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Weekly Spotlight
Weekly Spotlight
November 14, 2025
A hockey player and a beaver walk into a bar…
I’m not a real beaver. I just play one for the Bloomburg Aspens.
You’d be surprised how many times I need to clarify that.
It’s not a traditional job, but between my yoga studio and playing the beaver, it pays the bills.
The beaver mascot gig also comes with one rule: Don’t reveal my identity to anyone.
Which wasn’t a big deal until I met this guy at the bar. A hot guy with a shy smile and a huge…wood.
Lukas Pine.
A hockey player for the Bloomburg Aspens.
He was only supposed to be a one-night stand, but we keep finding each other. Usually with our clothes off.
In my defense, I had to tell him. You should know you’re sleeping with the team mascot. Especially when the players aren’t supposed to know who I am.
Lukas is more than happy to keep it a secret, but there’s a new problem.
We’re not very good at hiding it.
And that’s when I learn riding pine isn’t always fun.
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The Roommate Game
by Lane Hayes
The hockey player, the figure skater, and the roommate situation…
Gus
No one throws a party quite like I do. Technically, I could have graduated three years ago, but I love Smithton, I love hockey, and the team needs a good captain with a positive outlook. That’s me. I love this town, and it loves me.
Well, except for my roommate.
Rafe doesn’t like me at all—total mystery. I’m a nice guy. Ask anyone. He’s the one with stick-in-the-mud-itis. Or maybe the nonstop partying is too much for him. It’s definitely taking a toll on me, and I’m trying to do better ’cause in a twist, Rafe’s not so bad.
He has a great smile, pretty eyes, cute dimples, and—
Oh, man. I think I have a situation.
Rafe
This cannot be happening. I’m a competitive figure skater with goals and big plans. How did I get saddled with a party-boy hockey-hero for a roommate?
Oh, yeah. I mistakenly assumed the captain of the hockey team would be goal-oriented. Wrong. Gus and I have nothing in common, and I have no idea how I’m going to survive a year of this.
But oddly enough, we’re good together in a crisis. So good, I’m beginning to wonder if we could be something serious. Something more than a couple of athletes playing the roommate game.
Killer of the Bells
by Zile Elliven
A classic tale where two suicidal people meet, fall in love, and try to keep each other from killing themselves, but, like, in a funny way.
Echo:
“Well-adjusted considering what you’ve been through.” That’s what my therapist likes to tell me.
If well-adjusted means following dangerous people to secluded areas in the hopes they’ll off me, then yes. I am the picture of mental health.
What’s a boy to do when his would-be murderer gets murdered?
Definitely not stalk the murderer.
Or openly set up camp on his front lawn.
Or tell him that, since he foiled a perfectly good suicide, he now owes me a murder.
Vale:
“Dangerous sociopath. Kill on sight.” That’s what my former captors like to say.
They’re not wrong. Killing just feels so good, but science feels even better, and sleep is a gift from the gods, so murder usually takes a backseat to them.
So what am I supposed to do when I eat the wrong person and his victim comes after me, demanding I finish the job?
Definitely not break into his house and sleep in his bed when he’s not around.
Or order a shipment of groceries to him every week to make sure he eats properly.
Or tell him that I plan on spending the rest of his life following him around to keep him safe.
Preyless
by C.S. Silverne
"You’re ours now, darling. Our sweet little prey. How does that make you feel?"
After the unexpected death of my abusive husband, I did the only reasonable thing someone could possibly do when one was utterly broken and looking for direction.
I moved across the country and started over.
It worked in my favor, thankfully. I had a roof over my head, food on the table, and I was slowly starting to accept the fact that I would never be the same girl—the girl who thought romance and intimacy should be nothing but sunshine and fairy tales—again.
That version of Rory Vale died with him.
Instead, I was a girl who desired a unique sense of darkness. A girl who not only wanted to be chased and adored, but also hunted and owned.
The only hangup?
I had found two men who wanted to give me everything I could ever desire. Two Navy SEALs who knew exactly how to give me what I needed. But if I said yes to them—to us—then I would belong to them forevermore.
Because while they wanted a third, they also wanted… a family.
And shockingly, I think I wanted that too.
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The Lucky Ones
by Felice Stevens
Keston:
I’m never lucky.
As a foster kid I bounced from home to home.
My tattoo parlor is my only safe space.
My days are spent making art and my nights are lonely, even when I’m not alone.
Then I meet him.
Bailey Marks.
The man who won’t stop talking and making me laugh. Making me want to see him again and again. But I don’t belong in his suit-and-tie world.
Bailey:
I’m never lucky.
I lost my father, and my so-called mother sees me as a bank account. I spend my time bailing my sister out of trouble, but she’s all I’ve got.
Except my law practice, which is the only thing that’s totally mine.
I tell too many jokes to hide how lonely I am, and I have way too many one-night stands.
I just want someone to love.
Then I meet him.
Keston Harris.
The gorgeous loner who’s closed off his emotions, with walls higher than the Empire State building. One kiss from him, and I’m a goner.
We’re two lonely hearts, unlucky in life and love, failed by people who should’ve been there for us.
What we do know is, the world feels better when we’re together, and life seems easier now that we have each other.
Trust issues? We’ve got a million of them.
Yet we keep turning to each other when life gets tough.
But it’s nothing serious.
Maybe if we say it often enough, we’ll believe it.
And maybe…just maybe, we’ll finally be one of the lucky ones.
A Rogue In Sight
by Alice Winters
Asmodeus (Deus)
Some call me a villain.
Some call me a hero.
But I really just want Ellison to call me a sexy beast.
It all starts when I’m tasked with keeping my new BFFs alive on a camping trip. Easy, right?
Wrong.
One thing leads to another, and suddenly, there’s a target on Ellison’s head. The problem is that I’ve never been incapable of finding my mark before. How exactly do you find someone who you can’t see? You can’t hear? A person you can’t find until they’re right there?
But I will find them because they’ve never met someone like me.
Don’t worry, keeping my friends safe and saving inconsequential humans (mostly by accident) comes at a small price (maybe around $62,332.69 if I decide to charge for having to hear Landon rave about books).
But getting prim and proper Ellison to fall in love with me?
Priceless.
Ellison
As someone who has always worked from the sidelines, I’m reluctantly drawn out into the spotlight alongside Asmodeus after being attacked. Asmodeus is determined to keep me safe, but at what cost?
I’ve done everything alone for my entire life, but why is it that I can’t look away from him (even when he’s shooting the world’s(?) largest ball of yarn)? Asmodeus sees past my aloof persona and makes me willing to take some risks and break some rules.
But I’m terrified that all of this is going to destroy the happiness he’s brought me.
And I need to fight, not only for myself but for our future together.
Sugar Rush
by Bree Hollis
Some recipes require a little heat to work.
Archer has spent years perfecting his craft—classical training, precise techniques, and a reputation as the city's most meticulous baker. The last thing he needs is a viral video feud with some YouTube amateur who thinks "vibes and good intentions" can replace proper skill.
Enter Nico: self-taught, spontaneous, and everything Archer has been taught to dismiss. With two million followers and a smile that makes Archer's carefully controlled world tilt sideways.
When the Tinsel & Tingles app pairs them as partners for a charity baking competition, Archer's convinced it's a disaster waiting to happen. Three days of forced collaboration with the man who publicly called his techniques "ridiculously overcomplicated"? No thank you.
But somewhere between flour explosions and stolen kisses, Archer discovers that Nico's chaos might be exactly what his too-controlled life needs. And Nico learns that technique and heart aren't enemies—they're ingredients for something extraordinary.
This Christmas, the perfect partnership is the one that breaks all your rules.
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