Birmingham Hornets Series by Camellia Tate

Noah. I came back to the UK to be closer to the family I left behind after college. Not to get involved with freshly-heartbroken lawyers. For the love of hockey, please, not the divorcées! Between my uncompromising captain and the younger sister that I barely knew, my relationships were complicated enough without Scarlett. Thankfully, she seemed to agree. Scarlett. No. Just no. My heart couldn’t handle another rejection, and certainly not from the hot new next-door neighbour... moreNoah. I came back to the UK to be closer to the family I left behind after college. Not to get involved with freshly-heartbroken lawyers. For the love of hockey, please, not the divorcées! Between my uncompromising captain and the younger sister that I barely knew, my relationships were complicated enough without Scarlett. Thankfully, she seemed to agree. Scarlett. No. Just no. My heart couldn’t handle another rejection, and certainly not from the hot new next-door neighbour. I didn’t care how much my heart raced for the hockey player that night on our shared patio, I had to put myself first and focus on moving ahead. Easier said than done. I’d made a mistake in my marriage, who was to say I hadn’t made a mistake in my career choice, too? Noah certainly seemed to think so. My mind painted vivid pictures of the two of us together until my resolution weakened. But hesitating for so long might mean I've lost my chance forever. What neither realise is that, sometimes, building a home takes more than sturdy walls and artistic decoration. Patient neighbours just might be the final piece of the puzzle. less

Tristan. The competition was heating up, and insomnia was my own private nightmare — not a good match. Add in the constant travel and a different bed every other night and you’d have me, overtired and underperforming. Was it any wonder that I occasionally misplaced important equipment? According to Neve, our unforgiving equipment manager, it was all my fault. She saw only what she wanted to see: a fortunate player standing in the way of her independence... moreTristan. The competition was heating up, and insomnia was my own private nightmare — not a good match. Add in the constant travel and a different bed every other night and you’d have me, overtired and underperforming. Was it any wonder that I occasionally misplaced important equipment? According to Neve, our unforgiving equipment manager, it was all my fault. She saw only what she wanted to see: a fortunate player standing in the way of her independence. It would have been fine, had I not come to depend on her…. Neve. Being promoted right before the European Cup playoffs was a dream come true. Jumping from Berlin and Amsterdam gave me the taste of travel that I’d always wanted. Between matches, I could tour each new city to my heart’s content. Tristan was the one sour note. He was the richest, most stuck-up player on the team and his old-fashioned ideas of chivalry drove me up the wall. Yet, as we travelled, I began to wonder if I was partly to blame for the tension that boiled between us. Can they set aside their tempers to see each other as they really are? less