The Crawford Family Playbook Series by Kendall Hale

After my divorce, I swore off dating.No commitments, no complications—just a clean, quiet life.So when I’m assigned to fix Kaden Crawford—the grumpy hockey star with a reputation as the league’s biggest PR disaster—I’m determined to keep things strictly professional.But Kaden has a knack for creating chaos.The solution?Staging a fake relationship to save his reputation.My answer should’ve been a hard “no... moreAfter my divorce, I swore off dating.No commitments, no complications—just a clean, quiet life.So when I’m assigned to fix Kaden Crawford—the grumpy hockey star with a reputation as the league’s biggest PR disaster—I’m determined to keep things strictly professional.But Kaden has a knack for creating chaos.The solution?Staging a fake relationship to save his reputation.My answer should’ve been a hard “no.” But somehow, I’m tangled up in his mess—sharing staged kisses, dodging cameras, and trying to ignore the sparks we can’t control.The plan was clean up his image and move on.But the more we fake it, the messier it all becomes.The line between real and pretend is blurring, and I’m risking everything for a man I swore I’d never fall for.Faking The Shot is the first book in the Crawford Family Playbook series, featuring a determined divorcee publicist rebuilding her life—one play at a time—while facing off against a grumpy hockey player who’s more trouble than he’s worth… or so she thinks. less

Second Quarter Comeback is a swoony, hilarious second-chance romance featuring a sarcastic doctor—who’s a cooter coach—a cocky quarterback, and a past that refuses to stay in the locker room.The universe must have a sick sense of humor.Fourteen years ago, Killion Crawford broke my heart like it was just another move in his playbook. One minute, I was his everything; the next, he was calling an audible and choosing football over me. Fine. Whatever... moreSecond Quarter Comeback is a swoony, hilarious second-chance romance featuring a sarcastic doctor—who’s a cooter coach—a cocky quarterback, and a past that refuses to stay in the locker room.The universe must have a sick sense of humor.Fourteen years ago, Killion Crawford broke my heart like it was just another move in his playbook. One minute, I was his everything; the next, he was calling an audible and choosing football over me. Fine. Whatever. I moved on, built my career, and swore off quarterbacks for good.Now, thanks to a cruel twist of fate (or maybe just my own terrible luck), I’m living next door to him in New York. Killion, of course, is still infuriatingly charming, ridiculously good-looking, and somehow even better at worming his way under my skin than he was back in college.He swears we have unfinished business. That we should “go for it in the second half.”I swear I’m not playing this game again.But between our accidental run-ins, our very loud balcony arguments, and the world’s most manipulative kitten (how dare he choose him over me?), avoiding Killion is all but impossible. And the worst part? I’m starting to wonder if maybe—just maybe—he’s right. less

The universe has a twisted sense of humor.I’ve spent years building a life I could pack in a carry-on. No ties, no mess, no exes lingering like bad draft picks. Just me, my camera, and a healthy fear of anything resembling emotional stability.Enter Leif Crawford. NHL goalie. Human brick wall. Best friend since high school.He’s the guy who always shows up, even when I don’t ask (especially when I don’t ask).We’re opposites in every way... moreThe universe has a twisted sense of humor.I’ve spent years building a life I could pack in a carry-on. No ties, no mess, no exes lingering like bad draft picks. Just me, my camera, and a healthy fear of anything resembling emotional stability.Enter Leif Crawford. NHL goalie. Human brick wall. Best friend since high school.He’s the guy who always shows up, even when I don’t ask (especially when I don’t ask).We’re opposites in every way.He’s calm, collected, charming—alphabetizes his fridge and probably color-codes his emotional baggage.I’m a documentary disaster who panic-texts from foreign countries and gets rescued from dates with guys who think “baby” is an acceptable nickname for someone they just met.It worked. Until one tequila-fueled night with someone else blew it all up.Now I’m pregnant. Back in New York. Living with Leif while I figure out what the hell comes next.He wants to step up. Be involved. Be… more.Which would be easier to ignore if he didn’t look like a Norse god with goalie reflexes, rumpled T-shirts, and a tendency to whisper things that turn my spine into hot pudding.So here we are—arguing over strollers, dodging feelings, and breaking every friendship rule we ever made.And somehow, the scariest part isn’t falling for Leif Crawford.It’s realizing I might’ve already belonged to him.The Final Faceoff is a sizzling, hilarious friends-to-lovers, accidental pregnancy, he falls first hockey romance featuring a disaster documentary filmmaker and her broody NHL goalie best friend. less

She’s got a scalpel-sharp tongue. He’s got touchdown hands. And their rules? Toasted.I was just trying to move into my fixer-upper in peace. Then his dog broke into my kitchen.And that’s when Lucian Crawford—best football running back, professional menace, and the man who jogs shirtless like it’s his job (it might be)—stumbled into my life... moreShe’s got a scalpel-sharp tongue. He’s got touchdown hands. And their rules? Toasted.I was just trying to move into my fixer-upper in peace. Then his dog broke into my kitchen.And that’s when Lucian Crawford—best football running back, professional menace, and the man who jogs shirtless like it’s his job (it might be)—stumbled into my life.Now we’re sharing a fence, co-parenting his rebellious Vizsla, and exchanging wildly inappropriate texts that could definitely get me fired if I weren’t self-employed.He’s hot, insufferable, and too charming for his own good. I’m sarcastic, broke, and trying to save my crumbling vet clinic without falling into bed with the hot redheaded next door.He thrives on chaos. I am chaos.So obviously, when he offers me a “roommate situation” while my house gets gutted, I say yes. Because I make excellent life choices.We have rules.We have boundaries.We absolutely, positively should not cross them....We definitely crossed them.Now the only thing messier than my clinic’s plumbing is whatever’s happening between us.And I’m starting to wonder if this was more than a bad idea in the making.It might’ve been fate. Or worse… feelings.Texting, Trouble, and Touchdown is a slow-burn, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy featuring a chaotic vet and a hot running back who become roommates with very complicated benefits. less