From USA Today best-selling author Jennifer Sucevic comes a sexy, new adult college sports romance collection featuring three football playing hotties.

King of Campus

Roan King. The uncrowned king of Barnett University. He's like a freaking celebrity around here. People, by which I mean grown women, stalk him on the internet. And around campus. Apparently he's god's gift to both football and the ladies (I'm using that term loosely). I've heard that he's already plowed his way through half the female population at Barnett. My guess is that he'll work his way through the second half before he gets drafted to the NFL later this year.

I don't plan to be one of them. The guy is nothing more than a conceited player. You know the type—a steroid infused meathead coasting through college on his football prowess.

I have three words for you—avoid, avoid, avoid.

I've had the sad misfortune of running into him on campus. Literally. As in—I literally slammed into him before spilling my iced coffee all over that wide rippling chest of his (did I just say that?).

What I learned from the experience is that Roan King is one hell of a cocky son of a—I also learned that he has the most spectacular chest.

Unfortunately for me, "operation avoid Roan King" isn't going so well. Everywhere I go, there he is. If he wasn't so ridiculously hot, he would be a hell of a lot easier to forget.

I have the sneaking suspicion that Roan King will lead to my utter ruin and downfall.

Campus Player

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. Fine...I’ll admit it, he’s good looking. If you’re into that kind of thing. Which I’m not. I’ve got school and soccer to keep me busy, which is exactly why I avoid him like an unfortunate clap diagnosis.

Too bad for me that Rowan is my father’s star quarterback. He’s practically part of the family, attending Wednesday night dinners with us. To make matters worse, we’re in the same major and get stuck together in classes every semester. It’s like the universe is trying to play a cosmic joke on me.

But what if Rowan isn’t the player I pegged him to be?

What if one little secret has the capability to change everything between us?

Love to Hate You

Carter Prescott is one of those guys who has it all. Wealthy family…check. Good looks…check. Brains to match all that brawn…check. And let’s not even talk about all those sculpted muscles. The guy works out like it’s his job.

Sure, maybe in the beginning I was taken in by his pretty face and gorgeous body. But his obnoxious presence killed any attraction I might have felt a long time ago. Carter is my cousin’s best friend, and thanks to the fugue state I must have been in when I agreed to this living arrangement, he’s my roommate for senior year. Everything would be fine between us if he would just stop messing with me. So when he takes his antics a little too far, who can blame me for retaliating in kind?

Carter wants to bring a hookup back to the apartment for the night?

Fine by me. Is there any real harm done if I ambush them in the morning and introduce myself as his baby mama? Am I necessarily taking things too far if I whip up a batch of laxative laced brownies?

The real question is how I’m going to make it through eight more months without slowly wrapping my fingers around his....