Teagan Hunter

When I put up a ROOMMATE WANTED poster, he was the last person on earth I thought would respond. He was also the last person on earth I'd agree to let live with me...on purpose. But, here we are⁠—roommates. I'm certain we can coexist without it being awkward, and I'm determined to make it work. There will be no sexual tension building with each accidental touch, no flutters when he wears that stupid backward baseball cap, and definitely no flirting when we text back and forth. Caleb Mills can't be the guy for me. He's my best friend's ex-boyfriend. And that would be wrong...right?

It was just supposed to be one night. No kissing. No feelings. A wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am tangle in the sheets and we go our own ways. Only it’s a small town, and I was bound to run into the irresistible Porter Jones again. I just didn’t expect it to be at my job interview…which he’s conducting. Now the live-in nanny to his adorable seven-year-old daughter, I’m doing my best to avoid falling for his charms. Except it’s much harder than either of us anticipated. What’s a few romps between friends? No kissing. No feelings. Just fun. Sounds simple, right? Right…

Jonas Schwartz isn’t just good at playing football. He’s also good at playing hearts, and four years ago, he played mine like it was the easiest game of his life. Brokenhearted, I ran off to art school, swearing to forget about my one-off secret weekend with the star quarterback. I’d heard whispers about his injury, but I never expected Jonas to return to our hometown to rehab his knee, and I certainly never thought he’d show up on the other side of my door with a pizza in hand. He looks good. Better than before. Whatever—I’m over him. I’ve completely moved on. I just wish my heart would get the memo… This novella was previously included in the Team Player 2 Anthology.

Most people would probably be embarrassed to land themselves back in their hometown and working at a pizzeria after an ugly divorce. Not me. It’s home, and I have one last shot to make Wren Daniels see me as more than just her brother’s best friend. When the opportunity to show her what’s been right in front of her this whole time presents itself, I take it, holding nothing back this time. Wren thinks we’re pretending, but there’s nothing fake about the way I feel. After all, she’s always had…a pizza my heart.

I hate Drew Woods, and she hates me. Even so, I'm not the cold jerk most make me out to be, and I have no problem moving the single mom and her baby into my home. I do, however, draw a line when it comes to acting on the way her loose lips make me feel. Alive. She's too mouthy, too prying, and her curves are way too distracting. I might have lost my way after a nearly fatal car accident, but I'm not stupid. Giving in to Drew would be a short-lived fix for this pain I'm saddled with, and I knead something permanent. I'd be insane to think what we have could be anything other than temporary...right?

The first time I saw Carsen Wheatley, I flipped him off.The second time, I kneed him in the balls.The third? I kissed him.Why? Because Carsen needed it.Angry and full of hate, Carsen is a lost soul, searching. Since the death of his mother, he's cold and isolated, needing someone to fill the gap she left wide open, someone to kiss the anger from his soul.That's where I come in.I'm restless, on the search for a new adventure, something to make me feel...well, anything. I'm certain I'll find a permanent fix soon, but in the meantime, I have this summer job and Carsen to keep me going.But the summer is only temporary, and so is the fix.We are imperfect.We are mismatched.We are the stars.

A wrong number is supposed to be just that—a wrong number. Delete. Done. Do not continue to text. Do not flirt. A wrong number shouldn't be the first person on your mind in the morning, or the last at night...and you're definitely not supposed to talk them into buying a baby goat. Because that would be weird. When Zach Hastings and I get into a wrong-number mix-up, we don't follow the rules. We keep texting and flirting, because he's wicked funny and perfectly nerdy and a wonderful distraction. I'm not looking for love, and Zach definitely had the wrong number. But maybe... Maybe he's the right guy.

Dating is hard. Dating in a small town? Impossible. Leave it to my little brother to come back home announcing he knocked up his fiancée and the wedding has been moved…to next month. When he tries to set me up with one of his football buddies, I tell him I’ll be bringing my own plus-one. Only problem? I’m hopelessly single. Enter Sullivan Scott, AKA my hero. We strike a deal: he’ll pretend to be my boyfriend, and I’ll use my mechanic skills to help him fix his boat. That’s it. No funny business, and definitely no feelings involved. Sully’s quiet and reserved, and I’ve been told I’m too much to handle on a good day. We’re opposites, and neither of us is looking for anything serious. I’m certain we can keep this strictly platonic…

I love you, he said. Forever, he said. Turns out, he lied. When he leaves me high and dry after a cross-country move, I push him out of my life as much as I can, which is hard to do when the guy who broke your heart also happens to be the most famous dude in town. After a disastrous year, he's aiming to rehab his reputation, and I just so happen to be aiming for a promotion at the paper. So, we strike a deal, and it's a win-win all around. Besides, what's the harm in a few dates to charity galas anyway? He's arrogant, a total jerk. There's no way I'll fall for him...again. I used to love him. Now I hate him...I think.

"Hi Monty. Wanna see my python?" That's how I ended up in the bathroom of some dive bar with a stranger. Me, Monty Andrews, the quintessential virgin girl next door. I was so out of my element, but there was no denying our explosive attraction, even via text. Commence Operation Bang Each Other Out of Our Systems, because that was all it was⁠—unfinished business. I had no intention of falling back into the sheets with the tattooed, muscly, dirty-in-the-best-kind-of-way single dad over and over again...but I did. Everything was going great—until we discovered I was his son's teacher.

Falling in love with a guy like this is easy. Finally meeting him is a different story in a funny, flirty, and emotional romantic comedy about celebrity, secrets, and plus-sized dreams. Olive O’Brien is a plus-size influencer with half a million followers and big dreams. And she’s feeling the pressure to stand out while staying true to herself. To cope, Olive finds solace in an unexpected the DMs of Jasper Rafferty, the world’s hottest movie star, where she feels safe to share her hopes, fears, and secrets because it’s not like he’ll read them. Until he does. Kind of. Career-wise, Jasper’s younger brother, Jude, is in free fall. After an interview gone wrong, Jude now has the thankless job of managing his brother’s social media accounts to help reboot his own image. Olive’s messages are unexpected, and her wit and vulnerability catch his interest. How can “Jasper” not respond? And how long can Jude keep up the ruse? As the DMs get flirtier and more personal, the bigger question is what’ll happen when Olive finds out she’s fallen for a fraud. It might not be what either of them expects.

I’m having the definition of a bad year. Game Six loss costing my team the Cup? Check. Getting arrested and ruining my image? Check. Almost getting run over after my car breaks down? Oh, look—a hat trick. My contract is up with the Carolina Comets this year, and I need to get it together if I want to stay with the team. I need relaxation, not a relationship. But when I’m scrolling on a dating app and stumble across the pretty girl who almost ran me over, I know I can’t let her walk away this time. Harper is funny, smart, and doesn’t care about hockey. I’m not supposed to be focusing on anything other than my career, yet I can’t get Harper off my mind. I know I shouldn’t fall for her…but I think I already have. PUCK SHY is a standalone hockey romantic comedy. It's good, low angst fun with some hot hockey players.

I have two goals this season: 1. Stay single. 2. Get Rory Sinclair to admit she doesn’t completely hate me. When I find a stray dog roaming the streets of Seattle, the last place I expect to end up is in the office of a grumpy veterinarian—the one woman who can resist my charm. Twin to my teammate’s girlfriend, Rory is full of fire, but I’m not afraid of her flame. It doesn’t take long for me to realize that the more time we spend together, the more I want it to last. But no matter how hard I try, Rory only sees me as a playboy, refusing to take me seriously. One weekend trip to a cabin later, I think I have my in…but only if I can get her to admit her feelings toward me aren’t all bad. Only one of us will win this face-off, and I intend for it to be me. FACE OFF is a standalone hockey romance novel. It has a golden retriever hockey player, a grumpy veterinarian who is unamused by him, rowdy teammates, absurd text conversations, the perfect amount of steam, and a happy ending.

I have two goals this 1. Be named captain of the Seattle Serpents. 2. Stay single. I’m right on track…until she happens. Auden Sinclair. We’re stuck together for a night when our plane is forced to make an emergency landing, and that’s all the promise we make—one night, then we go our separate ways. Except she pops up again. Then again. Suddenly, she’s everywhere. In my head and in my bed, completely taking over my life and ruining all my plans with her quippy comebacks, her smarts, and a body that fits against mine just perfectly. The problem? Auden is off limits. Forbidden. Strictly in the DO NOT TOUCH zone. She goes against all the rules, but never have I wanted to bend them as badly as I do when it comes to her. This might be one battle I’m not going to win… BODY CHECK is a standalone hockey romance novel. It contains a one-night stand, a billionaire heroine, a hot hockey player, obnoxious yet loveable teammates, goofy text threads, wit, plenty of steam, and a happy ending. This book does reference the death of a parent off the page.

**Special Edition Paperback - Inlcudes Bonus Epilogue** To my fans, I’m known as Ivan Fitzgerald. To my teammates, I’m just Fitz. And to the girl I’ve been talking to online, I’m ShootsAndScores. There’s no doubt in my mind that the woman on the other side of the screen is completely out of my league. Why wouldn’t she be? Sure, I’m a professional hockey player, but that doesn’t mean anything when I’m shy and awkward in the most basic social situations and she’s a fiery vixen who oozes sex appeal. No matter how badly I want her, I can’t have her. Because the woman I love watching so much? The one I might be slowly falling for? She’s not just some stranger on the internet. It’s Rosie, the woman who serves me coffee and donuts every morning. And she has no clue it’s me. NEUTRAL ZONE is a standalone sports romance novel. It features a hot, toothless hockey player, a curvy woman who is confident in her body, lots of fun banter, and STEAM!

I’ve been told I’m the grumpiest goalie in the league, and that may be the case, but who cares when I’m also killing it this season? The Carolina Comets are currently on a record-breaking run, and I intend to keep it that way. This means the last thing I need is distractions, but my mother didn’t get that memo. She’s getting married, and after the fiasco I caused at her last wedding, I’m required to bring a date. That would be easy, except for one little thing: I don’t date. So why is the only person I want to take a single mom who can’t stand me? We’re a horrible match, and it makes no sense that I’d be into her. But the more time we spend together, the more it’s starting to look like this might be one game I can’t win. GLOVE SAVE is a standalone hockey romcom. There's a grumpy goalie who likes to argue with a ten-year-old, a single mom, lots of fun banter, and STEAM galore!

What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there. I would know. I’m coming home with a brand-new ring on my finger. My wife? Ryan Bell. We’re polar opposites. She’s sunshine and happiness. I’m grumpy and scarred—literally. We could get it annulled and no one would be the wiser. Only problem? We posted about it online, and it’s already making headlines. I can’t afford to get that kind of attention and tank my career, and Ryan needs my help too. We make a plan: stay married for one year, play our roles, and divorce amicably at the end. No harm, no foul. Besides, there’s no way the beauty is going to fall for the beast…

Scoring on the ice? Piece of cake. Scoring off it? Well, there’s a reason I’m still a virgin. I’m not entirely clueless with women, though I do tend to put my foot in my mouth around them far too often. Like I did with Scout, the donut maker I stupidly introduced myself to despite visiting her truck for years. Maybe my teammates have a reason to call me the dumb one, but I’m determined to prove them all wrong—Scout included. I want to be her friend. Want her to see the real me. What I’m not expecting is to like her so much when we start spending time together…or want to kiss her so badly. I’m the jock, and she’s the bookworm. On paper, we make no sense together. But maybe I have a scoring chance with her after all. SCORING CHANCE is a standalone hockey romantic comedy. There's a virgin hero, a secret crush, wit, steam, and a whole lot of fun!

I should stay away. Emilia Anderson is the team’s social media manager, and there are strict rules about not fraternizing with the staff. It doesn’t matter that we already accidentally broke them—we can’t let it happen again. Besides, my time in the NHL is winding down, and this is my last shot at winning the Cup. I need to focus on the game, not some girl I have no business chasing. She’s ten years younger than me. She’s the assistant coach’s niece. And she works for the team. She’s off-limits…and too hard to resist. I know better than to play this game... But it looks like I’m heading to the sin bin.