Up until two years ago, I was living large and my life’s priorities were anchored to three things – my NBA stardom, money and celebrity. I was also a colossal dick. Until one night turned my world upside down and I suffered unspeakable loss. That event changed the man I was and made me a widowed-single father. Now I’m a desperate parent trying to raise my special needs son and find him a trustworthy live-in nanny. Grad student Brooklyn Hayes may be the one, with her single-minded focus on caring for my son and finishing her Master’s degree. She’s the perfect fit for our needs. Maybe too perfect… with her bright smile, nurturing kindness and gentle touch. Caleb isn’t the only one who’s fallen for her. I don’t know when or how it happened, but she changed the game for me. Turning my losing streak into a winning second-half. Game Changer is a Single Dad/Nanny Romance.

I knew this internship would change my life... Thirty days ago, I received an internship with a design firm in L.A. One day ago, I kissed a hot businessman in a swanky bar and then left him with a fake name and number. Today, that sexy stranger is my new boss, and he’s not too happy when he finds out my real identity. But that doesn’t change the fire that lit between us and now I have six weeks of trying to resist Brody Jensen. He might be out of my league, but I’d be out of my mind not to give in to the chemistry threatening to consume us. I know Brody is breaking the rules for me, but he’s not the only one. Because I swore I’d never fall for the type of man my mother always warned me about—a man who is married to his job. Too late.

From the moment the man walked into the bar, I knew he was still in the closet. But that didn’t stop us from sharing an incredible night together. Our easy, one-night hookup went from no-strings-attached to a tangled mess on the first day of the semester, when I locked eyes with the mystery man from the bar... who also happens to be my new Art History professor. Lucas Mathiasson is everywhere I turn and the harder we try to resist, the closer we’re pulled together. Until our weekend in Vegas. Then all bets – and rules – are off. But lessons in love can’t be taught from a syllabus. They have to be experienced. And not all love is easy. Not all rules are meant to be broken. And not all men are created to live life in the open. Falling for my professor wasn’t part of the plan... but how do you let go of the man who taught you how to love?