Kristin Lee – лучшие книги

He’s hockey’s bad boy. She’s the coach’s daughter.
Will their forbidden love get him benched? Or will it force his darkest secret to light?

Brooke:
I didn’t know he was a hockey player.
He had no clue I was the coach’s daughter.
And he definitely didn’t know I had a son, the night he tickled my heart and so much more.
Not that I was hiding it. I just needed one night… for me. To be a normal college student, making bad decisions.
When I saw him on campus, his inked forearms and slate gray eyes ignited something in my heart I’m not ready to let go of.
We were never supposed to see each other again. Yet, we both knew once would never be enough.
But is he willing to ruin his chance at a professional hockey career for the forbidden single mom and her son?

Reed:
From the moment I met her, I knew she wasn’t like other girls.
The way she dressed, all covered from head to toe, and the bag she carried everywhere… screamed I have a secret.
But she’s not the only one with secrets and I guarantee mine are worse. At sixteen, my world went dark and instead of being hailed a savior, I was branded the bad boy.
I’ve done my best to live up to that image on the ice—the only place where I can unleash my anger. Hockey isn’t just my second chance… it’s my final shot at redemption.
Risking it all for my coach's daughter and her dino-loving son was never part of the plan.
Once she finds out the brutal truth of my past, and discovers the real me, there’s no turning back.
How can I apologize for protecting the people I love, even if it makes me a monster in a hockey sweater?

HIs name says it all.
Dane Greathouse brings twenty-five thousand people to their feet—chanting his name like he's God.
I admit I am one of them.
Lettie:
Since second grade when Dane used to pull my hair and chase me around the art table, we've ben inseparable.
The only girl at his birthday parties. The only boy allowed in my room. Camping. Swimming. Riding. You name it we've done it together, except the one thing.

How can I focus on punching my ticket to the Olympics and earning a gold medal in Equestrian if I can't get Dane out of my head and into bed? Just once and maybe I could get him out of my system.

Dane:
We’re graduating this year and if it goes as planned, I’ll be off to the NBA.

I’ve had it all mapped out since I was ten... to have Lettie by my side. In my bed. With a ring on her finger.
But Lettie Maxwell can’t take a hint and rather than lose my best friend, I stand by and watch her parade around in those short AF dresses and those riding boots, hanging on other guys.

I finally have an opportunity to make my move. It's now or never.

Or will fear of rejection and losing the most important person in my life keep us from stepping out of bounds? Or will we stand on the line, look at the basket and shoot to win?

He lives in the spotlight. She wilts under its heat.
Will he pass on love or play to win, no matter the cost?

Logan:
I’m a guy that sets a goal and achieves it, so when I was runner up for the Heisman Trophy and lost the National Championship game, I knew I would be back in a Stallions uniform for my senior year. Failure is not in my DNA.
This year—zero distractions—period.
My unexpected savior—my best friend’s twin sister and my new roommate. My idea to pretend she’s my girlfriend to keep the swarm of college hotties away is genius, since she's completely off limits. All I need is someone to pucker up and smile for the cameras.
Don’t get me wrong—I’ve been fantasizing about her since the first moment I saw her, but now her body is pressed against me, and unfamiliar feelings rattle against my ribcage.
I will not lose focus.
National Championship. Heisman Trophy. #1 Pick in the NFL draft.

Harper:
Moving in with my twin brother and his best friend was supposed to lessen my anxiety.
Now, my roommate, renowned campus playboy and playmaker, needs a date to the Stallion Awards—the athletic event of the year. Something about not wanting to say “no” to every girl in the room and he needs to keep his eyes on the prize… on football.
He’s six-foot-four with a body that could have been carved by Michelangelo himself. Hair to rival a certain biker from my favorite television show. And God, I love the sound of his voice when he makes cocky remarks and the sly grin that promises he can back it up.
It’s time I prove to my brother and family that I can handle my anxiety, pretend to be Logan’s girlfriend, and have a little fun before starting med school.
But his star shines so bright that suddenly, I’m on my knees and have no idea how I got here.

From USA Today Bestselling Author, Kristin Lee brings you a college romance that may break your heart.

If Adalee Summers thought walking across campus at night was safe, she was wrong.
But it wasn't the dark campus that caused her to lose it all—it was her thoughts.

The boys of summer dominated the Stallions campus, and the girls didn’t stop talking about the new baseball transfer. She heard all the rumors, but no more cocky athletes were in her future. Adalee had one goal...to win the Gymnastics All Around title and she wouldn’t be distracted, at least until she saw the transfer with her own eyes.
And with one glance, she ruined everything.

Hagan Chatham never thought in a million years he could break his own heart.

A new college and a new team was exactly what he needed after his girlfriend decided to have sex with another guy. But he found the Bluegrass State had plenty of gorgeous women. There was one sassy gymnast that caught his eye and captured his mind. But when he tried to mend her broken heart, he shattered his own.

Sometimes loving someone means letting them go.

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One crack of the bat drove us apart...
And it also binds us together—forever.
The silence and rejection stings.
But, at some point, I have to quit fighting for her—for us.

Wils
I’ve been pretending for so long, it’s become normal.
To the average person, I have it all…a multi-million-dollar contract to play baseball, four homes, and if I choose—my pick of any gorgeous woman on my arm.

The only problem?
The one woman I want—no, need—in my life completely erased me from her memory when we were only teens.
I’d give everything up for a second chance with Kenni Davis, my best friend’s little sister.
A tragic event that should have brought the two of us closer together, ripped us at the seams. She blames me for all of it.

Kenni
When a ghost from my past is traded to the Sarasota Sharks—where I’m the Public Relations Director—I’m hit with the realization that I cannot keep running from my past, no matter how desperately I want to.

The moment our eyes meet, I know he still loves me…
And I can’t deny that I still love him, too. But betraying my brother isn’t an option.

It’s been eight, long years since I’ve seen my soul mate. Wils thrusts himself back into my life and makes me second-guess everything. And honestly, I’m tired of running. Being near him again, after all this time, still brings me to my knees.
The only question that remains is if I’ll allow myself to get lost in Wilson Shepherd again.

And if I do…Will we both get our hearts broken all over again?

He negotiates contracts. She runs numbers. But when they're left alone, will late nights in the office ignite forbidden flames? Archer In three years, I've poured my heart and soul into the Sarasota Sharks. My goal? To make them winners in all respects of the word. Now my mission's accomplished, the team and staff respect me, and not because my father owns the team. Sounds great, right? But what do I do now? I have no personal life, and after my last horrifically failed relationship, I am not looking to strike-out. My hearts only got one last chance at swinging for love and I'm not ready to miss. But then SHE walked in. She struck me straight in the heart the moment I saw her. For the first time I am feeling things I thought I'd never feel again, Her glances, her sarcasm, that peephole blouse and those red lipsManaging —let's just say she's hard to resist.She reads me like a pitcher just waiting to strike me out. The problem? She came in for an interview and now she works for me. And like an idiot, I made the rule - no boss/employee relationships. Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Managing a professional baseball organization is easy. But controlling my feelings for my color-coding, pen clicking Financial Analyst is proving to be the most difficult task on my to-do list. Do I play by the rules and lose out?
Or do I risk it all and go for that home run to love?

Disaster strikes. Now the youngest, fastest baseball player on the Sharks is my roommate. It’s fine. He’ll be gone all the time, right? But I’ve already seen him in his boxer briefs and believe me, I can’t quit thinking about it. Oh, good Lord, he just came out of the bathroom with my beach towel wrapped around his muscular hips. Did I mention the beach towel says, “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun?” Yeah. I’m sharing a space with a gorgeous baseball player that sees me only as a friend. It's impossible not to want more so I tease him with my pajama version of daisy dukes. Will he sit on the bench or will he swing for love?

Patrick :
Can you imagine a World Series champion not having a date to his high school reunion?
Pathetic, huh? Insert weekend trip and fake date with a single mom. I didn’t become a professional athlete by chance. I took command of every aspect of my life. But now I can’t control my feelings about my gorgeous fake girlfriend—especially when she’s standing there wearing nothing but my college t-shirt, telling off my ex, or being mom of the year to the coolest kid I know. I’m a man that needs control and right now—I have none. Avery :
Engagement—Off.
Dating—On. So now, I’m making good on the date I bought and paid for with a major league baseball player and quasi-friend. All is well until I feel the need to save him from his ex and jump at the chance to be his fake-girlfriend for a weekend getaway. It’s there, sparks turn into a full-blown fire as we blur the lines between fantasy and reality. But when he's playing baseball with my son, pesky little butterflies flutter inside my soul. I need a reminder that he may love my son, but we are just friends—pretending to be more. Reality sucks—the lingering ghosts that shattered our hearts threaten to keep us apart.
Will we hit a home run or strike out—looking?