Dak I’ve got a big pro football contract, a big appetite for women, and a big mouth. It gets me into trouble more often than not… but this time it lands me with a nerdy little PR gatekeeper who is supposed to control me. But good luck with that. Eloise and her kitten sweaters and adorable glasses have me thinking about her in a whole different way… Eloise I’m not your typical nerd girl. Instead of video games, I love football. I’ve landed my dream job managing social media for my favorite team, but with Dakota North as quarterback it’s a 24/7 job. When I’m told I have to spend a week making sure Dak doesn’t tweet, he seems determined to use that time to flirt with me. I have to ask myself, what is more important- losing my virginity to a bad boy quarterback or keeping my perfect job?

Oleksander I’ve got a hot pro football career, a grumpy attitude, and a big old problem. I’m determined to stay away from women after yet another failed relationship, until an adorable law student asks me for some no-strings-attached lessons on how she can make the grade in bed. Turn down that straightforward and very sexy offer? No way. Only now, what in the we-complicated-everything hell have we done? Oh, boy. Or more like, oh, baby... Sydney I’m an amazing student. I can learn anything, so that should include how to drive men wild, right? Who better to ask for instruction than a big, brooding football player who isn’t afraid to teach me how to get down and dirty. He’s got the experience, I’ve got the enthusiasm. But oops. Accidentally getting pregnant isn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done. And now I have a certain alpha male all up in my business demanding we get married. The idea is crazy. Insane. Yet I find Olek impossible to resist. It must be the hormones…

When a chance meeting with a tall, hot, and obviously wealthy stranger leads to a sexy hookup, can this Cinderella play to win, or will it all end when the clock runs out? I did not steal JJ Beckett’s wallet. Or his championship ring. In fact, seeing as I accidentally left my shoe behind, maybe I should be the one crying thief. But after a one-night stand with the hottest stranger I’d ever seen? Well, that was the last thing I was yelling. Not that I had time to say much of anything – I was already late for work. The shoe seemed like a small price to pay for a night like that. The kind of night I could remember while I’m cleaning other people’s rooms; the kind of night a girl like me never dared to dream of. C'est la vie, right? Wrong. Because the shoe wasn’t the only accidental thing that happened the morning after. Turns out I may have grabbed his stuff too. Putting it back isn’t as easy as I’d hoped ... and as he says, no one plays the player. Getting caught leads to some X-rated tackles that make it all worth the risk. Now one of us has to make a big play and decide if this game of love has a final score…