"You have chlamydia." Three words no man wants to hear.I've always been liberal with my appreciation of the female form, a firm believer in the 'try before you buy' principle, but living life to the fullest obviously didn't end well for me considering the unexpected—and very unwelcome—consequence of my free and easy past.After living through the horrendous experience that was informing my recent sexual partners of my acquired 'condition,’ I made a vow to myself – and a bet with my best friend—that the next woman I sleep with will be the ‘one.’What I will learn is that even when something happens and the games come to an end, there's always the chance of something—or someone—crashing in and changing everything.So this is my story. It may start with a venereal disease, but I promise you, I’m determined to get my happy ending.**Formerly Game Ender**

It was supposed to be my year, but then he made a bet that I couldn’t refuse…A star senior on the Tiff U volleyball team, it’s been my goal to come back strong after an injury that nearly took me out of the game. But I’m Laney freaking Price, and I’m taking my shot to make it on the new pro women’s team, despite the lack of support from my father.The problem? Cutter McCreary. He is the Captain of the Tiff U hockey team, all-around loveable guy, and a total player. And did I mention a complete thorn in my side since freshman year? Yeah…that guy. His charms don’t tempt me. Until…a mix up with our housing situation forces us into a bit of a predicament. We were both promised a room. The same room.His proposal? A bet. We split the room in half—for now. Whoever falls in love with the other first has to move out. The winner gets to stay. But when strategic glances turn into late night talks, and fake kisses start to feel real, I’m finding myself without a game plan. And winning suddenly doesn’t feel like the only thing that matters.

I didn’t plan on wanting her.She’s everything I’m not—soft where I’m sharp, steady where I’m ruthless, quietly brave.She looks at me like I’m more than the weight of a legacy I never asked to carry.Like I’m a man who deserves to be wanted, not just needed.The problem?My family’s reputation needs a spotless, picture-perfect fiancée.I agree to the lie—on my terms.One woman. One contract. One lie.But now?I don’t just want her in front of the cameras.I want her in my bed when the world finally leaves me alone.I should have known it never would.When the spotlight turns on her and the fallout lands at her feet, I realize the truth too late— this lie of ours has teeth.And the only person bleeding is the one woman who trusted me with her heart.I was raised to protect a name.To choose legacy over desire.To never let emotion make my decisions.But the moment I have to choose between my world and her…I already know which one I’ll burn down.Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

BrianHere’s the deal. My baby sister’s off living her fairytale honeymoon, and one of my best friends ditched his responsibilities to chase after true love. So now, the reins of a multi-billion-dollar company are in my hands.Believe me, the last thing shareholders want is a guy at the helm who’s had a run-in with the law for indecent exposure.Meanwhile, I've made Manhattan's Top 10 most eligible bachelor list. And despite my talent for juggling women like I’m the main act at Cirque de Soleil, even I have my limits.I am not just a piece of meat. I mean, I am a piece of meat—a big, savory, twenty-ounce piece of meat. But I’m not only a piece of meat.And I'm absolutely not some trophy who enjoys being pinched, photo-bombed, objectified, or used to boost the accounts of crazed Insta-stalkers worldwide. And whoever swiped my watch, I’m dead serious—I need it back. (It was a birthday gift from my little sister, and if she catches wind that it's missing, she’ll go absolutely ape. Trust me, no one wants that.)Anyway, I’m over it. I need a break. An escape from the media circus and some serious, uninterrupted me-time. To get that, I need a woman I can trust—someone who understands the sanctity of personal space. I’m talking a 90-day fiancée setup where she’s got her life, and I’ve got mine.After all, this is just a business arrangement, nothing more. Lucky for me, I know the perfect girl.Sweet Juliana Spenser.Jules to her family and friends. Ms. Spenser to me.Fortunately, she's currently unattached, a proud introvert, believes social media is the devil, and happens to be the baby sister of a man I served with, and—insert heavy sigh—she hates me. As a matter of fact, she hates me a lot.JulesIn this life, there are three things I hold dear: my family, my books, and my precious privacy. Years ago, someone made a fool of me. And just because that someone is richer than Midas and smoking hot doesn’t mean it’s all water under the bridge.He’s also arrogant, immature, tackles womanizing like an extreme sport, and is a colossal capital D. So, as far as I’m concerned, he can suck it, because even if he came crawling back on all fours, begging for my forgiveness, it’ll be a sub-zero day in hell before that happens.But now, that very someone just did something unexpected…He got down on one knee...And proposed.Knottedis a steamy contemporary romance and can be read as a stand-alone in the Boys of Bishop Mountain series.

Briar I have a problem. I've attracted a psycho stalker. And there’s only one man who can scare him off. Rhett. Too bad he hates me. Not that I blame him. Years of ghosting him, after our unforgettable one-nighters is bound to bruise a guy’s ego. Especially a guy like Rhett, who can have any woman he wants. But we have a lot of history, and he is my brother’s best friend. So, I have no choice but to ask him for a favor, and hope it doesn’t cost me the one thing I refuse to give up… my heart.RhettI've sworn off one woman. Briar. That woman is my crack. One hit and I can’t get enough. So when she comes to me all sexed up in a dress that should come with a warning label, I turn a blind eye. Only one little problem. I'm not blind. Or half-dead. And that’s what it would take for me to resist this girl. But can I help her, for the sake of my best friend, without sacrificing my pride, my sanity… and my heart?

He's obsessed. She's annoyed. And as the chemistry heats up between them, so do the threats. Jordan “Bougie” Boucher has a reputation – one he didn’t earn. The star NHL defenseman plays the part of a rich young playboy who doesn’t take anything seriously, and he lets everyone believe it—because it’s easier than explaining the truth. Thinking his love life was cursed, he’d almost given up on finding something real. Until Kennedy Kramer stepped onto the team plane. The gleam from her pilot wings caught his eye and lit up something inside he thought he’d never find again—the light at the end of the tunnel. Her.The only problem? She wants nothing to do with him. Kennedy Kramer, the Milwaukee Steel Riders’ no-nonsense pilot, has zero patience for the antics of Jordan Boucher. To her, he is exactly what the media says he is—an arrogant, spoiled, entitled rich boy. She’s determined to ignore him…until an uncomfortable run-in with a co-worker forces her to agree to fake date him.What started as a convenient lie quickly spirals, especially when anonymous messages warn them to stay away from each other. But with his dream girl finally within reach, there’s no way Jordan is backing off. Not when she starts chipping away at the cracks in the mask he wears every day—and not when she surprises them both by wanting to know the man hiding underneath it.But just as the chemistry builds between them…so do the threats.Ice Deke is a laugh-out-loud hockey romance that will make you blush, swoon, and keep you on the edge of your seat.This book is perfect for fans of:Fake DatingAge Gap (she’s older)Spice Coaching (she coaches him)Rom ComNo Third Act BreakupHockey Player x Female PilotBlack cat x golden retrieverHe’s obsessed, she’s annoyed