Elise Faber

The man had seemed so innocent in the bar—okay, not innocent, per say. He’d been hot, hard, and possessed a butt that I wanted to bite like the last chocolate chip cookie in my stash. He’d also skipped out of town faster than a villain in a B movie, leaving me woefully unsatisfied. I’d chalked the whole incident up to a bad night stand and moved on with my life. That was before the news of a failed IUD. Before the plus sign. Before Jordan showed back up determined to make that night up to me. I didn’t want a baby or a payday or a sexy, stubborn man in my life. I wanted to go back in time and pretend none of it had happened. Unfortunately, my life had become all about that plus sign . . . and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

This is her shot. Brit has the chance to make history by being the first female goalie to play for an NHL team, the San Francisco Gold. So, when she is introduced to Stefan, the Gold's captain, she is determinedly not interested. Stefan is sexy, charming, and has a publicly documented list of conquests a mile long. But Brit is unwilling to risk mixing business with pleasure, even when that business is wrapped up in a six-foot-plus, gorgeously muscled package. When management pushes Brit and Stefan together in an effort to gain good press for the beleaguered team, Brit finds that her carefully calculated disinterest doesn’t mask her body's desires. The more she falls for Stefan, the more she risks her career. Will she be able to have it all—a starting position and the heart of the captain? Or will she lose everything?

Bad Night Stand The man had seemed so innocent in the bar--hot, hard, and possessing a butt that I wanted to bite like the last chocolate chip cookie in my stash. Of course, he'd also skipped town, leaving me woefully unsatisfied. That was before the news of a failed IUD. Before the plus sign. Before Jordan showed back up determined to make that night up to me. I didn't want a baby or a payday or a sexy, stubborn man in my life. I wanted to go back in time and pretend none of it had happened. Unfortunately, my life had become all about that plus sign... and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. Bad Breakup The first sign of trouble was the rough, masculine voice. The second was the Scottish accent. God, Cecelia loved Scottish accents. Colin McGregor was her every fantasy come to life. And Cecelia had been in love with him. Twice. Then had her heart broken. Twice. Well, the third time wasn't the charm and CeCe wasn't going to be stupid about Colin. Not again. Not now that she knew better. But had anyone informed Colin of that fact? Bad Husband Heather O'Keith is the biggest, baddest female CEO around. Known for being tough as nails, fair to a fault, and a shark when it comes to securing contracts for her business, RoboTech, she's also lonely. Not that she would tell anyone else that... least of all one Clay Steele--sexy, smart, cold, and a man with a business acumen that both matches and sometimes surpasses her own. But then Heather realizes that she may not be the only lonely one. The big lug who seems to enjoy tormenting her in the business world also has a soft side. And when that part of him is wholly directed at her, she gets stupid. Stupid finds her waking up hungover and naked in Clay's bed. With a giant diamond ring. On her left hand. Oh lord, what has she done? Bad Date: A Never Before Released Novella Blind dates were the absolute worst. Awkward, filled to the brim with small talk, and they never, ever worked out. Kay knew all that. Yet for some reason, she still had agreed to let Heather set her up. Maybe it was because Heather O'Keith had rescued her when some idiot had dropped half a Venti Frappuccino on her laptop, saving her nearly-completed novel and befriending her in the process. Maybe Heather was just a force to be reckoned with. Or maybe, it was because Kay had serious pushover tendencies. But when the date came, Kay found herself alone at a table for almost an hour before she called it quits. She'd been stood up. Yup, that was just perfect. Her night was shot, she was behind on her word count, but then . . . she quite literally ran into tall, dark, and handsome outside the restaurant. One look at him and Kay thought that perhaps her night might be salvaged after all. Until she discovered tall, dark, and handsome was a jerk. Until she discovered that jerk was her missing blind date--her rude and insufferable date who blew right by her as if she didn't exist. What. The. Hell?

Professional hockey players weren’t supposed to get their hearts broken. But that’s precisely what happened to Marcel Aubert, forward for the Breakers. He’d fallen hard for his ex, and then she’d cheated on him with a truly reprehensible teammate. Because she’d been bored. Of him. Not life. She’d made that fact crystal clear. So Marcel had moved on . . . if remaining single and losing himself in books when he wasn’t on the ice was moving on. Until he met Prudence Hansley. She was, quite literally, the most imprudent person he’d ever had the privilege of knowing. A total daredevil, she’d jumped out of planes, had hiked into a volcano, spent time in a shark cage. She was . . . terrifying. And wonderful. And somehow, she liked him. Boring Marcel. But when she dared him to take another chance on love, would he find the courage to leap?

One second, he had everything. The next, it was torn away. Oliver James was at the peak of his career, captain of the Baltimore Breakers, minutes away from winning another Cup. Then one hit had derailed all that. All he’d ever known was hockey, and he didn’t know where he fit in a world where playing was no longer a possibility. But then he was offered a chance to bring hockey back into his life. A shot at starting over. The only condition of that second chance was required meetings with the team psychologist, Hazel. She was exactly the kind of woman he might have once lusted after—beautiful, kind, a body that screamed sex. She made him feel whole, like a man again. Except, she wasn’t interested in him outside of being a patient. Well then, Oliver would just have to convince her otherwise.

I played hard and lived even harder. At least until the mayor of River’s Bend got it in her head that the hockey players carousing through her small town in Nowhere, California were unwelcome. I couldn’t care less. My priorities were pucks, puck bunnies, and pucking my way to the top. Only…I underestimated the mayor and her intentions to clean up the town, the Rush, and end my streak through the town’s female population. I underestimated that her matchmaking abilities might be on point. I underestimated that her niece might be… The woman who would lay claim to my heart.

He was forty years old. He was single. He had his dream job as GM of the Baltimore Breakers hockey franchise, and he was happy. Lie. Because the woman he was in love with was married. To a perfectly nice man who loved her and cared for her and treated her like the queen she was. But then Lexi showed up at his house, tears in her eyes, Caleb out of the picture, and he finally had a shot. A real shot. At love. The trouble was that Luc had spent almost the entirety of his adult life running from love. He didn’t do relationships, not any longer. But . . . Lexi was hurt, absolutely devastated, and she needed care and gentleness and deserved all of the romance in the world. So he needed to man up and find a way to convince her to give him that shot.

He was her mortal enemy in the business world.But in the real world?He had a soft spot…and it was only for her.And when sexy, smart, and oftentimes cold Clay Steele showed that soft part to her, Heather forgot to be the smart, calculated businesswoman she was.In fact, Heather got stupid.And stupid had her waking up hungover and naked in Clay’s bed.With a giant diamond ring.On her left hand.Oh hell—What had she done?

Bad Hookup Hookups weren’t for her. Rachel knew that. She was a good girl—sigh—she’d always been a good girl. Except when it came to him. She’d met the him in question in a bar of all places and his lean strength, gorgeous face, and way-too-charming personality had combined to shatter her defenses. All of a sudden she’d been doing all of those “dangerous, bad girl” things her grandmother had once warned her of. And just like her grandma had predicted, he’d vanished come morning. No note. No exchanged numbers. She hadn’t even known his name. Fine. Whatever. Rachel had chalked it up to a horrible—albeit, wholly pleasurable—mistake and moved on. She was the assistant to Heather O’Keith, a kick ass, take-no-prisoners CEO of a billion dollar corporation, she didn’t have time to sit around and worry over a man. But then Heather had gotten her happily ever after by marrying equally successful business entrepreneur, Clay Steele, and Rachel discovered that she had to work in close, day-to-day contact with him. Sebastian Henley. The man from the bar. The sexy, gorgeous, irresistible disappearing man from the bar. And he still made her want to do bad, bad things. Bad Divorce Bec Darden was a high-powered attorney who had spent her entire adult life building a fearsome reputation both in the courtroom and the boardroom. But once upon a time, she was also a naïve and romantic—aka idiotic—soul who’d married her college sweetheart on a whim just before graduating. She and Luke were young and in love and— No surprise, her marriage had been short-lived. Explosive. Miserable. And incredibly, incredibly short-lived. But now Luke Pearson was back in her life and with the worst possible news. Her marriage, the one she’d almost immediately regretted, and the subsequent divorce she’d paid through the teeth for by working insane hours and basically not sleeping for several years hadn’t happened. As in she was still freaking married. Luke had been sexy in high school, gorgeous in college, but he was even hotter as a grown man and his reappearance in her life hadn’t done anything to dampen the attraction she felt for him. But Bec had already learned that sex wasn’t everything. One broken heart was enough, and she wasn’t in the market to give Luke another chance at shattering her all over again. He needed to sign the divorce papers she drafted and leave her to her life. Except . . . what did they say about best laid plans? Because Luke wouldn’t sign. Bad Fiancé Sera used to believe in happily ever afters. Well, she still believed in them. Just not for her. For Seraphina Delgado, finding a man who loved her for who she was inside, rather than simply appreciating her outward appearance, had proved to be impossible. She wasn’t trying to be cocky—cock, ha¬—but she was beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that she’d spent her childhood and tween years modeling and shooting commercials and . . . well, only being appreciated for the way she looked. And that was more curse than advantage because looks faded. People aged, wrinkles formed, boobs sagged . . . Anyway, none of that mattered because no man ever saw who she truly was on the inside. Until Tate.

She was a laughingstock. A hippie. A tree-hugger. A granola, crunchy, millennial who worried about how her food was grown and what she put into her body and GMOs and . . . Had a secret chocolate addiction. Because even though she cared about all of those things, a girl had to live too. And Rebecca couldn’t live her life without 90% Cacao Super Dark Chocolate. Addictions aside, it was her job to help keep the players on the San Francisco Gold healthy and she was damned good at it, so her hippie, granola background (and maybe also her PhD in Nutritional Sciences) had come in handy, at least to some degree. Especially since the team had taken home the league’s top prize last season. Unfortunately, not everyone thought her contributions were important. In fact, some people—cough one Dr. Gabe Carter—thought her position with the team was unnecessary. He thought her diet was too restrictive, her meal plan too out there. He’d actually told Rebecca that her program hadn’t been an important factor in the Gold’s successful season. But dammit, she knew she’d made a difference with the team, knew her work was important, and it didn’t matter that Gabe was gorgeous and a talented doctor, he still didn’t have any right to— Kiss her. No. Kiss her or make her feel small. Yes, that. The second one. He was a jerk. She didn’t like him or care about his opinions and she definitely wasn’t in love with him. Definitely hadn’t been in love with him the moment she’d laid eyes on him— Sigh. She definitely was. And to make matters worse? Gabe knew.

Blocked This is her shot. Brit has the chance to make history by being the first female goalie to play for an NHL team, the San Francisco Gold. So, when she is introduced to Stefan, the Gold's captain, she is determinedly not interested. Stefan is sexy, charming, and has a publicly documented list of conquests a mile long. Brit is unwilling to risk mixing business with pleasure, even when that business is wrapped up in a six-foot-plus, gorgeously muscled package. When management pushes Brit and Stefan together in an effort to gain good press for the beleaguered team, Brit finds that her carefully calculated disinterest doesn’t mask her body's desires. The more she falls for Stefan, the more she risks her career. Will she be able to have it all—a starting position and the heart of the captain? Or will she lose everything? Backhand Mike Stewart is a bad boy. Sleeping around. Boozing. Fighting with teammates. Name a bad behavior and he’s done it—done it so well, in fact, that he almost tanked his career as a starting defensemen for the NHL’s San Francisco Gold. But Mike is done with all that. He’s starting with a fresh foot forward and putting his past behind him. That is, until his past quite literally reappears before his eyes. Sara Jetty is just as beautiful as she was a decade before, but Mike hasn’t seen her since she scored a gold medal in women’s figure skating. Now something has put shadows in her eyes, a familiar type of hurt he is all too well-versed in. This Sara wants nothing to do with him. Their easy friendship is gone and in its place is a hardened woman who’s nothing like the girl from his past. Still, Mike hasn’t become a top defensemen in the NHL by being afraid of hard work, and he isn’t about to let Sara push him away. Come hell or high water, he’s going to crack her tough outer shell and find the sweet, innocent woman he’s lusted after and loved, in equal measure, for more than ten years. Boarding Muscles. Mandy’s work was supposed to be regulated to muscles. Well, muscles and ligaments and tendons . . . and general body health and— Blane was her fantasy—literally her nightly fantasy. He was sexy, strong, talented, and normally she would have thrown herself at his feet and begged for a night—or, cough, more—showing him exactly what that fantasy was. But that would mean she would get fired . . . and worse, so would he. She couldn’t have that on her conscience, not when Blane was a gifted player for the San Francisco Gold. Plus, he was a professional athlete and their relationships were doomed to fail. Mandy knew that firsthand and she also knew she couldn’t live that life. Always being the one left behind, always way down on the priority list. Hockey was his job and it was all consuming. That was reality and everything was fine— Until Blane got hurt. Until she was spending more time with him. Much more time. Until Blane told her she was his fantasy too. Empty Net (never before released novella) Empty. That was her life— What? No. Shannon had been referring to the other half of the duplex she lived in, the half that her best friend and fabulous baker of a business partner, Molly, had moved out of when she’d reunited with the love of her life. But, if she was being truthful, Shannon’s life was a little empty. She had a steady and growing business, even helping Molly expand their joint venture into the Gold Mine, arena for the San Francisco Gold, but she was bored and well . . . a little empty. Until Evan moved into the other half of the duplex and tall, dark, and brooding took over her life with the ease of a fire alarm blaring through the quiet, night air.

The first sign of trouble was the rough, masculine voice. The second was the Scottish accent. God, Cecelia loved Scottish accents. The last was the scent—his scent—familiar and uniquely Colin. Cecelia had been through bad breakups before but none had compared to the two, yes two, that had come at Colin’s hands, because she was apparently glutton for punishment and didn’t know better and was young and stupid and in love. Had been in love. Twice. And she’d had her heart broken. Twice. Well, the third time wasn’t the charm and CeCe wasn’t going to be stupid about Colin. Not again, not now that she knew better. Nope. There would be no brooding, gorgeously sexy, Scottish hero in her future. But had anyone informed Colin of that fact?

Mike Stewart is a bad boy. Sleeping around. Boozing. Fighting with teammates. Name a bad behavior and he’s done it—done it so well, in fact, that he almost tanked his career as a starting defensemen for the NHL’s San Francisco Gold. But Mike is done with all that. He’s starting with a fresh foot forward and putting his past behind him. That is, until his past quite literally reappears before his eyes. Sara Jetty is just as beautiful as she was a decade before, but Mike hasn’t seen her since she left for her first Olympics and scored a gold medal in women’s figure skating. Now something has put shadows in her eyes, a familiar type of hurt he is all too well versed in. This Sara wants nothing to do with him. Their easy friendship is gone and in its place is a hardened woman who’s nothing like the girl from his past. Still, Mike hasn’t become a top defensemen in the NHL by being afraid of hard work, and he isn’t about to let Sara push him away. Come hell or high water, he’s going to crack her tough outer shell and find the sweet, innocent woman he’s lusted after and loved, in equal measure, for more than ten years.

train wreck noun 1. A chaotic or disastrous situation. 2. An utter catastrophe or mess. 3. A devastating calamity or source of trouble. 4. Pepper O’Brien. As the daughter of a famed film producer, Pepper O’Brien is Hollywood royalty. Also, her life sucks. Because, unfortunately for her, the old adage is true: money can’t buy everything—including grace, true love, or the ability to not screw up every single opportunity her life has brought her. After her latest disaster, Pepper moves across the country to start over but, as usual, her life has other plans, namely in the form of Derek Cashette, her former teenage crush and now ridiculously handsome friend of her older brother. Derek is determined to salvage the train wreck of her life and Pepper’s determined not to let him. Her life is her problem and, dammit, why can’t she be her own hero? But sometimes fate has other plans. Or maybe it’s hormones. Especially when her rescuer comes with a killer smile, a chest Thor would be jealous of, and a butt that any girl just wants to—

Kailey Henderson dealt in code. Well, code, social anxiety, and online gaming. What she didn’t deal in was sexy hockey players. And she certainly didn’t deal in sexy hockey players like Connor Smith. He was brass. He was loud. He was funny and charming and…ballsy. Kailey was about the furthest thing from ballsy someone could find. Connor didn’t seem to care. From the moment she’d showed up at the rink to help her friend set up a player development program for the Baltimore Breakers, he had led a campaign to win her heart. The thing was, Kailey didn’t actually want her heart to be won, and the more Connor campaigned, the more she resisted. And…the more she resisted and argued and pushed back, the more she found out that she actually could be ballsy. And the worst thing about that? It made Connor campaign even harder.

I’m snowed in.With a famous hockey player.I’m snowed in.With a famous hockey player.My life has been a disaster. I’ve lost my job, my apartment, and my direction, so when my best friend suggests a week trip up to her house in Tahoe, I jump on the chance for a change in scenery.Only, I didn’t anticipate Snowmageddon.I didn’t anticipate being trapped on the side of the road and rescued by a famous hockey player—and certainly not by Lake Jordan, star center for the Sierra Hockey team, model, and entrepreneur.I didn’t anticipate having to share his house.Or that there would only be one bedroom.And I didn’t anticipate…that he might want to keep me.Forever.

It's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for. I never expected Riggs, the soft-spoken defenseman for the Sierra to a have a dirty streak. But he does, and it blows my mind, and doesn't even like me, and none of it makes sense... Because now the hockey player wants me.

It’s okay to be different. Ha. That’s what people are supposed to say, supposed to pretend in this new age, hipster reality that I live in. Except high school students aren’t accepting and having my life up for debate in the halls, well . . . it really—really—sucks. Then a single conversation with my dad shatters all of my childhood memories and my mom copes with his news by spending every hour losing herself in work. Suddenly, it’s not just my high school’s hallways that have become a freaking horror film. Just traversing the relationship between my parents is more dangerous than crossing a minefield. So I’ve been keeping my head down, hoping to just survive my senior year. That is, until Jason Monroe waltzes into my life and invites me to Homecoming. The soccer god is popular, hot as hell, and my every teenaged fantasy come to life. And for some insane reason he likes me. Me. The Harry-Potter-loving, pajama-wearing, bookworm nerd who is too lazy to spend much time on makeup and hair. Somehow Jason Monroe likes me. But my life falling apart means that I’m a terrible bet and Jason couldn’t possibly want to run the gauntlet of high school or my home life with me. Except . . . what if he does? *Author's Note—This book is set in high school and is more YA than my typically New Adult books*

I hated hockey players. While the Rush had cleaned up their act and were no long wreaking havoc in my town, Joel—captain and a talented forward on the team—was wreaking havoc on my life . He’d made it his mission to push my buttons on a regular basis. The man was equal parts infuriating and distracting… And gorgeous. The worst part? I hadn’t expected that I would like him. That I would want him. That I would become desperate for him to want me back. *This is book one in Billie Rose and Joel's trilogy.

Christmas time with the Gold is usually full of cheer, but this year leaves Brit feeling unsettled. Her best friend and love of her life is acting more Grinch than Kringle and she's worried she might be causing the drift. Along with a healthy dose of holiday spirit, changes are in the air. Stefan has retired, but Brit isn't quite ready yet. Brit knows that this is her life–and her man–and she's ready to fight for their future. With extra lights, cheery wrapping paper, homemade cookies, and sparkling ornaments, she is determined to make this their best Christmas ever. Will the extra holiday spirit help them fall for each other all over again for the new year?

I’ve spent my entire career playing for a team that became my family. But now I’ve been traded… To our rivals. And I’m playing for the man whose daughter I’m in love with. Jean-Michel Dubois—owner of the Oakland Eagles and my new boss—has made it clear that anyone who so much as looks at his daughter will find themselves out of the league. But I find that the more time I spend with Christina, the harder it is to stay away. Only…I can’t have her. Because if I do, I’ll lose everything.

Calle Stevens wasn’t what one would call a risk-taker. She was steady. She was even. She was . . . Pregnant. Oh God. How was she pregnant? Well, she knew the how part, but that wasn’t the point. Mistakes happened, condoms failed, birth control pills didn’t work, and . . . she was pregnant by a man who’d broken up with her via text and then readily offered to sign away his parental rights when she’d told him she was keeping the baby. Her life was ruined. She’d just been hired as an assistant coach for the professional hockey team, the San Francisco Gold. She didn’t have any family in the area, didn’t have a partner. How was she going to have a baby? But then Cooper. A star player for the team, he’d found out about the baby and had insisted on coming with her to her first appointment, then had held her hair back when she’d spent the majority of her time christening the porcelain goddess before coming to the second, and then the third, and the fourth and— In fact, as much as she tried to push him away, he refused to keep his distance. And then when she was having a particularly weak moment, feeling fat and gross and completely unappealing, he held her like she was precious and . . . he kissed her. Then didn’t stop. Calle didn’t know what was scarier, the kiss or that she didn’t want him to stop either.

Muscles. Mandy’s work was supposed to be regulated to muscles. Well, muscles and ligaments and tendons . . . and general body health and— Sigh. She was blabbering as usual, but muscles combined with lips that were way too kissable and a pair of sharp blue eyes that pierced right through all of her carefully erected defenses had a way of doing that to a girl. Blane was her fantasy—literally her nightly fantasy. He was sexy, strong, talented, and normally she would have thrown herself at his feet and begged for a night—or, cough, more—showing him exactly what that fantasy was. But that would mean she would get fired . . . and worse, so would he. She couldn’t have that on her conscience, not when Blane was a gifted player for the San Francisco Gold. Plus, he was a professional athlete and their relationships were doomed to fail. Mandy knew that firsthand and she also knew she couldn’t live that life. Always being the one left behind, always way down on the priority list. Hockey was his job and it was all consuming. That was reality and everything was fine— Until, Blane got hurt. Until she was spending more time with him. Much more time. Until Blane told her she was his fantasy too.

My life is full of secrets. She's the woman who's discovered them all... Dessie and I have a love-hate relationship. But it’s mostly that I love and she hates. As a member of the Rush hockey team, I don’t have a problem finding women who are willing to date me, but Dessie isn’t just anyone. She’s a mystery, an obsession, a woman I need to claim as my own. Only, she’s not going without a fight. Good thing I’m a hockey player… And fighting is what I do best. The Rush hockey series continues with Dessie and Fox's story.

She had a secret. One Beth had spent her whole life running from. But her secret had finally caught up with her, and she didn’t know whether to start running again, to leave the life she’d built in Baltimore, one she was finally happy in, surrounded by the family she’d made (meaning her friends and their significant others, and definitely not her messed-up bio family), or to stay. To fight. Or maybe, better yet, to run straight into Raph’s arms. The hockey player for the Breakers was big and strong and had a wonderful family (bio and otherwise). Not to mention, his smile lit up the room and his body was…chef’s kiss. Bonus? He wanted her and made that clear, but…he didn’t know about the secret. And she knew, she knew that if he found out… He’d run. Even faster than she had.

I had everything I had ever wanted… And it meant nothing. Because the love of my life had lost everything. My career was exactly where I’d wanted it—I was on a great team, getting lots of playing time, and I’d finally won the ultimate prize. But Bailey was hurting, and I couldn’t live knowing that. I loved her more than my life, my job, my dreams. She was my dream now. And I would do anything to save her so that she could live out hers. So Pucking Over It is the final book in Axel and Bailey’s story!

I never expected to fall for a puckboy. I certainly never expected to fall for Axel Finnegan, star of the Rush. But the hockey player charmed his way into my life, made himself indispensable, and now I was all in for my filthy puckboy. Except…my life had other plans. My ex was back, my parents were a freaking nightmare, and Axel’s career was taking off, bringing with it a level of fans and puck bunnies that were increasingly uncomfortable for my small-town heart. But then it wasn’t just my heart that was being threatened. It was my home, my livelihood, my… Life.

I lived my life in temporaries. Temporary relationships. Temporary production contracts. Temporary lengths of time in different locations around the world. No ties. No strings. That was better for everyone. Except, Pierce didn’t see it that way, didn’t understand we’d had our temporary fun and it was time to move on. Fifteen years my junior, Pierce was a talented young director, lovely on both the inside and out, great sense of humor, and frankly, he had the best set of abs I’d ever seen on any human. But the key word in the previous statement was young. And circling back to temporary. Except, Pierce had gotten it into his head that he didn’t want temporary. He wanted me and not just in his bed. He wanted me in his life . . . permanently. The scariest part? I was worried I might want that too.