Dropped Puck Series

Elizabeth "Bitsy" Thayer considers herself a modern-day woman with a 1950s flair. Mixing in her penchant for pin-up style day dresses and a bold red lip, she's in her last year of law school, living on her own in an apartment she loves, and dating a respectable guy. If only her boyfriend were the one starring in her dreams each night. No, that honor goes directly to her brother's roommate, teammate, and best friend: Henry "Hank the Tank" DuBois.

Guys claim three minutes is a long time, so imagine what it means to be seven minutes older than your identical twin. We may look exactly the same—even down to our cupid’s bow lips—but our personalities couldn’t be more different. She’s foot loose and fancy free while I’m the responsible one. I’ve always been okay with that, too, but recently I’m feeling stifled by the constant pressure to be perfect. Date the perfect guy. Have the perfect job. Live in the perfect apartment. Perfection has a heavy cost. Am I willing to keep paying it?

A quick trip home for Christmas ends up rerouted when Nick and Eve find their flight emergency landed in Nashville due to an unexpected ice storm. Will tinsel and trinkets be the only thing exchanged this holiday season? Or will they be permanently added to the naughty list?

I'm the best goalie in the league. That's not me shooting the shit. I've got the stats to back me on this. My ability to see the ice, predict plays before they happen, read the players are all skills I've honed since the first time they strapped me into a pair of skates. But it's not just the ice where I enjoy watching people. That part of me is something no one can ever know. Makes finding The One difficult. But finding The One for tonight? That I can do.

Coach Tommy HarMy world revolves around two things: Hockey… and my daughter Clara. Since my “ex” left Clara with the door attendant of my apartment building five years ago, I’ve managed to make it work pulling double duty. Coach of the best professional hockey team in the league plus mom and dad. Would that be triple duty? Whatever. When my go-to babysitter has to bow out to finish her education before taking the bar, I find myself struggling to be everything to everyone for the first time ever.

It's been over a decade since the person I considered one of my best friends up and disappeared on me. I tried keeping tabs on her, but years spent on the road as a professional hockey player made that virtually impossible. Now I'm close to my family for the first time in forever, the Sharks have a real shot at that elusive Cup, and even my baby sister found love with my best friend. Everything is looking up. So why does it feel like there's still something missing?