Carter I’ve spent my whole life proving people wrong. From foster homes to the football field, I clawed my way out, one yard at a time. And now? I’m on the verge of everything I’ve worked for. The draft. The NFL. The future I’ve always dreamed about. Except all I can think about… is her. Lyla Harding– my coach’s daughter. Lyla Carter Hayes is a walking headline waiting to happen. And I’m the one who’s supposed to keep his image clean. He’s infuriating. Arrogant. Impossible to ignore. And the more I tell myself he’s just another assignment… the harder it gets to pretend he isn’t everything I’ve ever wanted. Choosing him could cost me everything I’ve worked for. But staying away might break me anyway. Sports romance, Coach’s Daughter, Forbidden, He Falls First, Forced Proximity, OCD Rep, Reformed Player

Beck I wasn’t looking for love. Not when I was still trying to figure out how to let anyone in. But Sophie Prescott makes it impossible to keep my walls up—because somehow, she feels like the home I’ve always been searching for. Sophie He was supposed to be my friend. A distraction. A lie we both agreed to tell. But somewhere between pretending and falling, Beck became my safe place. And maybe love isn’t about fixing what’s broken—it’s about finding someone who stays through the healing.

Book 4 in the PCU Storm Series!

Sloane-My dad's cancer is back and I keep trying to outrun the inevitable with practice, routines, and lists—anything to keep my hands busy so my heart doesn't break. Logan Brooks, my brother's best friend, moving back in with us was the changeup I didn't see coming. I want to hate him, but he's the only person who seems to quiet the panic in my chest. And I hate even more that loving him feels like setting myself up for another goodbye. Logan-The NFL was always my plan, until an injury landed me back in my best friend's house– the only place that's ever felt like home. And Sloane Rhodes, the only person I'm not allowed to want, is looking at me like I'm the only thing holding her together… or her next loss. Now I'm stuck between two futures—one that has my name on a jersey… and one that has her in my arms.