Stalker Sportsmen

Enjoy this steamy sports romance series starter by USA Today Bestselling romance author Emma Bray… He's the one thing she can't seem to avoid-and the last thing she wants to fall for. Parker I'm the right wing, the team's star forward, and hockey is my life. My blood pumps for the game, and my career is everything. Until I see her. One look, and my entire world shifts. She's untouchable, unattainable-and absolutely f***ing mine. Ice-blue eyes that freeze me in place, a mouth made for driving me insane, and a glare that tells me I'm skating on thin ice. But I don't care. She's the coach's daughter, off-limits and uninterested in my world. Not a problem. I don't follow rules. I break them. And if it takes stalking her, wooing her, or burning my career to the ground, I'll make her see that she belongs to me. No one else. Peyton Hockey? I hate it. Always have, always will. I grew up in the rink, watching the sport tear families apart and turn men into selfish, puck-chasing idiots. I made a vow long ago: I'll never, ever fall for a hockey player. And then Parker Jones happens. He's got a body carved from steel, smoldering dark eyes, and a smirk that screams trouble. He's relentless, determined to melt my resolve, and I hate that it's working. I know better. But Parker's not just good on the ice-he's playing my heart like a pro, and for the first time, I don't think I can block the shot. Brace yourself for an over-the-top, possessive hockey player who's absolutely obsessed with his innocent, sassy heroine-and he's willing to do whatever it takes to claim her, even if it means shattering every rule and turning her world upside down.

Jax Penny Fox doesn't know it yet, but she's mine. She's been mine since the moment our eyes locked across the hall in high school. While she kept her head buried in books, I kept my distance, hiding in the shadows. Waiting. Watching. She has no idea how much of her life I've memorized. Every laugh, every sigh, every tear-it's all burned into my brain. I followed her to college. She's my obsession, my purpose. I was going to take my time, ease her into the idea that she belongs to me. But then she showed up at a frat party wearing some tiny little dress, trying to be someone she's not, and every single plan I had went up in smoke. She thinks she's reinventing herself? No. She doesn't need to. She just needs me. Penny doesn't know it yet, but tonight is the last night she's walking around pretending she's single. I've waited long enough. She's mine-and I'll do whatever it takes to make her realize it. Penny I'm not that girl anymore. At least, not the girl I used to be-the quiet, shy one who always sat in the back of the class, never spoke up, never stood out. College is for trying new things, right? So I'm stepping out of my comfort zone. Reinventing myself. But I should have known I'd get in way over my head. Jax is over-the-top obsessed with Penny, and he's going to do whatever it takes to protect her. If insanely jealous, possessive alpha males are your jam, you're going to love this one.

He's the one thing she can't seem to avoid-and the last thing she wants to fall for. Trey Cindy Crews is everything I never knew I needed. Winning the championship used to be my only focus, but the second I lock eyes with her-those pretty golden eyes shining with fire and sass-I see everything I didn't even know I was missing. My future. My forever. But Cindy? She's a feisty little spitfire who's determined to keep me at arm's length. I see the way she feels it, though-that electric pull snapping between us like a live wire. She can deny it all she wants, but I'm not the kind of man who backs down. Not in life. Not on the court. And definitely not when it comes to her. Her walls are high. Thick. Impenetrable, she probably thinks. But she doesn't know who she's dealing with. I'll bulldoze my way through every single one of her defenses if it means claiming her. Because Cindy Crews is mine. This isn't just a game-it's the fight of my life. And I don't lose. Not ever. Cindy The moment I laid eyes on Trey Carter, I knew I was in trouble. He's all cocky smiles and raw determination, a star athlete with a body built for sin and an ego to match. He's the kind of man who decides what he wants and doesn't stop until it's his. And somehow, he's decided that I'm what he wants. I can feel the sparks flying every time he gets too close, every time his deep, gravelly voice says my name like it belongs to him. My stupid heart flutters, my knees go weak-but I can't let him win. Guys like Trey don't go for girls like me. Not really. But Trey doesn't seem to care about my logic. Or my walls. He just keeps coming, pushing, insisting that I'm his, no matter how hard I try to push him away. Trey Carter might be used to winning, but I'm not a game he can play.

He's the one thing she can't seem to avoid-and the last thing she wants to fall for. Gavin Baseball is my whole damn life. It's the air in my lungs, the blood in my veins, the only thing standing between me and turning into the loser my father was. That's why I don't mess around with women. No distractions. No weaknesses. But then I see her. Brandy Lancaster. Midnight-blue eyes, curves that could bring a man to his knees, and hair so dark it looks like sin. The second she glances at me, I'm done. A goner. Hooked. She's sweet, shy, and so damn pretty, I feel like a caveman about to drag her off by her hair. I don't care if I've got a championship to win or a reputation to protect-I'll burn it all down for Brandy. She's mine. She just doesn't know it yet. But she will. Because I'm obsessed, and nothing-not her wide-eyed protests or the walls I've built around myself-is going to stop me from making her my wife. Brandy I've got my little pet shop to run, and that's all I need. It's cozy, predictable, safe. I keep my head down, my heart locked up, and my world small. It works. Until him. Gavin Stone. Star pitcher. A man so massive, so devastatingly gorgeous, he doesn't walk-he prowls. That jawline could cut diamonds, and the way his broad shoulders fill out a plain T-shirt? Sinful. But it's his eyes that undo me. Dark, hungry, locked on me like he's already decided I belong to him. I freeze the moment our eyes meet, caught like prey in the sights of a predator. The world shrinks to just us, and suddenly, I'm not safe anymore. Because the way he looks at me? It's like he already owns me. Like I'm his obsession. This baseball player plays to win, and the prize he's after? His obsession.