I never meant to say a word, not one single word.
But I did.
Now because of something I leaked—without even realizing it—I've inadvertently broken up one of the Ice Knights' most legendary bromances. And worse—I've kicked hockey star Ian Petrov's grumpy level to insane levels of grump.
And what could make it worse? How about the two of us being trapped together in a remote cabin after a massive blizzard. Neither of us
I've loved him from afar.
Though most times he's only a foot away.
I'm smart enough to know he'll never be anyone's forever.
He checks all the bad boy boxes. Tattoos. Check. Motorcycle. Check. Chip on his shoulder. Check check.
If he wasn't my neighbor and friend I may have thrown myself at him. Okay, yeah. I wouldn't. Because guys like Dylan don't want a woman who writes kid's math textbooks under him...
He's not your average Joe from the corner bar.
He's the heir to the crown.
I should know, I've followed him for years.
Not in a stalkerish way. Magazines and online gossip blogs are fair game when you're royalty.
But I do know every detail about him, down to the brand of boxer briefs he wears.
All my studying of the man who plays a starring role in my dreams pays off when I win a dinner with him. As if that wasn't...
Let's say you're an independent, self-sufficient woman who runs the family company and you find yourself falling for your little brother's best friend. Now, more than ever, you need to count all the reasons why you need to abandon falling.
Abandon Falling #1 – He's a womanizer. Hasn't had a serious relationship a day in his life and changes women more often than he changes his sheets.
What's a girl to do after being ditched at the altar by text message? That's right. Text. Message.
How does she pick up the pieces and move on? I'm no Dear Abby but here's a little free advice...
Advice #1 – First, purge your apartment of all things him—by tossing his belongings off the balcony.
Advice #2 – Do not, I repeat do not, throw anything out into the hallway
If you're having fun living your bachelor life in your Alaskan hometown and out of nowhere a woman shows up holding a baby she insists is yours, you need a plan—a birth plan.
BP Step #1 – Lift your jaw off the floor.
BP Step #2 – Figure out the baby's age—do the math.
BP Step #3 – Try to remember the woman and with any luck, her name.
If you're a guy like me, and you find yourself having banged your sexy new boss—the school principal—in the back of your Jeep one drunken night, here's a few takeaways based on my experience...
Lesson One: Always get her FULL name.
Lesson Two: Consider asking what she does for a living.
Lesson Three: Find out why she's moved to town. Get details. Details...
American Heavy Metal is Tiffani Ellis's sanctuary, or at least it was before her dad died. Being in charge means her own dreams are firmly on the back burner. Now she spends as much time fixing problems as she does the cars she loves. She's already struggling to find...
She's got two strikes against her.
Her name is Erickson and her parents own The Bagel Place.
It wasn't always that way. When we were nine, we were best friends. But then a feud between our dads ripped their successful business apart—and my best friend was ripped away too.
Our paths were bound to cross again. When both our families vie for the same spot on a Food Channel's reality show,...
Three tattoo guns.
Five motorcycle tires.
That's what I lost before I realized nothing good comes from dating my co-workers.
Usually, I don't have much self-control. So, the fact that Frankie Grant is a hot, talented tattoo artist means it's a damn miracle she hasn't already been in my bed. But nothing can happen between us because Frankie comes with Jolie, her young daughter, and a crap load of...
She was always the one.
Or so I thought.
Turns out my instincts were dead wrong.
Years ago I was faced with the choice between two women. Both were perfect in opposite ways. One was carefree and against commitment. The other was a woman you'd bring home to mom.
I was young, naïve and stupid. I'm sure you can guess who I chose.
Now, I'm older, wiser and know what the hell I want.
So, when the same two...