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Kiss Me in the Penalty Box by eyebrowsonfleek21
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Delaney Reese never wanted to get involved with a hockey player, especially not the cocky, reckless captain Greyson Monroe. But when a fake relationship offers both of them a chance to escape their demons, what starts as a game quickly turns into something dangerously real. Grey hides his past behind a mask of arrogance, while Delaney fights to keep her heart closed after a painful breakup. Together, they push boundaries, break rules, and discover that sometimes the biggest risks are the ones worth taking. Dark secrets. Fiery passion. A love that might just be worth the fallout. Get ready to step into the penalty box, where the stakes are high, and hearts are on the line.
Breaking The Ice by ellieruewrites37
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When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.