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Knot from Scratch by Kara Kaminski
Categories: English Books, Fiction, New Arrrivals,
I moved here to survive by serving coffee and lattes. Head down.
Then the same four hockey players start showing up every morning… and the fifteen minutes they spend at my counter becomes the best part of my day.
I’m Petra. I work the morning shift at the cafe—5 AM open, espresso bar, the slot nobody else wants. I’m fast, I remember every order, and I make people feel welcome without making it a thing.
Most people buy flowers for someone else.
This time… they’re for me.
I came back to Puckridge to save my mother’s bakery.
I didn’t expect my ex to show up at dawn with coffee… and that he remembers how I take it.
Five years ago, I left with a duffel bag and a note on the counter. Miles Ashford — my alpha, my first love — chose hockey over me one too many times, and I was done being the thing that fit around everything else.
I built a life. I didn’t look back.
Now my mom’s recovering from surgery, the oven dies mid-batch, and three wedding cakes, two hundred cookie boxes, and a six-foot gingerbread house are all on me. What shows up? Four hockey players in my mother’s kitchen with rolled-up sleeves and flour on their hands:
Miles — the ex who’s been shoveling my parents’ walkway at 5 AM without telling a soul. Same scent: dark chocolate and woodsmoke.
Bram — warm grin, open heart, steals raw cookie dough faster than I can slap his hand.
Sterling — dry, precise, and quietly devastating… especially with gingerbread house shingles.
Holt — the beta who talks about nothing until my hands stop shaking and I can breathe.
My suppressants are cracking. Their scents are baked into every surface of this kitchen. And I keep carrying their hoodies upstairs without realizing it.
I remind myself of my one rule: I don’t fall for hockey players. Not again, anyway.
They don’t push. They just keep showing up. Piping icing at midnight, catching me when I burn out, making this kitchen feel like home.
The problem isn’t just that Miles is different. It’s that I can see exactly how much… and I’m terrified it’s real.
Because the last time I wanted this, I drove away crying on the highway. And this time, I don’t want to leave… and I don’t want to choose.
Knot from Scratch is a cozy, steamy omegaverse why choose romance featuring a second-chance ex, a bakery in crisis, baking as foreplay, nesting as a love language, generous knotting, and a guaranteed happily ever after.
Perfect for readers who love:
• Second chance romance with an ex who finally learned how to show up
• A bakery heroine with flour on her hands and a bruised heart
• Hockey alphas who build gingerbread houses
• Nesting, knotting, and scent recognition that won’t quit
• Cozy Christmas cottagecore vibes with a small-town bakery at the heart
• A beta hero who keeps her steady when everything else falls apart
• Found family built one borrowed hoodie at a time
• HEA with all four — no choosing required
I’m Laurel. I run the flower shop. Three years of building it from a
Half of Puckridge thinks I’m dating a hockey player.
He walked into my studio wanting me to cover a broken bond scar.
I told him no… and then I told him to sit in my chair anyway.
I’m Dani. I run Black Spruce Tattoo above Juniper & Rye, and every piece I put on someone’s skin has to mean something. Cause ink is forever, and I won’t bury someone’s grief under pretty linework just as a band-aid.
So when this giant, guarded alpha drops into my studio demanding I hide a broken bond mark, I say no. Pick a real piece. A sleeve. Something you actually want. If he still wants the cover-up after we’re done, we’ll talk.
He comes back. He sits. He lets me touch him for hours.
And his scent, leather and smoked cedar… it gets past my suppressants like they aren’t even there:
Nash — the Rinkrats’ enforcer. Hands like steel, a voice he barely uses, and a scar he keeps touching like it’s vital.
Reid — the charmer who walks in wanting his own ink and turns my studio into a bright spot I didn’t ask for, but want anyway.
Corbin — the quiet defenseman who sits in my armchair with a book and somehow knows what my sketchbook means to me.
Pax — the beta with a camera, the one who sees exactly how my hands move when I’m working.
Then the team’s PR coordinator wants me to fake-date Nash for the charity calendar. Ink artist, on-ice enforcer, beauty-and-the-beast. The money will fund the studio additions I’ve been dreaming about. I say yes.
It’s supposed to be performance. Posed. Staged. Safe.
Except Nash’s arm is around my waist in front of Pax’s lens, and I’m leaning into him without thinking, and my one rule — don’t want what you can’t choose — is cracking one session at a time.
My suppressants are losing. My apartment already smells like all four of them.
And I’m starting to wonder if the most meaningful thing isn’t the ink I put on their skin… but the mark I choose.
Knot Under My Skin is a cozy, steamy omegaverse why choose romance featuring soft enemies-to-lovers, a tattoo artist heroine, fake dating for a charity calendar, forced proximity in the tattoo chair, scar-to-art healing, nesting as a love language, generous knotting, and a guaranteed happily ever after.
Perfect for readers who love:
• Enemies-to-lovers where she tells him no and he keeps coming back
• A tattoo artist FMC with steady hands and sharper integrity
• A broken-bond alpha learning how to be touched again
• Fake dating that stops being fake
• Forced proximity in a tattoo chair, session after session
• Hockey alphas, a creative beta, and a small town rooting for you
• Nesting, knotting, and scent recognition under cracking suppressants
• Reverse harem HEA with all four — no choosing required
The other half is wondering how many.
I’m Clover. I run the little dispensary on Main Street. My shop can help with sleep or settle pregame nerves without breaking a sweat.
What I can’t fix is being the woman this town likes yet never quite knows. The weed girl. A vibe. Nobody’s dinner guest.
Then somebody snaps a blurry photo of the team captain leaving my shop, and Puckridge loses its mind.
Now the gossip says I’m running a hockey-player delivery service, the team’s PR guy is mid-meltdown, and four men keep finding reasons to walk back in:
Zane — the buttoned-up captain, mortified to be seen here yet physically incapable of staying away.
Kit — the team clown who told the whole roster about my edibles and thinks my blushing is a spectator sport.
Archer — the winger who hasn’t slept right in years, until one custom blend and one long afternoon in my shop.
Perry — the beta who marched in to do damage control and somehow stayed for much more.
My suppressants are slipping. My greenhouse smells like all of them. And the loneliness I’ve been covering with a good playlist and a smile? Turns out the only cure is a pack.
Let the town keep score. It was never going to be just one. I’m choosing them all.
Knot That High is a cozy, steamy omegaverse why choose romance featuring a small-town dispensary, a grumpy captain, a shameless charmer, slow-burn forced proximity, found family, generous knotting, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
Perfect for readers who love:
• A whole town placing bets on which hockey player she’s dating
• A warm, funny, sunshine heroine who’s everyone’s good time and nobody’s first call
• A buttoned-up captain who comes apart for her
• Slow-burn forced proximity in a cozy small-town shop
• Hockey alphas, a sharp-eyed beta, and a town that won’t mind its business
• Nesting, knotting, and scent recognition under failing suppressants
• Reverse harem HEA with all four — no choosing required
My little orchard is in serious need of help.
Then four hockey players show up to pick my apples… and me.
I’m Wren. I run an orchard outside Puckridge. Twenty acres of apples, three acres of berries, and a 4:45 alarm I’m already awake for.
It’s the only life I trust. Trees don’t pack a suitcase. Trees don’t move to Boston. Trees stay.
Then the hockey team rolls in for a community-service harvest day. Almost two dozen hockey players in matching T-shirts, half of them lost in the orchard by lunch. Most leave by sundown.
Four come back the next Saturday. And the one after. And the one after that:
Emmett — the alpha who grew up on a dairy farm and looked at me like he already knew the answer.
Griffin — the team’s chaos, all dark hair and a grin.
Sully — the builder who decides I need a nesting nook and just builds it.
Arlo — the beta with no biological pull to be here who shows up before dawn anyway with good coffee.
My suppressants are slipping. The barn smells like four scents layered into the hemlock. It would be so hard to pick just one… and that’s why I’m going to choose all four.
Knot My Harvest is a cozy, steamy omegaverse why choose romance featuring a small-town apple orchard, slow-burn forced proximity, nesting, scent recognition under failing suppressants, generous knotting, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
Perfect for readers who love:
• A capable orchard heroine who’s been doing it alone too long
• Four hockey teammates who keep finding reasons to come back
• Slow-burn forced proximity in a cozy small-town setting
• Apple harvest, cold pressed cider, and a barn that smells like all of them
• Failing suppressants, fated-mate scent recognition, and pack bonds finally claimed
• Reverse harem HEA with all four men — no choosing required
market stand into a real brick-and-mortar place where people walk in looking lost and walk out holding something beautiful.
I make love visible for everyone else. Anniversaries. Weddings. Apologies in petals and stems.
Nobody has ever sent me an arrangement… until now. And whoever picked the stems was thinking about me hard enough that his scent is still in the petals. Could it be one of the four hockey players paying attention to me:
Tobias—the forward with a quick smile.
Gage—the center with watchful eyes.
Milo—the beta goalie.
Soren—the deliberate defenseman.
My suppressants are slipping. My shop smells like four scents I can’t stop thinking about. And every Friday a new arrangement appears, soaked in pheromones, saying things in flowers no one has ever said to me.
I’m going to figure out which one of them it is… and then I’m going to claim them all.
Knot Just Flowers is a cozy, steamy omegaverse why choose romance featuring a small-town florist, slow-burn pheromone heat, fated-mate scent recognition, nesting, generous knotting, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
Perfect for readers who love:
• A florist heroine who reads people in petals
• Four hockey men slowly falling for the same woman
• Anonymous secret-admirer arrangements with hidden meanings
• Failing suppressants, fated-mate scent recognition, generous knotting
• Cozy small-town setting
• Nesting, pack bonds, and reverse harem HEA with all four men
Nobody here knows me. That’s the point. I came to start clean, one shift at a time, a
My knitting shop is simple, classic, homespun.
Then four hockey players walked in… and unraveled me.
I’m Gemma. I run a yarn and fiber arts store on a side street. Walls of yarn organized by color, a kettle always on, a community table where half the town learned to make something with their hands.
I take care of everyone. That’s the deal. They come in lost and leave with a project to work on and a cup of tea, and the warmth I build all day goes home with them. I’ve never once asked anyone to leave warmth behind for me.
Then a six-foot-three defenseman signs up for the beginner knitting class. I put my hands over his to guide the stitch. My scent spikes. His pupils blow wide. Neither of us says a word about it. The following Thursday, three more show up:
Everett—the quiet defenseman with hands too big for the needles.
Vaughn—the forward who came to mock his teammates and stayed to compete.
Ronan—the center who notices when I haven’t eaten.
Thatcher—the beta goalie who fixes the wobbly shelf like it’s his job.
My suppressants are slipping. The shop smells like four scents layered into the wool. I start knitting things for them—a scarf in the blue of one man’s eyes, gloves the second one didn’t ask for, a hat for the third, wrist warmers for the fourth—and I don’t notice that my scent is soaking into every fiber.
The pack figures out what I’m doing before I do. And then they start giving back. Which one is going to unmake me? Not just one… all of them.
Knot Unraveled is a cozy, steamy omegaverse why choose romance featuring a small-town yarn shop, slow-burn pheromone proximity, knitting-as-nesting, fated-mate scent recognition, generous knotting, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
Perfect for readers who love:
• A nurturing heroine who gives until she forgets to receive
• Four hockey men crammed around a community table with needles too small for their hands
• Handmade gifts that secretly say mine
• Failing suppressants, fated-mate scent recognition, generous knotting
• Cozy small-town setting with tea and merino in the air
• Nesting, pack bonds, and reverse harem HEA with all four men
nd I wasn’t looking for anything but quiet.
Then the players started coming in. Same time. Same booth. Same orders. By the end of my first week I had them memorized:
Stellan—the one already at the counter before dawn, black coffee, both hands around the cup.
Colby—the one with the ridiculous order that changes every week just to keep me talking.
Holden—the one who never says much but clears the ice off my sidewalk before the sun’s up.
Rafferty—the beta who knows everyone and somehow gets me involved with the whole town.
My suppressants are slipping. The booth smells like four scents I can’t stop noticing. And seeing them each day is turning into the one thing I never let myself want—a place that feels like home.
I’ve spent my whole life passing through. This time, I want to stay. And I want all four of them.
Knot Your Barista is a cozy, steamy omegaverse why choose romance featuring a small-town cafe, a fresh-start heroine, fated-mate scent recognition, nesting, generous knotting, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
Perfect for readers who love:
• A strong FMC building a fresh start one shift at a time
• Four hockey men who somehow turn a coffee order into a love language
• Slow-burn forced proximity through a daily morning ritual
• Small-town found family and a town that holds its people close
• Failing suppressants, fated mate scent recognition, generous knotting
• Nesting, pack bonds, and reverse harem HEA with all four men