Football players s\*ck. A bunch of cocky, lying cheaters who think they’re god’s gift to women, just like my dear old dad. I’ve managed to avoid them my whole college career until now >.< I just got assigned to be wide receiver Callum Samskevitch’s physical therapist. Pro: It will be great to add to my resume. Con: I have to see him. Every. Single. Day. Which would be fine…if he wasn’t so dang sexy… Cal Football is all I’ve got, so when Coach saddles me with some frumpy PT student with a chip on her shoulder, all I can think is doom. I don’t have time for this. Not now. Not when my dreams are on the verge of being crushed. All that should matter right now is ball. So why can’t I stop imagining what Bee Mitchell is hiding beneath those baggy sweatshirts?

No f\*%ing. No friends. Just football. Straight off a bloody tour in Iraq, I'm battling night terrors while my peers squabble over beer pong. If it wasn't for my NFL dreams, I wouldn't be here at all. But when I sign up for an easy "A" Drama Class, I take my eye off the ball, totally distracted by Teacher's Assistant, Flora Vasquez. She's like a ray of sunshine in the darkness that is my life...a darkness sure to consume her if I get too close. He's the only man in a room full of boys... Ty Maxwell is a twenty-three year old college freshman with a chip on his shoulder and more secrets than the CIA. In a word? Trouble. So why can't I stop staring at those tortured eyes and wondering what those hands would feel like on my body?