"Three words to describe Kennedy Carter?
Smart. Driven. Killer legs. See also: my last hope of winning a national football championship.
Okay, so technically that’s more than three, but I’ve got bigger problems at the moment.
Thanks to a drunken dare, Waverly University is short a kicker and with the home opener in three weeks, I’ll do whatever it takes to lead my team to victory. Even if it means poaching talent from the women’s soccer team. Or recruiting a sassy, STEM-loving feminist who wants nothing to do with football or me.
Fortunately, Kennedy Carter has a weakness. One I’m not above exploiting if it gets her to play ball.
Sparks fly and the more time we spend together, the harder it gets to fight the sizzling attraction. But Carter’s off limits and if word of our teammates with benefits arrangement gets out, I’ll be riding the bench. I’ve always played by the rules, but this is one game I can’t afford to lose.
Not when it means choosing between my legacy and claiming Carter."
"DJ Parker is a Grade A Pr*ck…
The guy struts around campus like he’s God’s gift to Wildcat football, but I know the truth.
He’s arrogant, obnoxious, and terrible in bed.
Two years ago, we hooked up and the only memorable thing about it was the fact that he called me the wrong name and ghosted me afterward. So when he moves in next door, who could blame me for wanting a little revenge?
Too bad my prank didn’t go as planned. Now my gymnastics scholarship is on the line and I’m stuck playing Waverly’s mascot for the rest of the semester.
The only thing worse than the fur suit? Cheering for the guy who shattered my confidence.
Parker is everywhere I look these days, and time has done nothing to diminish our chemistry, so when he vows to redeem himself and suggests an enemies-with-benefits arrangement, I’m down.
After all, Parker and I will never be anything more… Not when we’re fighting for the same internship. Only one of us can finish first, and this time, it’s going to be me."
"Brady Vaughn is sweet, sexy, and totally into me…
Too bad I don’t have time for distractions, especially the relentless football player kind. If I want to graduate next semester, I need to focus on student teaching, not on my love life. But Brady’s incredibly hard to resist. Not only is he the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever laid eyes on, he has the personality to match. He’s sweet. Attentive. Real.
When he crashes my pole dancing class, swearing he’ll return every week until I give him a shot, I’m certain he’ll be the first to crack. But with each passing week, he’s melting my defenses, and it’s getting harder and harder to resist his quiet charm.
The only problem? He doesn’t know about my side hustle as a camgirl, and I plan to keep it that way.
As much as I like Brady, I can’t risk my future—or my career in education—on anything less than a sure thing.
If life has taught me anything, it’s that there are no guarantees, and if my secret gets out, I’m not the only one with something to lose…"
"What’s a girl have to do to lose her virginity around here?
When I decided to ditch my V-card, I figured Greek Row was a sure thing.
I didn’t count on Cooper-the-cockblocking-jockhole-DeLaurentis or his misguided sense of bro code putting an embarrassing end to my hookup. After all, Waverly’s star wide receiver is the most notorious player on campus.
He’s arrogant. Infuriating. Sexy as hell.
Just ask him.
Worse? He’s made it his personal mission to scare off every guy who shows an interest in me. But I’m not about to be outwitted by a hypocritical baller with more ego than sense. I may be a hot mess, but I’m no pushover.
Two can play this game, and I’m playing to win. Welcome to the cockblockalypse..."
"Well, my fellow corporate drones, it's another less-than-exciting investor meeting with the executives (Loud Talker, Human Buzzword, Master Delegator). And at the front, CEO Nick Hart, the world's coldest—and ok, unbelievably sexy—tech badass. The man hasn't smiled in the history of ever, he runs a tight ship filled with miserable employees, and gosh, he just really does not love feedback. Especially from me.
Development updates, acquisition delays, and . . . holy hell, why does he keep looking at me? I don't work for him. I work for his brother. Which is good, because otherwise I'd spend every meeting secretly wondering what actually lies beneath that cool, aloof demeanor. Like, is he an uptight geek in the boardroom . . . and a sexy-assed freak in the bedroom?
He'd better not find out I'm the one stuffing the company suggestion box. What's so wrong with a Valentine's Day Social, anyway? But the fact that my notes are less professional and more entertainment is one seriously dangerous game. Because if he ever found out what I really thought of him, there'd be all kinds of sweet, delicious hell to pay . . .
Contains mature themes."
"Lucy Gonzalez might have once been a stressed personal assistant, but now she's hitched up her grandma's bitchin' vintage Airstream and hitting the road with all the best places to find cheap eats and see the sights on a shoestring budget.
And she has company along for the ride. If those thirst-worthy abs seem familiar, it's because they belong to billionaire Miles Hart. True story, he used to be Lucy's boss until she quit on him. Something about not being appreciated? Anyway, you will appreciate Miles—and his groveling—plenty on this trip.
Now, you have front-row seats to the hottest trip of the year. Sparks! Fireworks! Unexpected smooching! And you won't want to miss the jaw-dropping surprise that will make this destination totally worth the hilarious journey . . .
Contains mature themes."
"It's time for everyone's favorite bad boy, Prince Alexander Stanley, to clean up his act. Given the opportunity to lead a new royal program that aids veterans and their families, Xander can't afford to be making scandalous headlines anymore. He has only two months until the program launches. No more overindulging. No more women.
Everly Wilson has kept a secret for years. She was the mastermind behind the celebrity dirt website Royals Gone Wild, which exposed some of her home country of Valeria's juiciest secrets. But once she was out of school, she left the website behind, moved to New York, and became a serious writer.
A seriously broke writer. If she doesn't find a fresh story, she'll be out on the street, with nothing but her laptop and a stack of unpaid medical bills.
But when a friend's wedding brings her home, it seems like the fates have aligned to deliver her the scoop of the year. Prince Alexander is suddenly on a mission to clean up his act, avoiding the escapades he once embraced—and she's determined to catch his inevitable screwup. So when things between them start to heat up, Everly might be the one royally in trouble this time . . .
Contains mature themes."
"A light romantic comedy sure to leave you smiling . . .
Elena Murphy is doing just fine—if you don't count her struggling art studio, her ex-boyfriend suing her, and accidentally tossing purple paint onto a man who just happened to be in the wrong place at the very worst time. And not just any man, but freaking royalty. The World's Most Eligible Bachelor, to be exact, with the paparazzi catching the whole embarrassing incident on camera.
Could her life be any more of a dumpster fire?
Yes it could. Now she's getting dragged online and her clients are disappearing faster than free drinks at happy hour. And just when she thinks things can't possibly get worse . . . His Royal Hotness decides the best way to fix this mess is to make her the envy of New York—by pretending to date.
Because what's worse than a prince treating her like his very own Cinderella, including dreamy nights at the theater and a nearly X-rated pottery date? Reminding herself it's all fake.
Contains mature themes."
"Sidelined by a potentially career-ending injury, the only thing hockey player Ryan Douglas should be thinking about is his recovery. But after sharing a near-death experience with a spunky brunette, the only thing on his mind is five and a half feet of sexy sarcasm. And he’ll do whatever it takes to get her back in his bed—even if it means playing dirty.
Chloe Jacobs is done with fairytales. And men. She’s kissed her share of frogs and what’s it gotten her? Dumped by text—again. The last thing she needs is a pushy, arrogant hockey player testing her resolve. Especially one who’s sinfully good with his hands and thinks date-by-blackmail is a perfectly acceptable social convention.
Ryan wants to play games? Fine by her, but this is one faceoff he’s going to lose."
"Firefighter Jackson Hart is back in Brooklyn and on the hunt for the girl who’s kept him burning for ten long years. The girl he left, in a total prick move, without saying goodbye. Now he’s determined to make it right, to hell with her three-date rule.
But Becca’s not ready to forgive and forget. In fact, she seems determined to stoke his fire every chance she gets. She wants to avoid sexy distractions like him? Fine. Because what she doesn’t know—yet—is that Jax isn’t the kind of man to give up when he wants something. And he always gets what he wants."
"Advertising guru Olivia Masterson is all work and no play. But on the eve of earning her dream promotion, her best friend dares her to drop her ice-queen façade for one night and seduce a sexy stranger. Olivia's worked her ass off to get where she is—why the hell not?
Cole Bennett never thought he'd run into his feisty one-night stand at the office, furious that he stole her promotion. No matter how hard she tries to ice him out, they can't seem to keep their hands to themselves...or their clothes on.
Olivia's talented—maybe even more than Cole—so when his dropped hints to the boss net her a promotion of her own, he's ready to celebrate...until she accuses him of fueling office rumors that she slept her way to the top. She wants to earn her own way? Fine. So what the hell does a guy have to do to permanently melt an ice queen?"
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