A J Summers

Dmitri Sokolov doesn't lose control. Until his daughter’s nanny quits days before playoffs—and Erin O’Connor steps in to help. The Captain's baby sister. Too young. Too tempting. Too damn off-limits. But now she's in his home—close, distracting, and turning his world upside down.

She's the definition of don’t even think about it . Look up off-limits in the dictionary, and not only is her name there—it’s underlined, bolded, and signed by her dad. And yet, here I am. Kissing my coach’s daughter against a wall where anyone could see us.

One wild night gave me more than just regrets. Six years ago, I walked away from Igor Sokolov—New York’s most dangerous Bratva prince—and vowed never to look back. Or so I thought. Now, he’s found me. And worse, he’s discovered my biggest secret: our daughter. Igor doesn’t ask. He takes.

Four scorching hot hockey players. Four sizzling enemies-to-lovers couples. Four interconnected standalone stories that will melt the ice.

My new husband is everything I shouldn't want: dark soul, wicked smile, and a growl that makes me forget my own name. A walking sin in a tailored suit, he's determined to make me pay for my father's betrayal.

I just married the hockey league’s hottest player. Only catch? He has no idea. I never meant to hitch Ken Edwards. OK. I totally did. I just wasn’t planning on him finding out.

My dad thinks I’m his perfect little princess, and he’s determined to find me a rich husband of his choosing. I want nothing more than to smash his plan. Enter Alex Steinman. My brother's best friend and the hockey league’s most notorious player.

It's just another Tuesday with Mercury in retrograde. Cue Nikolai Volkov. A devil in Armani with a body built for sin. Protective. Ruthless. Magnetic. Oh, and did I mention he's hot enough to melt Siberia? I should despise him for stealing my freedom.

What do you do when you find out your step-sister is taking “something borrowed” to a whole new level by borrowing your groom for a quickie? What any other rockstar in her right mind would do. Run out on the wedding, slamming right into a six-foot-three solid wall of muscle.

A wild romp at a masked party should have no consequences. Save for my walk of shame the next day...all the way to labor and delivery. Seven years later I'm a single mom, writing an article on the hockey league's biggest heartbreaker.