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They say time heals all wounds. They lie. Especially my brother's best friend, Zack. Because my brother is dead, and that's a wound that will never heal. I'm dealing the best I can, numbing my pain with alcohol and sex of the random variety. Until Zack literally runs into me on Boathouse Row in Philadelphia and takes matters into his own hands. He intervenes in my life and offers a new coping strategy: himself.

I'm a 21-year-old virgin, and I'm enamored with Lorenzo Barca. He's an arrogant, unapologetic, sexy-as-sin, Italian race-car driver who always gets what he wants. And he wants me underneath him. Or, at the very least, in the passenger seat of his Maserati. Unrelenting, Lorenzo crushes my excuses to remain detached from everything he makes me feel. Instead, I fall in love - in a passionate, intense, bold kind of way. Lorenzo ruins it by discovering a secret that leads us down a dark, twisted, and dangerous path.

There's only one woman I truly care about: my daughter. Until Maisy Stratford flounces into the front office of the Tennessee Thunderbolts with a heartfelt smile and a tray of baked goods. As the Bolts' newest hire, Maisy is optimistic, enthusiastic, and a goddess at manifestation. Everything I'm not. Known as Brawler, I'm a gruff, quiet, rough-around-the-edges, NHL defenseman. I haven't dated in decades. I've never been married and my daughter's a twenty-one-year-old mischief maker. I don't know how to talk about feelings or place my trust in the hands of a woman.

Boston Hawks owner Scott Reland is my father’s biggest rival and the last man who should catch my eye. But when he does, I don’t look away. We’ve circled each other for years, two outliers in a small club of NHL owners. We know the rules, manage similar pressures, and understand that this lifestyle—hockey over everything—isn’t for everyone. Which is why I want out. To prove to my father that I have a future beyond the New York Sharks, I score one for me and open a bakery in Boston, the city that reveres Scott.

There's only one thing harder than sharing office space with Finn Anderson: keeping my mind off him. Weeks ago, he kissed me senseless and walked away. But my best friend's cousin is back—and worse? He's one of the only people I know in Edinburgh. With his seductive Scottish accent and alluring blue eyes, one look from Finn sets my heart racing. Exchanging playful quips at office happy hours and smoldering glances through conference room doors proves that our chemistry is undeniable. Our connection, irrefutable.