Men with Wood Series by C.M. Seabrook

It's been almost a year since I've seen her, the only woman that's ever gotten under my skin, and made me wish I was a better man. More than just the washed up hockey player, turned sports journalist whose body is almost as scarred as his soul. Layla Harper made me hope again. But life has a warped sense of humor, and I wasn't the only Bennett brother that fell for the girl with the caramel colored eyes. The night I saw Travis with her I knew I'd lost, even before I had the chance to fight... moreIt's been almost a year since I've seen her, the only woman that's ever gotten under my skin, and made me wish I was a better man. More than just the washed up hockey player, turned sports journalist whose body is almost as scarred as his soul. Layla Harper made me hope again. But life has a warped sense of humor, and I wasn't the only Bennett brother that fell for the girl with the caramel colored eyes. The night I saw Travis with her I knew I'd lost, even before I had the chance to fight. Because one thing I never compete with my brother over is women. Even if the woman stole my breath, and my heart with one single kiss. And damn, what a kiss it had been. Now, she's pregnant with my brother's baby. A baby he wants nothing to do with. And he's asked me to clean up his mess. What he doesn't know is that I'm in love with her, and I have no intention of offering her the deal he's laid out. I have a deal of my own. One that will finally make her mine. less

As one of the top paid defensemen in the NHL, my life has been a revolving door of beautiful women and no-strings-attached sex. Until Brynne. It was only supposed to be a one-night-fling. Hell, it wasn't even supposed to be that. I knew the cardinal rule. Don't touch the coach's daughter. And for years, I kept my hands to myself. It wasn't difficult considering Brynne Jacobs hates my guts. She can't stand being in the same room as me - except for that one night... moreAs one of the top paid defensemen in the NHL, my life has been a revolving door of beautiful women and no-strings-attached sex. Until Brynne. It was only supposed to be a one-night-fling. Hell, it wasn't even supposed to be that. I knew the cardinal rule. Don't touch the coach's daughter. And for years, I kept my hands to myself. It wasn't difficult considering Brynne Jacobs hates my guts. She can't stand being in the same room as me - except for that one night. A night that left me hell bent on having more. Having all of her. But she took off. No text. No explanation. Not even a goodbye. Now she's back, but she's not alone. She's got a kid. A kid with all-too-familiar blue eyes and dimples. Math might not be my strong suit, but a quick calculation and I know the baby is mine. And she's delusional if she thinks I'm going to let her keep him from me. Damaged. Callous. Cold. Those are the words she uses to describe me. And I've never claimed to be anything more. But for her - for them - I want to be. I've been a fighter on the ice my entire life. Now, I'm fighting for the one thing I've spent my life running from - family. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a stand-alone spin-off of Second Draft. You do not have to read Second Draft first. No cliffhanger and a Guaranteed HEA. less

I’ve always played by the rules. But I’m about to break them all. Two years ago I found her. Body broken, beaten. And I knew the moment those blue eyes met mine that I would protect her no matter the cost. I just didn’t realize the price would be my heart. She’s my best friend’s little sister. The star of all my fantasies. Forbidden fruit, ripe for the picking. But the closer I get to her, the more I realize that she’s hiding more than just her desire for me. She’s playing a dangerous game... moreI’ve always played by the rules. But I’m about to break them all. Two years ago I found her. Body broken, beaten. And I knew the moment those blue eyes met mine that I would protect her no matter the cost. I just didn’t realize the price would be my heart. She’s my best friend’s little sister. The star of all my fantasies. Forbidden fruit, ripe for the picking. But the closer I get to her, the more I realize that she’s hiding more than just her desire for me. She’s playing a dangerous game. One that could have deadly consequences. First goal: Protecting her. Second goal: Making her mine. This isn’t a game I’m willing to lose. less