Wild Brothers Hockey Romance eBundle — Forbidden Romance, Workplace Romance, Fake Marriage Romance

MY ONE NIGHT STAND IS NOW MY FAKE HUSBAND

Mia

I don’t do professional athletes. And I certainly don’t do one-night stands.

But after my father tells me I need to marry before he’ll let me take over his PR firm, which has been my one and only dream since I was a kid, I decide I need a night out.

And when I meet a hot guy at the bar, I decide I want to play.

He takes me to his home on a gorgeous ranch. We steam up the sheets all night long.

I’m sure I’ll never see him again.

Until the next day, when my uncle introduces him as my future husband.


Declan

Before I retire from playing hockey I’m lining up my next shot—ownership. But the team’s got a PR problem, and they’ll never approve a bachelor.

I’m not in a relationship. I’m not even dating.

And I can’t remember the last time I was interested in someone. Until I go to the bar after the game to blow off some steam and figure out my next move.

That’s when I meet her. Mia. The first woman I can remember who doesn’t know I’m a big time hockey player.

After we spend an incredible night together, I figure that’s it.

Until my agent calls me into his office. The only other person in the room? Mia.

My future wife.

We vow to keep our arrangement strictly professional so we both get what we want. But the more we face off, the more I want to score…

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HE'S OUR STAR PLAYER, AND I'M TECHNICALLY HIS BOSS...

Savannah

Every day is the same. I go to the Climax Coffee Shop, and then to the ice hockey rink, where I’ve worked since I was a kid. But today, a cocky guy cuts me in line.

A dark-haired, sexy guy with laser eyes and a perfect body. I can’t ignore how hot he is, and I especially can’t ignore how he’s the only man to ever make me want. Like really want.

By the time I walk into my office, I’m completely thrown off by the Hot Stranger. Then my boss tells me a new player is joining our ice hockey team and it’s my job to do whatever it takes to make him comfortable.

Only one problem: the new hot shot is the Hot Stranger, and the rulebook says I’m forbidden to score with the players.

My boring life just got a lot more interesting.

Cameron

Savannah has fierce green eyes and a temper to match. But she’s shy and skittish whenever I put my eyes on her. I can see she’s wounded but I can’t tell what kind of jerk hurt her.

And why do I care anyway? I’m on this team to get my stats up, not to score with the coach’s assistant.

But my head keeps finding reasons to end up in her office, while another part of me dreams of being in her pants. She’s got a strong defense, so I’ve got to play it slow or I’ll end up flat on the ice with my stick in my hands.

One thing’s for sure: I want her. I like her.

And I’m ready to take a few body checks to show her I’m the real deal.

Chapter 1

Declan

“You need a wife.”

“What?” I look at my agent, startled. “Be serious, Ned.”

He shrugs as he stares down at the tablet in his hands. He’s poring over the application to join the ownership group of the Montana Wild Kings, the professional ice hockey team I’m currently playing for. “Right here.” He points to the screen. “All owners—even those with a minority stake—are required to be married.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous or not, if you want to throw your stick in the rink to own a part of the Montana Wild Kings hockey team, you must have a wife.”

“That is the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” I say as I pace around the small room inside the Wild Kings hockey arena, an old storage room Ned likes to use for privacy. “What is this, the eighteen-hundreds?”

“No. But it is Kings’ country, not New York or Chicago. You heard how the board just forced out a stakeholder for too many public incidents involving too many women. Not to mention that he attended an underground gambling ring and got caught with a married woman as his guest.”
“Right. I heard about that.”

“After that public embarrassment, the board is more insistent than ever about making sure they get a stable, family man. They’ll reject you if you don’t fit their criteria.”

I sink down onto my chair. “Look, I’ve got a game tonight. And this season is my last chance at the cup. I don’t have time to worry about this. I shouldn’t need a wife to buy into the team.”

Ned finally looks up at me, and those wise eyes narrow. “The question is: how serious are you about this? You want to retire after this season. And you want to do something ‘meaningful’ in retirement that also keeps you close to hockey, correct? Your words. What better way than to own a hockey team and contribute to its success on and off the ice?”

“None of that justifies their marriage requirement. Not to gossip, but I know for a fact that at least one of the owners regularly cheats on his wife. How is he a better choice than me? At least I’m honest.”

“It’s all about public image and perception. You know that. Some influential members of the board believe the whole publicity nightmare with the former owner could have been avoided. He was young and single, and he had wealth and privilege. Kind of like you.” Ned rubs his gray beard thoughtfully. “Come to think of it, you haven’t been in a serious relationship in…” He thinks. “Well, ever, to my knowledge.”

“I also don’t treat women like shit,” I growl. “Fuck, I haven’t even been on a date in over a year.”

He holds out his arms. “So you’ve got nobody to upset when you suddenly get married.”

I shake my head.

He just smiles. “Leave it to me. I’ll figure something out. I always do.”

“Ned, I swear to Christ, if you show up with some woman I’ve never even met and think I’m going to exchange marital vows with her…”

“You just focus on the game tonight. Go give them hell.”

I glance at the time on my phone. I do have to go or I’ll be late.

“Don’t do anything without checking with me first.” I stand up and give Ned a hard look.
“Understood?”

“Sure thing, Wild. You can trust me.”

Right. Ned’s been my agent ever since I entered the pros. I love him like a second father. But as I walk out of his office and close the door, all I can think is, I don’t trust him at all.