Ilya Rozanov is a jerk. As the captain of the Boston bears, he is the cockiest, most infuriating player in the NHL-at least according to Shane Hollander. For years, their legendary rivalry has defined the league: a relentless cycle of trash-talk, hard hits, and mutual hatred. But for Charlotte Hollander, the rivalry is becoming a major headache. Charlotte only has two priorities:leading her university volleyball team to a national championship and being the supportive sister Shane needs. She's supposed to hate the man who makes her brother's life a living hell. She should want nothing to do with the arrogant Russian superstar. The problem? Ilya Rozanov is sexy as hell, and he knows it. When Ilya realizes that the key to finally getting under Shane's skin is his little sister, he decides to play his most dangerous game yet. He starts showing up at her matches, flirting in the hallways, and making sure the cameras catch every wink. It's supposed to be psychological warfare against Shane. But Charlotte isn't just a spectator-she's an athlete with a fire that rivals Ilya's own. She fires back at every one of his taunts. Everything changes one night in a Montreal bar. Fueled by a crushing losses and too many shots of vodka, the masks finally slip. In the dim light of a corner, Ilya and Charlotte trade dangerous truths and hotel room numbers, blurring the line between "enemy" and "obsession." Now, Ilya realizes he's no longer playing for the spite-he's playing for her. And Charlotte is caught in the ultimate trap: a secret agreemeent with the one man who could destroy her brother's career, and her own heart.

Delilah Carter has the skill, the fame, and the confidence-a hockey analyst, having to watch her rival Ilya Rozanov, on the daily. Delilah navigates the cameras, interviews, and the pressure of the games like a pro. As sparks fly on and off the ice, Carter and Rozanov's undeniable chemistry is forcing them to admit their past vulnerabilities, and the walls they've built around their hearts. Breaking the Ice is a story of tension, passion, and the slow burn of romance where every glance counts. Nothing is as simple as it seems. All rights for Heated Rivalry go to Rachel Reid.

for others, summer meant vacation, freedom and relaxation. for shane and ilya, it meant sex. SECOND book of the FOUR 3. #shane - 10.01.2026. 4. #ilya - 10.01.2026. 5. #heated - 10.01.2026. 3. #hollander - 12.01.2026. 2. #rozanov - 12.01.2026. 3. #ilya - 13.01.2026. 1. #rozanov - 13.01.2026. 1. #hollander - 19.01.2026. 1. #shane - 22.01.2026. || hollanov ff > mm || the characters belong to rachel reid, but this story is from my imagination only >> so all rights reserved to me

Hey, Rozanov, you promised a Russian SPA. There was not a single word about the birch rods!" "It's a birch broom, Hollander. Just relax. You're going to get high..." Or Ilya's American friends invite the guys to a real Russian banya (bath house).

Shane's mindset through those six months between the Winter Olympics and the MLH awards of 2014.

Growing up in the shadow of a hockey prodigy means never being the headline, only the footnote. Shane Hollander's sister has spent her life drifting-between cities, identities, and half-lived passions-until Montréal becomes the first place that asks her to stay. Grounded by family and a city that refuses to rush her, she begins to discover who she is when she's no longer running. Everything shifts the night she collides with Ilya Rozanov, her brother's most formidable rival. What starts as rivalry-adjacent tension becomes something quieter and far more dangerous-an undeniable connection between two people who refuse to be underestimated. Set between Montréal and Boston, this story explores identity, intimacy, and what happens when you finally meet someone who sees you exactly as you are.

What happens when Hudson Williams attends popstar Andriani Sotiriou's world tour? And what happens when Andriani picks Hudson out of the crowd her concerts?

Shane invites Ilya to his lakeside cottage for two quiet weeks in the off-season. It's supposed to be uncomplicated. No teams, no press, no pretending. Instead, it turns into slow mornings, shared meals, negotiated control, and the kind of closeness that's a lot harder to walk away from than either of them expected.

Ilya slides his crystal-blue eyes across the floor, noticing the glasses lying there. He takes off his gloves, takes a couple of steps and, bending down, picks up the loss. The guy unbends at the same time as him, so that their foreheads almost collide. Ilya even manages to smile to himself: what a missed romcom moment. What a pity. He hands the glasses to the guy, but the guy moves his hand above his... Or: a very cozy and warm Bookstore AU.

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