I hate sports, and he is football royalty. I like quiet and predictable, but he's sex and swagger personified. I didn't particularly care for Saint Stevenson the first moment I laid eyes on him, but his warped brain seemed to process our initial meeting as foreplay. I have a meticulous five-year plan in place for myself and my career, but now this huge, cocky, self-absorbed quarterback who I've been assigned to at work is seriously f--king it up.

Being hired as the PR representative for the hockey team I’ve always been a fan of, should be a dream come true, especially because my old crush plays for them. My suggestion to save Briggs's career is solid… have him fake date someone wholesome who can change his image. That’s when my big mouth gets in the way and I admit to being the-girl-next-door. Now… my boss is offering me the promotion of a lifetime, but it comes with strings… Fake date Briggs Conley!

I made a mistake and had a taste of something sweet, forbidden, and highly addictive—Elizabeth. It's no secret that I'm greedy, and I want more. Now I just have to convince her that she does too.

After Elizabeth Hill is brutally attacked in her apartment by an intruder and then unceremoniously dumped by her ex-boyfriend, she moves in with family that she barely knows for protection. All she remembers about Roman is that he was the moody, mean boy who played a cruel trick on her when she was just six years old; but soon learns that he is now a complex and multi-layered man who has the ability to protect her, ignite her, and challenge her like no one ever has before.

Harlow Hayes loves water. In its liquid form. The chlorinated kind she swims in. The perennial droplets soaking her adopted hometown. The waves she ventures out on to observe the ocean. Water, in its frozen state, holds no appeal to her. That's not the only—or most divisive—difference between her and Conor Hart. The arrogant, arresting captain of Holt University's hockey team spends every second not picking fights or partying atop a sheet of it. Plenty of girls fall for the charming lines and that cocky smirk. Harlow knows better. Knows more.

Jamie Cook is a work-in-progress. He’s always wanted what his parents have: a good marriage, lots of kids, and financial security. He thought he’d have the first two with his ex-girlfriend while the third would come once he got his house-flipping business off the ground. When his ex doesn’t subscribe to his five-year plan, he makes Cook Brothers Construction his sole focus. Then he moves next door to April Williams, a sassy single mom he can’t stop riling up, and her matchmaking mother-in-law has set her sights on Jamie being April’s knight in a leather tool belt.

Mia Stanbury is the quintessential girl next door: smart, beautiful, and determined. She’s got it all going on. Is it any wonder that she’s been on my radar for as long as I can remember? We’re talking middle school, folks. I’ll admit that I’ve made a few boneheaded mistakes as far as she’s concerned, but what can I say? I’m a dude. Sometimes I think with the wrong head. We’ll just chalk it up to one of the hazards of having a Y chromosome and leave it at that.

I've never been in love. I've never had an orgasm, but I've faked plenty. I want to experience love. Real, passionate love. I don't want to die. It's funny what blurts out of your mouth when the plane you're on is going down, and I didn't hold back with my seat mate when my plane decided to crash. My hysterical confessions didn't faze the muscular stranger that sat beside me. In fact, he promised if we survived, he'd give me my first orgasm.

I met my dream girl. That’s right. She’s stunning and the worst bartender I’ve ever seen. I should have gone home and gone to sleep—dream girl or not. I had an early morning and the season was starting soon. But when she threatened me with boy band karaoke, I couldn't help myself. I went. The stars aligned. I have never felt more alive or wanted anyone more than I want her.

There was a time when Skye Sinclair was my entire world, then she dumped my ass and took off. Now she’s back, waltzing into town three years later like nothing happened. She’s hoping we can coexist on campus until graduation. That’s not going to happen. One run-in is all it takes to realize I haven’t moved on. I still want her.

I work for him. But I can't stand him. I slept with him once. And he never lets me forget it. He thinks he can take me again. But he can't. I won't let that happen. I just have to last 30 days to prove it to him.

Before my junior year at Lincoln University, I promised myself three things. Just three. One: Actually dig into the whole sorority girl bit. Two: Stay away from athletes. Three: Seriously, stay away from athletes. When Professor Taylor posted our chem midterm partners, and I got stuck with the captain of Lincoln's Ice Hockey team, I was sure I'd be able to abide by rules two and three. After all, I was immune to Leo's whole "hottest guy on campus" thing. I grew up with him—my brother's best friend... Who I've been obsessed with since I was eight. F me.

After being dumped and losing my job the same week, the last thing my broken heart needs is a rebound. I'm escaping across the country to help my perfect sister plan her dream wedding, and to prove to both of us everything is under control. But a combination of tequila and turbulence on the flight there lead to word-vomiting all my troubles to the huge and handsome stranger in the first-class seat next to mine.

I never had a thing for football players. That is, until I met Dallas Lockett. He’s the star player for the Salt Lake City Stallions. Football’s hottest, swooniest, most charming quarterback. A rich and famous playboy who could have anyone he wants. Yet for some reason, he wants me. The first big problem? Dallas has a strict no-girlfriend policy during the season. A policy which he - and his teammates - make very clear to me. But based on the way he looks at me in the locker room, that policy is being stretched to its limit.

Trust me when I say that Rowan Michaels fever is alive and well at Western University. His fanbase is legendary. The guy is a major player. Both on and off the field. Girls fall all over themselves to be with him. They fill the stands at football practice, show up at parties he’s rumored to be at, and basically stalk him around campus. It’s a little nauseating. Don’t these girls have any self-respect when it comes to a hot guy? Fine...I’ll admit it, he’s good looking. If you’re into that kind of thing. Which I’m not.