A quarterback with a cool head, smoldering eyes, and a cannon for an arm, he's collected awards, trophies, and hearts across the country. He's on every girl's mind. Every coach's dream sheet. Every agent's wishlist.Including Sloane Ashford's.Sloane grew up at her father's side in the Ashford Agency. He built the company from the ground up, representing some of the biggest names in sports, and now Sloane is determined to find her place among its top agents. She's got the knowledge, she's got the drive, and if she can land Trey, she knows she's got her 'in'.But it's hard to keep your eyes on the prize when the sweetest, sexiest smile you've ever seen is constantly on your mind. When the hottest hands in the nation are in your hair. When you're whispering the name thousands of fans are screaming at the top of their lungs.Sleeping with a client is a mistake, but falling in love with him?That's some rookie sh#t right there.*Due to language and sexual content this book is not recommended for readers under 18.Each book in the Offensive Line series is a STANDALONE following a different player every time.

    It is the first book in the Wrong Place, Right Time series.

    Instead, she got Camden Brooks. Camden, with his sinful body, sharp tongue, and the inability to stay out of Keegan’s personal space, couldn’t seem to curb his interest in the new girl who wouldn’t put up with his domineering ways. Feelings were running rampant, sexual tension was thick, and both were struggling to let go of control. To some people, getting a roommate simply meant living with another person. But to both Camden and Keegan it was a curveball that neither was prepared to swing at. **Strong sexual content** Can be read as a stand alone. Each brother will have their own book. (A 96,000 word novel)

    The arrogant ass decided to drop his towel, just as I asked the first question. On camera.The Super Bowl MVP quickly adopted a new hobby--screwing with me.When I pushed back, he shifted from wanting to screw with me, to wanting to screw me.But I don't date players.And it's not because I'm one of the few women working in the world of professional football.I'd date an athlete.It's the other kind of player I don't date. You know the type. Good looking, strong, cocky, always looking to get laid. Brody Easton was the ultimate player. Every woman wanted to be the one to change him. But the truth was, all he needed was a girl worth changing for. Turned out, I was that girl. Simple right? Let's face it. It never is. There's a story between once upon a time and happily ever after...And this one is ours. Author's note - The Baller is a full-length standalone novel. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

    He's cocky. He's filthy rich. He's also loaded with a sizeable package below the belt that drives women crazy.Plus, he's focused. The prize--a football championship ring on his finger.His concentration on getting that ring is unwavering--until Shannon Hale walks into his life. Now the only game he wants to win involves getting her into his bed. Shannon thought she had everything she wanted in life. One cheating fiancé and one shredded wedding dress later, she skips town desperately in need of a do-over. Now, she's inRaleigh, starting her own business and living life by her own rules. She wants nothing to do with NFL's resident playboy.But Oliver's determined both on and off the field.For him to win everything he wants, there's only solution.It's time to play dirty.

    Fresh from the battlegrounds of Iraq, reporting on a bunch of overgrown boys playing pro football is just the change of scenery she needs. If trying to be taken seriously in the world of sports writing wasn't hard enough, Ryan, her college crush, is only making it harder. As a tight-end for the team she's covering, he is strictly off limits. Ryan Terell is a playmaker on and off the field, but when Samantha uncovers his moves, he throws out the playbook. Just as he claims his sweetest victory, Samantha's investigation into a steroid scandal involving his team forces him to call a time-out to their off the record trysts. But then a life threatening injury on the field will force them both to decide just how far they'll go to win the game. Winner of the NERWA First Kiss Contest A Kindle Bestseller.

    Irresistible. Womanizer. Those are the facts I uncover about football star Lennox Hardy after a long night of martinis and bad choices. Hardly the stuff of tabloid headlines. Everyone knows the star quarterback is a womanizing bad boy whose voicemail is practically set to “no comment.” What they might not know is that our night together? Kind of disappointing. Of course, that didn’t stop me from getting knocked up. But it’s when I confront Lennox and discover that I’d actually slept with his identical twin brother Logan, a rising politician, that my life goes from page twelve news to a gossip columnist’s wet dream. Lennox is used to cleaning up his brother’s messes, and he barely blinks before he asks me to move in with him and pretend the baby is his, at least until his brother’s election is over. Giving me full access to his elusive, private life and the story that will make my career. What’s a reporter to do? But sharing an apartment with a brooding, private man who’s sexy as sin and my raging hormones may not have been the best idea. And when the only investigating I do happens with our clothes off, I know my plan has gone seriously awry...

    He’s the epitome of the “bad boy, good man” persona. The best of both worlds. The worst of them too. He’s the type of guy most girls wouldn’t mind sharing a confined space with, except my new roommate isn’t all swagger and chiseled abs. He’s bossy. Messy. Cocky. Infuriating. Doesn’t believe in personal space. Has no qualms about roaming the apartment with a loincloth-sized towel cinched around his waist. Seems under the delusion he’s my personal protector (refer back to infuriating). He plays college baseball and holds down a part-time job—I don’t know where he finds the time to get on my nerves. We have nothing in common . . . except our attraction to one another. And in six hundred square feet of shared space, the tension only has so much room to grow before one of us gives in to temptation. But really, what chance do a couple of young kids chasing their dreams in the big city have of making it?Since Soren claims I know squat about sports (he might have a semi-point), here’s a stat for him—one in a million. That’s our odds.

    Off the field? He’s pure trouble. When his fondness for fast women and bar brawls lands him a suspension from the game, he’s prepared to take his punishment like a man. But since when does a suspension come with a live-in nanny?TV baking maven Belinda West is the epitome of home-made hospitality, on-screen and off. The personal is the professional when you’re selling the good life, after all. But when her wedding day implodes in front of a live studio audience, Bel’s career goes into a death spiral. She’ll do anything to save it, even take charge of soccer’s most famous bad boy. To hell with the morals clause in his contract; James isn’t about to shape up for some knock-off Mary Poppins. But since when does Mary Poppins laugh like a naughty angel and smell like sugar cookies? He’s not looking for love but that kiss of hers is practically perfect in every way. And James has a powerful taste for trouble.

    Goal accomplished. Two years ago, I was the best goalie in the league, for the third time. With our Stanley Cup win, the Austin Arrows were on top of the world. Nothing could possibly bring us down. Wrong. Turns out, even when you’re at the top, you can find yourself back at rock bottom. But it gets worse. Not only did the team fall from grace, then I did too. I was accused of something I didn’t do. And now I’m being forced to repair my tarnished reputation. Only I don’t know how to do that. When the suggestion is made for me to pull off this ruse for the media, I know what I’m getting into. I also know there’s only one right answer. But it’s complicated, and I’m not the only one who could get hurt. There’s only one major problem. I can’t say no.

    Why she hates me, I don't know. What I do know is that Willa is the kind of chaos I don’t need in my tidy life. She’s the next generation of women’s soccer. Wild hair, wilder eyes. Bee-stung lips that should be illegal. And a temper that makes the devil seem friendly. She’s a thorn in my side, a menacing, cantankerous, pain-in-the-ass who’s turned our Business Mathematics course into a goddamn gladiator arena. I'll leave this war zone unscathed, coming out on top…And if I have my way with that crazy-haired, ball-busting hellion, that will be in more than one sense of the word.  Willa Rather than give me the lecture notes I missed like every other instructor I’ve had, my asshole professor tells me to get them from the silent, surly flannel-wearing mountain man sitting next to me in class. Well, I tried. And what did I get from Ryder Bergman? Ignored. What a complete lumbersexual neanderthal. Mangy beard and mangier hair. Frayed ball cap that hides his eyes. And a stubborn refusal to acknowledge my existence. I’ve battled men before, but with Ryder, it's war. I’ll get those notes and crack that Sasquatch nut if it’s the last thing I do, then I’ll have him at my mercy. Victory will have never tasted so sweet. Only When It’s Us is a frenemies-to-lovers, college sports romance about a women’s soccer star and her surly lumberjack lookalike classmate, complete with a matchmaking professor, juvenile pranks, and a smoking slow burn. This standalone is the first in a series of new novels about a Swedish-American family of five brothers, two sisters, and their wild adventures as they each find happily ever after.

    Or is it just lust? Yea, it's probably just lust. Ari & Logan don't know each other. Yet. They're thrown together at the singles table by the sheer misfortune of not having a plus one and quickly discover that champagne and tequila shots are just the excuse they needed to find themselves on the brink of the best – or worst – idea ever. Logan's a running back for the North Carolina Hogs and isn't looking for a relationship. Ari totally agrees as she doesn't have time to integrate his busy schedule with her own. F*ck buddies it is. Simple and easy – no strings. Sounds perfect, right? Or is it too good to be true?

     Losing both of my parents in a tragic accident ripped that world apart. And I'd fallen hard for tomboy Emmy Sullinger, the girl who'd put me back together again. The problem is that the story doesn't end there—it's just getting started. Because Emmy, the girl I'm completely crazy about, is my best friend Sully's little sister. Sully's not only my best friend, he's also my teammate—and there are lines you just don't cross. Going after your best friend's sister is one of them. So I've kept my feelings—and my hands—to myself for the last three years. After all, making a play for her would result in the biggest penalty I could ever take. With Emmy away and attending University in New York City, being tempted by her hasn't been an issue. But when she comes home to Toronto for summer vacation looking sexy as hell—and suggests we hook up? Damn. I just know I'm going to end up in the penalty box…

    Innocent girl next door. Two different worlds. One small town. A million reasons why they should have stayed away from one another.My life was mapped out for me before I even entered the world.Who I'd date, where I’d attend college, what I'd be when I grew up.But there was a time in everyone's life when they'd face a fork in the road.Should I go left, or should I go right?It didn't matter as long as I didn't remain stagnant any longer.Jett Stone opened me up to a whole new world.Reminding me that it was okay to find my own way.I could have roots in Willow Springs and still spread my wings and fly.What I didn't expect was to fall in love with the broody football player.The boy I’d known since kindergarten.The boy who had somehow become my everything.

    I always wanted him so bad, but I knew he just thought of me as a kid. I used to love it when he’d let me rub down his muscles in the hot tub after practice. But I was too shy and innocent back then. If it were now, I would rub my hands over more than just his biceps, and pecs, and abs, and way down…well you get the idea. But I can only dream. I’m off limits, you see. He’s my brother’s best friend… or at least he was until the accident. JESSE VALEN: Some things never change. My home town looks the same, and the girls still throw their panties at me just like when I was the high school football star. And some things do change. Bill hates me now. I don’t blame him. Hell, I can hardly live with myself. But what’s changed the most is Mary, Bill’s kid sister. Only she’s no kid no more. She’s turned out to be cutest piece of ass even city girls would envy. Yep. I’m gonna f*ck her as much as I can before I go back to New York. But if I do, it’ll be just another reason for Bill to hate me even more... This is a stand alone with a guaranteed HEA. Tia Siren. Spoil the bad girl in you.