Meet three hockey playing hotties in this collection that includes- Hate to Love You, Just Friends, & The Breakup Plan.

Hate to Love You

Brody McKinnon is Whitmore University's star defenseman destined for NHL greatness. He made a name for himself playing juniors before gracing us with his esteemed presence. As much as it pains me to admit it, he's exploded at the college level.

Unfortunately for me, I'm about to experience the worst week of my life. It starts with my ex announcing at a party that I'm a lousy lay. He's the hockey-playing jerk I dated last year who left a bad taste in my mouth (*eyeroll* seriously...get your mind out of the gutter).

Want to guess who rides in on his trusty white steed to rescue me? Or should I say, opens his big mouth? Yup, you guessed it. Brody freaking McKinnon, the guy I love to hate. He only makes matters worse by telling everyone that we're together and then punching Reed in the face.

The first...I plan on strangling him for.
The second...I'm only sorry I didn't get to Reed first.

Now I'm stuck fake-dating Brody, the one guy who makes me feel like a rabid dog on a choke chain, for the foreseeable future. I guarantee we won't last more than seventy-two hours without me killing him.

Just Friends

Emerson and I met freshman year of high school and we've been tight ever since. I've been pretty good about keeping her locked in the- girls I don't think about having sex with part of my brain.

Luckily for me, Southern University has an overabundance of Red Devils hockey groupies, which means there are always plenty of puck bunnies for me to choose from. I'm just careful to make sure they look nothing like Em. So, it should be all good in the hood, right?

Wrong.

I'm embarrassed to admit this, but lately, I can't seem to get it up. Unless an image of Em pops into my head. Then it's all systems go. It's a messed-up situation. One Emerson is blissfully unaware of. And that's exactly the way it needs to stay. What I've learned is that friendship is a hell of a lot harder to come by than hookups. Ready for a complication? It turns out that Em is a virgin. And she wants me to be the one to, well...take care of business. You better believe I shot down the idea before it could gain traction in my brain. Maybe Em doesn't realize it, but remaining friends after you've slept with someone happens about as often as spotting a tie-dye-colored unicorn that craps sprinkles. If it weren't rare, everyone would be doing it, right?

Exactly.

The Breakup Plan

Grayson McNichols can have his pick of girls on this campus. Just ask him and he'll tell you that the females of Hillsdale University have a real penchant for sexy, hockey playing hotties. Hell, all he has to do is flash a smile in their direction and they fall right onto their backs and spread their legs.
Would I happen to be one of them?
Umm...I'm going to plead the fifth on that one.
All right, fine. You caught me. I made the mistake of knocking boots with Gray freshman year. What can I say? I'm a sucker for gorgeous guys with inky black hair, bright blue eyes, and dimples. And don't even get me started on his chiseled chest and abs of steel...
After we hooked up, I never heard from Gray again. Not that I expected too. Okay, that's a lie. Maybe for one brief, delusional moment, I thought I might be different. You know, the girl who changes the hockey playing bad boy for the better (cue the laughter). But he swiftly disabused me of that notion by moving on to fresh meat in the blink of an eye.
Which is precisely why I've avoided Grayson like the plague ever since.
Fool me once, shame...