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To my fans, I'm known as Ivan Fitzgerald. To my teammates, I'm just Fitz. To the girl I've been talking to online, I'm ShootsAndScores. There's no doubt in my mind that the woman on the other side of the screen is completely out of my league. Why wouldn't she be? Sure, I'm a professional hockey player, but that doesn't mean anything when I'm shy and awkward in the most basic social situations, and she's a fiery vixen who oozes sex appeal.

Brooke - When my world unraveled, I needed an escape from reality, from the heartache and betrayal. I found that solace in the mountains of Montana. Now, a man and his two kids come storming into my quiet life, disrupting the peace I finally found. There's something about this man and his kids that stirs my overprotectiveness, pulling me into a new chapter I never anticipated. Adam - I have witnessed horrors beyond anyone's imagination. I have seen the darkest of dark, the sickest of the sick. With no hope of ever escaping this reality, I was at my wit's end.

I've spent the years since my divorce raising my son, not figuring out who I am or what I want. Especially not romantically. I've known I'm attracted to men, but I've never let myself explore anything. Not until a handsome stranger asks to share a ski lift, and suddenly I can't stop thinking about what I've been missing. Nash makes me laugh, and more importantly, he makes me feel safe and seen. And for the first time in a long time, I want to figure out who I am with him.

This is a collection of four full length enemies to lovers stories, all written by New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby.

Welcome to life as a wedding dressmaker for the rich and entitled of Manhattan. I’ve seen it all - from the most spoiled brides to the most egotistical Wall Street bros. The worst? Mark Holbrook. Billionaire. Arrogant. Knockout sexy. Certifiable jerk. He hates weddings, and I hate him.

When Mera Maurea goes to Lunor Insul to investigate the Night King's murder, she knows bringing her partner Sebastian Dhay is a mistake, mostly because he's the victim's freaking son. Things would be a lot easier if Bast's relationship with his four brothers wasn't so...explosive. As the culprit keeps attacking the Night Court, Mera and Bast will have to catch him before all remaining Dhays are dead. Everything is connected, and solving this case might just bring Mera closer to Poseidon.

Working undercover at a strip club is not my usual kind of job. If it weren’t a great opportunity to show the Mike Bravo team I can run my own op, I wouldn’t have agreed to it. When my boss asks me to befriend the biggest gossip in the establishment, the person who knows everything, I’m even more reluctant. Because that happens to be one of the dancers. The only dancer to catch my attention in all the wrong ways. I need to be professional or I will never prove I’m leadership material. Only problem is, the guy with the stage name Lemon makes me want to be anything but professional.

Some women are just off-limits. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting Elle Mariano. She’s clever, big-hearted, and the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. The thing is, she’s fighting the demons of her past and do I ever know how hard those are to battle. So I try my best to be her shoulder to lean on. Until the night we combust. And one night turns into hot, dirty days, and secret trysts. If it all sounds too good to be true, it is. Because once I learn the secret she’s keeping from me, my entire family’s future turns riskier than I ever imagined.

A dying priest. A forbidden relic. And a secret powerful men will kill to protect. When powerful men begin dying in grotesque and inexplicable ways, archaeologist Michael Rempart recognizes the pattern before anyone else does. The deaths point toward a secret buried decades ago—one powerful enough to destroy anyone connected to it.

As a Marine who jumps out of perfectly good airplanes for fun, you could say I'm fine with taking risks. But not when it comes to Shelby. For years, I've been firmly in the friend zone, right where she wants me. And since I won't risk our friendship, that's where I'll stay. But I can't pine over her forever. When I propose to my girlfriend and get rejected in front of the whole town, the joke's on me. Turns out proposing to the wrong woman because you can't have the right one is a bad idea. Shelby's always had my heart. Can I convince her to trust me with hers?

The protégé king wants the king un-seated but it will be war, and a bloody one. And you can only push a future queen so far before she says enough and proves she's as worthy for war as her man. Damion and Alana will come together to fight but first the boundaries of the past must fall.

Senior year's focus should be all about securing my spot with the Brooklyn Bears. I should be skating easy. I should be… but I'm not. I'm about to make an enemy out of the one person I should be bowing to—Coach Kosta. Not my fault he hired a smoke show to be our team photographer. One with hella curves, southern charm, and impeccable taste in men—me. One who confessed she'd never given herself to anyone but trusted that I was the right man for the job. They say, "sticks over chicks," but whoever coined that phrase had obviously never met a girl like Kameron Kosta, the coach's niece.

TREY: A shot straight to the heart. That's what I felt when I saw a drunken video of the beautiful, charismatic Gemma Fairchild with her author friends. They've created a book boyfriend builder business. I'm a famous baseball player and don't need help finding a woman but sign me up. Anything to...

You know the guy everyone loves in a strictly platonic manner? The one that people think is nice and funny and smart, but not in a romantic way? That's me. What's worse, not even my formerly straight best friend and current roommate, who I've had a crush on for years, saw me as anything other than his buddy. I blame myself, sort of. If I'd just been brave enough to tell him how I felt, maybe I'd have been the one to help him realize he liked men. That's why I decided to be bold. To put myself out there if I was interested in someone.

I’m not the type of girl who picks up a man on a rooftop bar — not the type who lets a man’s hands roam my body, discovering I have no panties on, never the girl who has hours’ worth of o’s from a smoking-hot one-night stand. But Dominick makes it so easy to say yes. His body, his moves, and his oh-so-wicked tongue have me saying it over and over again. Yes, please. Yes, more. Yes, right there. He worships every inch of my body, and I’m still sore the next morning when I meet him again.

Magic is a gift. A pretty miraculous one, in my opinion. It also comes with responsibilities—things like protecting the town that made this possible. Sadly, that means my last battle with the evil coven may have caused a tiny little problem. The spell that protects this place is fading. My power is fine, but a magical ritual like that takes six wixen to make possible. That means I have two choices: I can either let it fade or work with the assholes I just pissed off. Or, maybe I can find a third option?

Being with Crew is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Even better than getting called up to the majors. We may have started as a fling, but he's my end game, the part of everything I want beyond baseball. There's another guy in his life now, though, and he's making up for lost time with his son Grady. I've been trying to find my place with them, and most days I think I have. Other days, it's hard to ignore how Crew might want something easier for him and his son, a future without hotel rooms, stadium lights, and road games.

It's not a relationship, it's just a patchwork of tattoo sessions and sweaty secrets with a rock star. No big deal. I've been keeping this secret for four years, counting down the months in between visits from Onyx. To everyone else I'm “Hero” but he mostly just calls me “yes” and “more” while we trade heated kisses and wandering hands. I know it won't ever be anything more than a wild secret and eventually he'll get bored hooking up with a tattoo artist fifteen years too old for him from Nowhere, Wisconsin. But I'm more than happy to enjoy this while it lasts.

I’m the oldest virgin in major league baseball. And I’m in love with a woman who’s about to marry someone else. Listen. It’s not like I planned to still be a virgin at twenty-eight. Or to fall in love with the team trainer, who apparently would rather date a guy who wears polo shirts instead of baseball pants. But life doesn’t always go according to plan. When I first laid eyes on Lark Miller, I knew she was something special. Unfortunately, so did her boyfriend.

The job was supposed to be easy. Get my best friend's older brother back on his feet and put my life back together. But when we ended up sharing a bed, all those plans flew out the window. He was a notorious underground rodeo champion. Ladies' man and legend. It's not until he sustains an almost career-ending injury that his family learns his secret—he wasn't just the head of Sunny Brook Farms, after all. What started as professional morphed into something more, and not only because the cowboy refused to wear a shirt around the house. Not that I was complaining.