockey player. There's just one problem . . . the only woman I want is off-limits. No woman can compare to Natalie Remington-at least not the perfect version of her I've created in my mind. Until I laid eyes on her, I didn't believe in love at first sight. One smile from her and I was a goner. Too bad for me, she's already taken-married to a prince. I tried to forget about her. Until . . . one day, she showed up on my doorstep, and everything changed. Now, my dream girl is within reach, and I'm getting a taste of what life at her side might look like. It's better than I ever imagined. The shadow cast by her toxic ex-husband is hard to shake, but I'm determined to show Natalie how she deserves to be loved. I've racked up a lot of accomplishments over the course of my career, but one goal trumps them all: scoring the princess.

I'm not like most women. I don't have fantasies of finding the perfect man and settling down to have two point five children. My job is my baby. My dream position is so close I can taste it, but the rug is pulled out from beneath me when I find out there's a catch: they want the role filled by someone who is married. Liam Remington is my best friend, Natalie's, brother-in-law with a hero complex. We've both been living with her for the past three years, helping to raise her four small children after she fled an abusive marriage. When Liam finds out about the conditions of my promotion, he comes to me with a proposal: we get married on paper. I get a fair shot at my dream job, and he gets his family off his back about finding a wife. Oh, and did I mention he's a prince? I agree; only because we've been roommates for so long, I know we can handle it long-term. What I wasn't counting on was the intimate touches, heated glances, and Liam's over-the-top protectiveness of me as we put on a show as man and wife for both my superiors and his family. I keep trying to convince myself that I'm just playing pretend with the prince. Why is it that playing pretend has never felt so real?

I love the way I hate her. Pushing Lucy Remington's buttons is my favorite pastime and has been since we were kids. Watching as her brilliant blue eyes darken in anger when I mockingly call her Princess-even though she is one-fills me with immense satisfaction. She's the last woman on Earth I would want to take as my wife, yet that's exactly what her grandfather-my King-asks of me. Babysitting Lucy for the rest of my life is worse than a nightmare, and she feels the same way, so you'd think it would be simple to turn down the request of our monarch. Wrong. Lucy is offered an escape from royal life to pursue her increasingly successful fashion career if she marries a man of her grandfather's choosing-me-so here I am. She loves fashion more than she hates me. Surprisingly, she discovers a loophole to get both her freedom and out of our arrangement. The only problem? It comes with my disgrace as being the one to go back on my word to our King. She's delusional if she thinks that's going to happen. I'm willing to bet I can break her before she breaks me. If she wants to play, then play we shall. Feuding with the fashion princess has never been more fun.