Wittmore U Hockey series by Angel Lawson

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Faking it with the Forward:

What happens when the captain of the hockey team kisses you in front of his ex?

Things get awkward.

What happens when he asks you to be his fake girlfriend?

Things get complicated.

In the high-pressure world of varsity hockey at Wittmore U, being the team intern means more than overseeing grueling workouts and injuries. It's the colossal egos of the players that truly test my patience. Even if they did see me as something more than another locker room fixture created to tend to their bodies, my boss has made one thing clear:

I’m off limits.

All of that changes in a heartbeat when Reese Cain, the team's womanizing captain, plants a surprise kiss on me in the campus coffee shop. Suddenly, I’m thrust into the spotlight, and not for my awkward charm. The captain, it seems, has ulterior motives—he needs to stay focused on the season, while convincing his ex that he's not available. Apparently, I’m the perfect pawn in his game.

For someone who's more comfortable in hoodies than house parties, fake dating Reese is enough to bolster both my confidence and social status. But the longer we keep up the charade, and our barriers start to crumble, it’s hard to know what’s real and what’s fake.

Especially how good he makes it feel to belong to him.

Guarded by the Goalie:

“To new identities,” he declares, holding up his glass. “To no more epic f-ups. No more partying for me. No more athletes for you. Not until we get it together.”

Little did I know that the night I made the deal with the tattooed, pierced, star goalie in the back room of a bar, that we were starting something--something we can't stop. Except he’s on probation, and I’m looking to change my reputation as a jersey chaser willing to do whatever it took to win the quarterback’s attention.

We needed to change–but neither of us thought we could do it alone.

But with Axel Rakestraw’s charming smile, it’s a good thing hockey player’s aren’t my thing.

And even if they were, my roommate, who dates the captain of the team, told me that hockey players are off-limits. She’s probably right. People around me tend to get hurt.

I tend to get hurt.

Protecting things is what I do. The goal, my teammates, and now this girl.

I’ve spent the last four years living my best life, knowing that once I graduate, my future belongs to my father’s ministry. No more partying. No more women. No more hockey.

With my senior year and an undefeated season underway, I had no plans on slowing down, until the night I unwittingly consume a drink meant for Nadia at a party. The next day I fail a mandatory drug test at practice.

Someone is out to sabotage us both.

I can take care of myself, but Nadia? I’m not allowing someone to hurt her again, not on my watch.

Can one of Wittmore U’s most notorious playboy’s and a blacklisted jersey chaser change their ways long enough to fall in love?

Daring the Defender:

There's only one person who would take me in after leaving my fiancé—my brother Axel.

Unfortunately, he’s not the one who answered the door on that wintery Valentine’s night. That was his best friend and roommate, Reid Wilder. Copper-colored hair, dark eyes, and the number eight tattooed on his bicep.

I should have turned around when he mistook me for a puck bunny and invited me in.

I definitely should have said no to the drink he offered while I waited.

But the biggest mistake I made was climbing into his lap and kissing him.

The rest of the campus may think it’s pathetic that I spent Valentine's Day alone and not with one of the puck bunnies that love the Wittmore hockey players. But I know better. Valentine's Day is for committed relationships—like the one I just got out of with my ex.

Nah, I’ll just stay home, eat my heart-shaped pizza, and grab some half-off candy tomorrow. At least that was my plan until a girl showed up on my doorstep looking for my roommate Axel.

Figuring this was a former hook-up, I tried to shoo her off, but she was persistent.

And cute.

Axel’s got a girlfriend now. I figure why not mend my broken heart with the girl Cupid dropped off at my doorstep? So I kiss her.

Not just a kiss, I realize. Her first kiss.

And when her overprotective brother finds out?

It’ll probably be my last.

Enticing the Enforcer:

"I’m selfish. I’m entitled. Even if I get you, I'm still going to want you again tomorrow.”

Being the most recognizable pop star in the world has its perks: Private planes, sold-out arenas, and a devoted fanbase called The Flock.

But it also comes with downsides. Every man I’ve dated has either wanted to use me, tame me, or shrink me to fit inside a box.

So when a bold, cocky hockey player leaves a note tucked inside my dressing room locker before a show, I should toss it in the trash.

Instead, curiosity wins, and Wittmore Enforcer, Jefferson Parks, slams into my life.

I was hoping I’d end the night with a little more than a kiss. Thought maybe I’d get to notch the infamous Ingrid Flockton off my very short, very exclusive list.

Ingrid Flockton is my #1.

I’m not talking about records sold or hits on the radio. I’m talking about the list I made freshman year. My sex list.

It’s a fantasy come true when she comes in town for her tour. I have a chance and I’m taking my shot. One night. One opportunity.

She thinks I’m a player, and she’s not wrong, but for the first time in my life, I want more than a win.

I want her.