Situation Sports Rom Com

Abel A knock at my door reveals a very pregnant woman. Good news: I'm not the father of her baby. Bad news: I am the father of the baby her sister is carrying. I'm the bad boy, rock star, playboy ice hockey star. I collect paychecks and shell out broken hearts. Now I'm collecting the storm of pregnancy hormones and shelling out foot rubs. How am I supposed to go from the hottest bachelor in the world… to being called 'Dad'? Wren Thanks to fate – and a potential bear attack – I end up pregnant by an ice hockey player. But what am I supposed to do? Just show up and knock on the rich star athlete's luxury apartment door, then caress my pregnant belly? Well, that's exactly what I should do. Only my sister decides to get involved. Next thing I know I'm spending more time with Abel than I ever dreamed of. There's no way a guy like him would really want me. Something has to go wrong here. Then one day I see a text message not meant for me and it all suddenly makes sense. But at least I know what Abel's end game is now.

Remi So I woke up married today. For some that's not a big deal. For me…I have no idea who the woman is. Don't get me wrong- her killer curves, big smile, and way-to-eager-to-be-married-to-me attitude is kind of attractive. But this isn't me. I'm the guy on the team who makes sure this kind of crap doesn't happen. There's one choice: end the marriage. Pronto. I'm going under the knife for shoulder surgery and my plan is to wake up with a new shoulder and be a single man. I couldn't be any more wrong if I tried… Mari It's the same cliché thing I've heard for years: "why can't you be more like your sister?" So on my sister's wedding night I just so happen to meet the tallest, biggest, strong man ever. He's the best man at a different wedding. I'm not sure if sparks were flying, but the drinks were flowing, and we ended up getting married. I already know it's coming when he says we need to end the marriage. Of course that's the logical thing to do. We're strangers. We have separate lives. It was an emotional decision by both of us. All I have to do is sign the papers and move on. Right? Well… What kind of wife would I be if I wasn't there when my husband wakes up from his shoulder surgery? What kind of wife would I be if I wasn't there for him as he went through his physical rehab so he could get back on the ice as the sexy grumpy hockey player that he's rumored to be? Yeah, he might be a little mad at me now. But those feelings will pass. As far as actually falling in love? Let's just say...Remi knows what do with his big stick: on and off the ice.

Maverick Yeah, so I found my girlfriend in bed with another man. It happens, even to famous star athletes like me. I'm not the kind of guy that lets that stuff bring him down. What do I do? Rebound. Simple. That's how I meet Grace: Stunning, funny, wild in bed, and she enjoys the 'no strings attached' kind of thing. It's almost too good to be true. That's when I find out it really is… First of all - Grace isn't even her name. Second of all - she's my new boss's daughter. Third of all - if her father finds out, I'll get traded in a heartbeat. Fourth of all - I can't get enough of her (in bed, of course). Madison (formerly known as Grace) The fake name thing has always been my gig. I try to keep my life simple both in and outside of the bedroom. I do have a rule about hooking up with hockey players, though: don't ever do it. Of course I break that rule with the hottest hockey player I've ever met. Thanks to my father being the new GM of the Apple Cats, I'm hired as the official photographer for the team. And you'll never guess who I see on my first day on the job… Now I'm taking pictures of the guy I'm not supposed to be hooking up with. Even with my little lie exposed, Maverick can't keep his hands off me, and I can't get seem to get away from him either. All we need to do is keep this little fling cool and quiet, which we both know is probably impossible. What I definitely don't expect? To have feelings. So when things come crashing down, my heart is icier than a hockey rink. Ouch.