Slayers Hockey

This team hates me. Something about my chronic case of resting prick face and that thing with the captain when the season started. My fist, his jaw. Yeah, we go back, and not in a good way. Coach says no more "confrontational BS" or I don't play at all. And that's a hit my career in the NHL can't take. So the plan is simple. Keep my head down and finish out my contract with my fists checked. There's just one problem. Allie. The girl from Vancouver eight months ago. The one with the sexy, shy, and sinfully bold smile and the sweetest, wettest mouth I ever tasted. The girl who blew my mind and then blew out of my life without giving me her number. Turns out she's the captain's little sister. And even though my career depends on it...I can't stay away from her.

I should walk away, find some puck bunny to gleefully sit on my lap and tell me what a big, hot, hockey stud I am-totally true, BTW. But there's just something about this feisty redhead I can't let go. She's got an edge to her that's sexy as hell and a smart mouth that's been tying me up since the night I met her. She tells me to forget it, we're not happening. But she's not the kind of woman a guy ever forgets. Especially when the air starts to sizzle and pop every time we get within ten feet of each other. She's in my head and under my skin, and all I can think about is the way she looked at me that one time-like she already knew how it could be between us. I'm not the kind of guy a girl like her takes home...but maybe I want to be.

I care too much about Cammy Wesley to marry her...Yeah, I know what you're thinking. But hear me out. Cammy's my best friend-the one person I can't live without, the girl with the sunshine smile, the loaded fridge, and the most awesome kid I've ever met. She's also the hot AF single mom I've made it my mission to protect from guys like me. And I won't risk ruining our friendship by pushing for something more. I can't be her forever. I'm not that guy. I'm the good time, the class clown, the hockey stud. I'm the happy-for-now, not the happily-ever-after. I stay in my lane, but when Cammy's ex needs a lesson, the rash overprotective part of me jumps the boards and I go from best friend to fake boyfriend in the span of a kiss. And that's just the beginning-because when it comes to Cammy, there's nothing I won't do...even if it's guaranteed to wreck me.

Ten days. That's all I'm asking for. But not one of my NHL teammates is willing to cough up a sister, cousin, or trusted friend to play my fake girlfriend for this wedding. Pucking BS. Yeah, my mouth has been known to get me into places I don't belong. But this Class Five panty melter is on lockdown because the last thing I need is another complication. I'm about to give up when fate delivers the answer to my prayers. I'm not her type. She doesn't date jocks. All this sharp, sexy overachiever wants is a little fun, an escape from her career-driven life. It's a simple arrangement. So why am I complicating it?

There I was, working to get a rise out of my cranky little rule-following, fun-wrecking, soon-to-be ex-neighbor, when my one-night stand from last season shows up... in labor. Next thing I know, I'm a single-dad begging for a crash course in caring for this tiny miracle from the neighbor, who loves to hate me. It turns out Nora raised half her siblings. She knows things. And I know my son needs her. Unfortunately, she's not impressed by my NHL career, my legendary charm, or the rumors surrounding the size of my stick (all true btw). But, I'm not trying to impress her- not anymore- I can't. I'm asking her to help me out. My son deserves better than some player, who hasn't even had a chance to read the manual yet. And, that means no matter how hot I find her spitfire mouth and those rules she doesn't break, that Nora is off-limits.

It seems like a solid plan... - Get hitched, Vegas-style. - Lose each other's numbers, permanently. - Avoid pitfalls of real marriage forever. Until I sober up, and my wife is already gone. It's what we agreed to. But I don't like it. A year later, I find her. I have another solid plan to undo our mistake. Only now, I'm not so sure the cocktail napkin with our prenup can protect me from the one thing I swore I wouldn't do... fall in love.

Yeah, she's my buddy's little sister and every kind of off limits. She's frustrating, infuriating, chaos in motion. And she's my new roommate. There's no defense against this girl.

I'm Ben Boerboom, the NHL's favorite puck boy, and Lara's my slamming hot, former bestie. She's also the friend who got away and my dirty, dirty accomplice from those two insane weeks that weren't supposed to change anything...but did. I wanted it all. Would have wrapped my forever around her finger if she'd let me. But if making bad decisions is my special skill, Lara's is making good ones...like prioritizing her career goals and the kind of security she didn't have growing up. Hard pass on that kind of heartbreak again. So, cue the bunnies. Years of bunnies. Now Lara's back in my city. Temporarily. And thanks to a burst pipe and a miscommunication with my sister, she's living in my spare room. A lot has changed, but two things haven't: her goals and the way she sometimes believes my bad ideas are good...like crossing those lines I swore we wouldn't cross again. “Dirty Flirt” is a sexy friends-to lovers, second-chance-at-first-love hockey romance.

This bundle includes three books in the Slayers Hockey series. In the first book of the series, Dirty Secret, an NHL player has to keep his head down to avoid being benched for the season. But when he discovers he's fallen for the captain's little sister, trouble gets hard to avoid. In the second book, Dirty Hookup, a rough-around-the-edges hockey player finds himself falling for a feisty redhead. Can he convince her that he's boyfriend material before it's too late? In the third book, Dirty Rebound, Cammy Wesley's hockey-player best friend becomes her fake boyfriend. But when he wants more, he has to figure out if he can become the kind of guy who can commit to a happily-ever-after...