Nashville Rampage

Corie: Knox Beckett is heartbreak in a helmet. He's also my brother's best friend, and so far out of my league, he's untouchable. But a few stolen glances turn into a welcome home that blindsides us both.

The rules are clear. We just chose not to follow them. Now we're sneaking around like we're running a trick play, hooking up behind closed doors, and pretending our actions don't have the power to blow up our lives.

Knox is under my skin and tackling his way into my heart. Ready or not, it's time we make the play.

Knox: She's the last girl I'm allowed to want—my best friend's little sister. She's all grown up and looking at me in invitation. The second Corie crashes into me, with her tanned, toned skin, in a barely there bikini, I know I'm in trouble.

I shouldn't look. And I sure as hell shouldn't touch. My hands are already on her waist, one second longer, and I'll do something we both might regret. What I do is even worse. I help her land a job working for the team. My team.

Now I can't get her out of my mind, or my way. And keeping my hands to myself is a penalty waiting to happen. Because Corie isn't just off-limits—she's one line I swore I'd never cross, yet I'm sprinting toward it.

I'd risk the season—my entire career—for her just to make the play.