Winger — Samantha Whiskey

One night. It was supposed to be one wild night with my friend -- a fiercely sexy chef. Now I can't stop thinking about her. Can't stop craving her flavor. And that was before I found out our no-strings night resulted in two little pink lines. As the number one Winger for the Seattle Sharks and the last man standing in our bad-boy trio, the only lines I'm familiar with are red and blue. But while hockey is my life, Jeannine branded herself on my heart. She's in so deep I couldn't cut her out even if I wanted to. What do I want? Everything. She wants to do this on her own -- she's never needed a man. The little bundle swelling her gorgeous body isn't going to change that. I've got three months to change Jeanine's mind -- to prove I'm ready to trade the nightlife for dad-life, but for once, my reputation off the ice isn't helping me score the girl. The harder I try, the higher she builds her walls. The thought of losing them both is more terrifying than a career-ending injury. Our clock is running down, and if I can't prove that I'm all-in for her and our baby, our chance at forever will end in a shut-out. This time I'm playing for keeps.