He's part football player, part flirt, and entirely filthy. Hunter is a playboy who thinks the world revolves around him. He's also the notorious wide receiver for the New Haven Hawks football team. But honestly? It's more like f*#kball with this guy. So why would a classy girl like me hang around a trainwreck like him? Fact check: being the PR for a celebrity pays well. Great, even. All I have to do is keep this unfairly sexy mess of a man from dipping between the goal-post legs of every woman around him. It should have been easy. It wasn't. Not only did I NOT stop him from hooking up with someone... I was the one he hooked up with. You thought it couldn't get any worse? How do you feel about surprise babies? That's right, I'm pregnant. The headlines will be amazing: "Wide Receiver Receives... Baby?!" Only one solution can save my reputation and Hunter's—we have to get married. I'm supposed to pretend I'm in love with a stranger who spends all of his free time grinding up on strippers in Vegas. I don't know what's worse: Acting like I care about this jackass... Or realizing I'm actually falling for him. Author's Note: This sporty romance is part football and ALL flirt—so if you like your romantic reads with a bit of filth and a ton of happily ever afters, then read on! Stand Alone novel, no cliff hangers allowed!