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.

Blaze Walker: Notorious bad boy. Star of the hockey team. He spends more time in bed with sorority girls or passed out on frat house floors than he does in classrooms. Which is why he's about to get kicked off the team unless he passes his finals. Me: Girl genius who started college so young that I've just turned eighteen my senior year. Which has made dating while in college pretty much impossible. Blaze and I both have something the other wants. If I tutor him, he'll pass all his exams. And he has a personality so repugnant to me that I can have a no-strings-attached first time.

Hunter Cade is my brother’s best friend. He’s also the most sinfully sexy guy in high school. Lean, muscular, and with a tussle of chocolate-brown hair. And for the rest of my senior year, he’s living in my house. But Hunter is totally off-limits. My brother insists I stay away from him. Yet that doesn’t stop Hunter from flirting with me every chance he gets. Sending private little smiles my way when nobody’s looking. But after our flirting finally results in the best kiss of my life? Hunter abruptly leaves town without a word.

I meet a handsome man at the bar, the kind you only dream about. You know the one? He drinks his whiskey neat and power oozes from his suit-clad form. The night we spend together is perfect - I’ll treasure the memory for as long as I live. Until I discover who he is. My one-night stand. Correction: my rich, handsome, calculating one-night stand. I hate his determination and his ruthlessness. I hate the way he smirks and the thick fall of his hair. But most of all, I hate that I can’t look at him without remembering our night together - a night he’s keen to repeat.

Hayden Cole was my brother's best friend and the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Broken smiles, dark hair, and eyes that had seen far too much for his age. We spent a summer together in secret. In the darkness, in the silence, our hearts spoke the same language. Until he left without a word and tore mine right out of my chest. Ten years later, he returns from the Navy, demanding a second chance. He's every inch the rogue I remember—crooked smiles and dark eyes—but now he's a man grown. Tall and broad and persistent.