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It was just supposed to be a one-night stand. Some no-strings-attached fun to help me get over my ex. And after the sizzling night Hunter and I had? Soon the only thing I can think about is when I’m going to see him again. But a blizzard descended on our mountain cabin in the middle of the night. Now Hunter and I are snowed in together. And we’re not the only ones. His two colleagues are staying in the cabin next door. And they’re even more handsome and flirty than he is.

He’s in black ice skates, ripped black jeans, and a yellow and black New Brunswick Wolverines shirt that fills out his vast shoulders, brawn biceps, flat torso, and anything else he has going down underneath his shirt. Reid doesn’t utter a word when he stops within two feet of me, even taller and more intimidating than yesterday because I think being on the ice is his superpower, and he looks like he can do anything on it. My life takes an unexpected turn when I meet Reid "The Reaper" Pierce- the grumpy enforcer for the New Brunswick Wolverines. When the gorgeous hockey bad boy is ...

Note to Readers: A different version of this book was previously published under the title "Our Invisible String" for US and international readers and a South Asian adaptation titled "Bowled by the Bride" is published for Indian readers. The steamy and hilarious new runaway bride sports romcom with a hunky sports star, curvy girl, age gap, and guaranteed HEA ending. If a hunky baseball star offered to give you anything you desired, what would you ask for? Ginny Mom told me I should accept my boyfriend’s proposal and settle down, raise a family, have a good life. She didn’t say anything ...

Is it so bad that I tricked my older brother’s best friend into taking my virginity? Maybe. In my defense, it was Dante Reid—my crush, my first love, and the one I ended up pushing away. Our paths split in opposite directions. I went to college on one coast while he returned to work with the US Army on the other. The end. Or so I thought. After graduating and attempting a bucket list of self-discovery, guess who I find standing outside the jail, bailing me out from a crime I didn’t commit? Dante freaking Reid—this time with more muscles, more tattoos, and more demands.