Melissa Ivers

Rule number one of hockey team ownership: don't sleep with the players. Growing up Oliver Benson's daughter, I've known this rule all my life. And when I unexpectedly inherit the Nashville Devils, his hockey team, all eyes are on me--waiting for me to fail. My eyes? They're on Lincoln Dallas, team captain and star right winger. Who could blame me? That body. Those eyes. The way he moves on and off the ice. And when he gives me even the slightest touch, I find myself giving in. But he's completely forbidden. Not only would dating destroy both our careers, but our history left a bruise on my heart, and I never want to make that mistake again. Especially when it would compromise everything I've worked for. He says he's willing to break the rules and risk it all. Am I? Forbidden Devil is a laugh-out-loud, steamy, second chance, forbidden romance with a dirty talking alpha hero that has it bad for his tight skirt wearing boss. This book is a stand-alone within a series and, as always, comes with a happy ending.

Pretending to be a hot hockey player’s girlfriend shouldn’t be a problem. Except when that player is my brother’s teammate, Foster Craig, with the body of a god and a British accent that melts the panties straight off my lady bits. Did I mention that I might have a teeny crush on him? But after a picture of an accidental kiss goes viral, he makes an offer I’d be hard pressed to refuse. A few dates in exchange for a lot of money. It seems harmless enough. And besides, I have a dead car, a baby to take care of, and a romance novel to write. I just have to remember--No. More. Hockey. Players. Especially one who scores more off the ice than on. Even if he comes to my rescue after my car breaks down. Or attempts to make me a cake for my birthday. Or dances with my two month old son when he thinks I’m not watching. I'm trying to resist him, but when he offers to help me test out "positions" for the novel I'm writing, things get a little… complicated. (And I’m not just talking about the Reverse Wheel Barrow with a Corkscrew Twist.) And I find myself breaking my rules one by one. If I take my heart out of the penalty box, am I going to end up being checked by yet another player?

Jules Nashton Wyatt is a cocky, arrogant playboy who lives to torture me. He’s been on my naughty list for years. He’s also my brother’s best friend. When they come back to town for Christmas, the last thing I expect is Nash to be an extra houseguest. Even more surprising, he’s nice. This new side of him has me more tangled than the Christmas lights. Is it Christmas spirit messing with my head or is there more to Nash than I thought? Nash Julia Rowe isn’t just my best friend’s little sister, she’s the love of my life. She’s also the only woman I’m not allowed to touch. Why? Because of a promise I made to her brother years ago. Not to mention, she hates me. Now, we’re under the same roof, and I’m not sure I can resist her. With Christmas right around the corner, can I show her I’ve changed? Or will I ruin my chances, destroy Christmas and lose my best friend? I may be in need of a Christmas miracle.

Holy mother-forking shirtballs. I shouldn’t know what my best friend’s trouser snake feels like. I shouldn’t but after waking up naked in his bed with IT pressed against me, I do. So, even though nothing happened between us, I promptly freak out. Silently, of course, because I don’t want to risk waking him up. And now I have a problem. For the past six years, I’ve been perfectly content looking the other way every time I see Hudson running across the football field in those tight pants or walking around our house shirtless, but now I’m noticing everything. Especially the way he looks in those jeans. And he’s not looking at me like someone who’s just a friend. So when he suggests one night of no strings fun to get it out of our systems, I’m powerless to say no. And then everything will go back to normal. Or at least that’s the plan.

The last thing I need is a wife. Especially if it’s one woman who can't stand me. I’m the bad boy of the NHL. The enforcer with a mean punch and bad attitude. The ladies don’t seem to mind and my stick is always ready to go. So, I have a few scandals. Who doesn’t? Everything was fine until she clicked into my life with her hot pink Barbie heels. After one too many tabloid exploits, my career is in jeopardy, and she demands I clean up my act. I can’t not say no. Even if I want to. The stakes are too great. Turns out I’m not so good at behaving and even drag Miss Perfect into the mud when we wake up naked, hungover, and wearing matching wedding bands. But it’s one problem I can fix with an easy annulment. That is, until the press and her parents come knocking on our door. Now, we have to pretend to like each other. Wouldn’t be too hard except I’m finding I like having her under my skin. When this fake marriage gets checked, can I convince my wife I’m worth the risk?

I'm not ready to be a single dad . . . I had my life all figured out. Hockey. A revolving door of women. No strings. No worries. Until my sister runs off with a man she's just met and leaves my nine-year-old niece in my living room with nothing but a backpack, a stuffed snake named Leo, and a broken heart. I need help. Elle Hurst was only supposed to be in my life for one night--a curvy distraction with a big heart and a wicked sense of humor. But she's volunteered to watch Chloe while she's in town, and I have no choice but to let her. It can't last. She has an expiration date, a life to get back to in Savannah, and I don't do relationships. I know people don't stick around no matter how much you want them to--it's a lesson I've been taught my whole life. I won't risk losing my heart . . . or will I?

This is a why choose hockey romance between three players and their best friend’s sister. Other tropes include enemies to lovers, reformed playboy, and forced proximity.

A new steamy second chance football romcom standalone! When she left me alone in a hotel room four years ago, she left me with a used wedding dress, and a hard…feelings. It was for the best cause love—it’s not for me. Turns out, I left something with her too. And he has my eyes. Playing football is the only thing I’ve ever been good at and the thought of being a dad after my own is such a deadbeat, terrifies me. But my son will know who I am.. And June? The girl I haven’t stopped thinking about for four years? I wasn’t ready for her back then and I’m not sure that’s changed. I can’t afford distractions. Not with my contract ending at the end of the season. So why do I invite them to live with me after a plumbing disaster destroys her apartment? Because I’m addicted. Addicted to her smiles, her curves, those damn yoga pants she wears around the house. And I snap. I’m done fighting, I’m done playing games. June Morgan is mine and it’s about time she knows it. What to expect in Tight End… *Second Chance *Surprise Child *Forced Proximity *Opposite Attract *He Falls First And HARD *Co-parents to Lovers *Sassy Single Mom Yoga Practicing Heroine *Dirty Talking Tight End With Eyes For Only Her *All The Possessive Vibes *LOL Banter *HEA *No Cheating

A one night stand with a sexy stranger? No names, no strings? It sure isn't how I thought I’d be spending my wedding night. Today was an epic disaster. I was supposed to be walking down the aisle in front of all my friends and family, getting married to a man I thought I was supposed to be spending the rest of my life with, not drowning my sorrows in a vodka soda.But after finding my fiancé intimately getting to know his best man, I was out of options…and a groom. So I hiked up my wedding dress and walked to the nearest bar.In my defense, I wasn’t looking for a one night stand, but then he came in with his irresistible dimples, his gigantic muscles, and a smirk that knocked the tiara straight off my head. He was arrogant, charming, and offered me more orgasms in one night than I’ve had in my entire life.I’m not ready for a relationship, but maybe one night with my Prince Charming is exactly what I need to put this day behind me.Especially if he can make Good on all of his promises.

A new steamy workplace age gap why choose romcom standalone! I didn’t plan on working for one grumpy boss, let alone three. And I sure as heck didn’t plan on selling them my virginity.Wyatt Ellis, Brantley Ellis and Maverick Wallace are just as pretentious as their names sound. Who cares if they’re gorgeous billionaires. They are the literal worst. Between the long hours, the snippy comments, and the last minute requests you’d think even one of them would get my name right. Nope. They’re infuriating. Insufferable. Overbearing. Unfortunately I need this job. Especially after an unexpected expense, makes me desperate and I need to look at getting some cash and quick but there’s only one thing I have worth selling. My V-card. I really shouldn’t have had the auction site open on my company computer and I definitely should’ve left the hotel room when I realized who the highest bidders were. But I didn’t and now they want more. Too bad for them my heart isn’t for sale. What to expect in #Bossholes…*Workplace Romance*Age Gap*Three Grumpy Heroes*Sunshine Heroine*Opposites Attract*Enemies to Lovers*Online Auction (wink)*Plenty of Dirty Talk*All The Possessive Vibes*LOL Banter*HEA*No cheating

There are two things I can't quite get enough of this holiday white peppermint mochas and my assistant, Tessa Risen. She's half my age and touching even an inch of her flawless skin would land me on the naughty list for good. But after an office mishap ends with her face in my lap, I propose a bet. If the Devils win their next hockey game, she agrees to be my date to a Christmas charity dinner, and if they lose, I'll give her anything she wants. I just hope it's me. Because the only thing I want to unwrap this Christmas is her. And I'll stop at nothing to win her heart. Even if I have to fight dirty.Jingle Devil is a laugh out loud, pucking steamy, office sports romance with an age gap and a little holiday bet. This book is a standalone novella with no cheating, cliffhangers, and a guaranteed happily ever after.

There’s absolutely no way I’d ever work for my ex-boyfriend. Besides, the only thing he needs help with is pulling the stick from his perfectly sculpted backside. Gordon Benson is the one man I never wanted to see again. He’s grumpy, antagonistic, and so irritatingly more attractive than he was 12 years ago. Those biceps, that muscular chest, those dark green eyes that still manage to get me all twisted up…it’s not fair. I broke up with him. He demolished my heart. End of story. Or at least it was until I ran into him after a figure skating gig. And then his sister offered me a job as their executive assistant —a job I didn’t need until the company I worked for went bankrupt. So, here I am, selling my soul to the actual Devil to make sure me and my daughter are taken care of. The daughter who shares his DNA and yet he acts like she doesn’t exist. I keep telling myself this job is only temporary, that I’ll find something else, but the more I stay here, the more the Nashville Devils feel like family. And maybe there’s more to Gordon than insults and a prickly exterior. Maybe he’s not quite the villain I made him out to be but there’s still too much at stake. He could lose his hockey team and I could lose the only thing I have left. My heart.