The coach ordered the entire hockey team into my yoga class…
Nobody told them to keep coming back.
I’m Romy. Eight years of touring as a dancer, one career-ending injury, and every penny I had went into a little yoga studio on Main Street. It’s beautiful. It’s warm… and it’s nearly empty.
Then the hockey season goes rough on the team—pulled groins, a defenseman who
I bet everything on the town’s steadfast hair salon.
One walk-in haircut made me the hockey team’s good-luck charm.
I’m Camille. Puckridge’s beloved stylist of forty years picked me to take over her chairs, her clients, and a monthly payment I have no idea how to make.
Then a winger with the best hair in the county walks into my empty shop. Turns out my predecessor gave every player a lucky cut before each season — and superstitious hockey players don’t skip tradition. Suddenly my chair is the most important seat in town.
Four of them keep finding reasons to stay:
Rhys — the winger who started it. He doesn’t even need a trim. He books one every week anyway.
Foster — the captain who brought me the whole team’s schedule before I’d said yes to any of it.
Judd — the enforcer who barely talks. My door stopped sticking, my chair stopped sinking, and he never said a word… he just fixed them.
Gideon — the beta who spent years as the team’s road-trip barber. He took one look at my work and retired on the spot… then never left.
Now my little shop smells like sweetgrass, pine, leather, and cedar… and the suppressants I’ve trusted for years decide this is the time to start slipping.
The team swears their whole season rides on my scissors. Fine by me. A good stylist knows exactly when to tease… and these four? I’m thinking the full bond treatment.
Knot Just a Trim is a steamy cozy omegaverse why choose romance featuring fated mates, grumpy sunshine, scent matching, found family, generous knotting, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
Perfect for readers who love:
• A make-or-break small-town salon and the hockey team that swears her cuts are lucky
• A warm sunshine heroine stepping into a beloved legend’s shoes
• Three hockey alphas, one sweet beta, and a town betting on when the grumpy enforcer will finally sit in her chair
• Scent matches, nesting, and knotting as her suppressants finally fail
• Reverse harem HEA with all four — no choosing required
threw out his back getting off the bus—and their coach marches up my stairs with a mandate: the whole roster needs my services, twice a week, all season. Enormous hockey players who cannot touch their toes.
My retiree clients are delighted. Because four of the players are becoming a problem:
I bet my last dollar on a shuttered tea room.
Now the whole hockey team thinks I can read their future… in their teacups.
I’m Esme. I read tea leaves the way my great-aunt taught me: part theater, part paying close attention. Two matches called right, and Puckridge decided I’m the real thing.
Then the hockey crew found my shop.
Four cups. Four men. The same signs in every one: warmth. Home. Someone close:
Cormac — the defenseman who walked in to prove me a fraud. Instead, he’s proving something else.
Reuben — the goalie who won’t start a home game without his Tuesday cup.
Marek — the winger who never asks for a reading, and acts in mysterious ways instead.
Alec — the beta who booked the team’s readings as a joke. He figured out the truth before anyone. He’s not telling.
I try to set them up with other women; yet they keep coming back to see me. And the suppressants I’ve trusted for years pick this fall to start slipping.
The whole town can see what I can’t. The leaves keep promising the same thing: someone is right for you. Someone close. And once I finally read my own cup properly… I intend to drain it to the last drop.
Knot in the Tea Leaves is a steamy cozy omegaverse why choose romance featuring a matchmaker who can’t match herself, found family, generous knotting, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
Perfect for readers who love:
• A tea-leaf reader who sets up every successful match in town except her own
• A grumpy skeptic losing the same argument twice a week — on purpose
• Nesting, scent matches, and knotting as her suppressants finally fail
• Reverse harem HEA with all four — no choosing required
Lars — the enforcer who hates the mandate… and falls asleep under my wool blanket every single class.
Beau — the winger who decided yoga is a sport and he intends to win it. There is no scoreboard. He’s winning anyway.
Anton — the veteran whose form is flawless. Except my hands found what all that perfect control is hiding.
Emil — the goalie who walked in suspiciously good. He’s been practicing in secret for years. I’m the only one who knows.
A hot, steamy room in a frozen town. Hands-on adjustments. Breath cues at close range, all winter. My suppressants have never been asked to handle anything like these four. They keep showing up early… and staying late.
And me? I’m about to find out exactly how flexible I can be.
Knot That Flexible is a steamy cozy omegaverse why choose romance featuring fated mates, forced proximity, touch intimacy, found family, generous knotting, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
Perfect for readers who love:
• A whole hockey team squeezed into one small yoga studio
• Three alphas, one secretly bendy beta goalie, and a class of delighted retirees
• The giant grumpy enforcer who snores through savasana every single time
• Nesting, scent matches, and knotting as her suppressants finally fail
• Reverse harem HEA with all four — no choosing required
