Football is my life, and coaching in the NFL is my dream. I have a doctorate in sports psychology, but the fact that I’m a woman means I couldn’t possibly know a thing about football, let alone coaching a team. At least, that’s what my critics say. Others argue a woman on the sidelines would be a distraction. Distraction. Pfft. I’m a professional, and I certainly don’t fall for players. When I land my dream job coaching the Boston Rebels, I realize just how difficult it will be to maintain a hands-off approach to the team. Everything about them, from their broad shoulders and thick biceps to their chiseled abs and narrow waists, makes it so I’m the one who’s having trouble staying focused. As if that weren’t bad enough, I’m attracted to not one, but three, players. Three offensive players who keep breaking through my defenses. I’m their coach, but absolutely nothing in my playbook prepared me for this. My head seems to understand they’re completely off-limits, but my heart is pulling a reverse play.

Scoring a coaching job with the Rebels was supposed to be a dream come true, a step toward achieving my goal of being the first female NFL head coach. But when three sexy-as-hell players blitzed their way into my life, I got distracted. I took my eye off the ball. And I’m at risk of losing it all, even the sport I love. Now, the one thing that’s kept me grounded, kept me focused, is the last thing that could possibly bring me comfort. Because when it comes to Xavier, Colt, and Tristan, the lines are blurred. The rules—questioned. I may be their coach on the field, but in matters of the heart, I’m playing defense. \\Playing Defense is the second book in a slow-burn reverse harem series.\\

Football taught me to always keep my eye on the ball. But three players have captured my focus—and now, my heart. Before them, the idea that I could care about anything more than football was inconceivable. And I never would’ve allowed one man to threaten my dreams, let alone three. Then again, I’d never met anyone like Xavier, Colt, and Tristan. They want me to call the plays both on and off the field. Now I’m forced to decide whether to chase the glass slipper or keep charging through the glass sideline. \Calling the Plays is the third book in a slow-burn contemporary reverse harem series.\