Full Contact Series by Kit Jade

I matched with a stranger on a queer hookup app. He’s bold. Filthy. Addictive in a way that makes me forget everything else. I don’t know his name. He doesn’t know mine. But when I'm at lunch with my girlfriend and see Micah Blackman standing there—my ex-best friend, the boy I kissed and then ruined—the game changes. Micah’s back after two years of silence. He’s inked, pissed off, and he's back on the team, the one I captain, which would be fine…if I didn’t still want him... moreI matched with a stranger on a queer hookup app. He’s bold. Filthy. Addictive in a way that makes me forget everything else. I don’t know his name. He doesn’t know mine. But when I'm at lunch with my girlfriend and see Micah Blackman standing there—my ex-best friend, the boy I kissed and then ruined—the game changes. Micah’s back after two years of silence. He’s inked, pissed off, and he's back on the team, the one I captain, which would be fine…if I didn’t still want him. If I weren’t still pretending I’m straight. If the last time we played together, I hadn’t ruined his life. And if I didn’t start to suspect the guy I’ve been falling for behind the screen might just be him. Secrets don’t stay hidden forever. And the closer we get to the truth, the harder it is to tell if we’re headed for redemption or one last disaster. This is a MM sports romance packed with angst, banter, and slow-burn heat. If you. Queer-awakening MMC trying (and failing) to stay in the closetSecond-chance romance with all the tension of ex-best-friends to loversSecret hookup apps that get way too complicatedSports settings with locker room tension, found family, and team dynamicsA golden-boy captain and a tattooed outcast colliding on and off the field…then this story was written for you. Expect snark, steam, late-night texting, and a whole lot of pining. Our MCs will fumble, fall hard, and figure out if they’re brave enough to claim the love they never got over. less

A grumpy trainer. A rookie goalie. One blizzard, one bed, and way too many Christmas lights. The rookie goalie with the Christmas-movie smile was never supposed to get under my skin. He’s loud, relentless, and far too good at seeing through the walls I’ve spent years building. I only agreed to that damn calendar shoot to shut him up. Now his laughter lives rent-free in my head. When the blizzard hit, I figured I could survive a few days of his cheer... moreA grumpy trainer. A rookie goalie. One blizzard, one bed, and way too many Christmas lights. The rookie goalie with the Christmas-movie smile was never supposed to get under my skin. He’s loud, relentless, and far too good at seeing through the walls I’ve spent years building. I only agreed to that damn calendar shoot to shut him up. Now his laughter lives rent-free in my head. When the blizzard hit, I figured I could survive a few days of his cheer. I didn’t plan on him looking at me like I was worth unwrapping. We said it was just to keep warm. Just a weekend thing. But then he keeps showing up—at the rink, in my bed, in my dreams—and suddenly I’m the one breaking all my own rules. He still believes in holiday magic. I stopped believing a long time ago. So why does he make me want to start again? Grumpy/Sunshine • Snowed-In • Holiday Fluff • Hockey + Forced Proximity • Dual POV. less

He’s my old teammate. My new rival. And the guy I can’t stop imagining against the glass. Hockey captain? That’s me. Closeted? Also me. Totally losing my mind because my old high school teammate just transferred to my college team and looks way too good in those stupid tight pads? …Yeah, that’s me too. Logan Brooks is out and proud now, and apparently, he hates me. The team thinks it’s because we both want to lead... moreHe’s my old teammate. My new rival. And the guy I can’t stop imagining against the glass. Hockey captain? That’s me. Closeted? Also me. Totally losing my mind because my old high school teammate just transferred to my college team and looks way too good in those stupid tight pads? …Yeah, that’s me too. Logan Brooks is out and proud now, and apparently, he hates me. The team thinks it’s because we both want to lead. But the truth? All our late-night “fights” in the rink are about something else entirely—and when I finally shut him up with my mouth, I know I’m in trouble. Now our “rivalry” comes with secret locker room hookups, stolen truck kisses after away games, and way too much heat for two guys who are supposed to hate each other. If anyone on the team finds out, I’m toast. But keeping my hands off him? Impossible. One Don’t fall for your teammate. less