\#PrinceCharmingFallsHard I know what you’re thinking, but trust me, there’s nothing cute about that hashtag. Not when Prince Charming is Waverly University’s starting kicker and 'falls hard' is code for 'breaks leg in three places.' Now the Wildcats’ shot at a national title is on the line, and the fans are out for blood. Me? I'm just trying to get through nursing school and graduate on time. No one knows I was responsible for Chase Spellman’s accident, and I plan to keep it that way. Which might be easier said than done since my new patient is the smooth\-talking, sexy\-as\-sin Prince Charming himself…

Three words to describe Austin Reid? Quarterback. Captain. Player. Did I mention delusional? His suggestion that I ditch the women's soccer team to play Wildcat football is proof enough. I’d rather streak across campus than surround myself with arrogant ballers. They’re all swagger and no substance. Guys who like to play games on and off the field? Hard pass. I know exactly how those stories end—with me crying into a pint of mint chocolate chip. But when the cocky QB dangles the prospect of a full athletic scholarship under my nose? It’s game on. Sparks fly and the more time we spend together, the harder it gets to fight the sizzling attraction. Coach has forbidden dating within the team, which is fine by me—I could never give my heart to a player—but he didn’t say anything about teammates with benefits…

What’s a girl have to do to lose her virginity around here? Quinn “Quinntastrophe” Mowery is a hot mess. Or possibly—probably?—cursed. Seriously. She's trying to cash in her V-card but apparently, she's the only woman in the history of ever who can't even get laid at a frat party, thanks to Cooper-the-cockblocking-jockhole-DeLaurentis. Yeah. That Cooper DeLaurentis. The one who's famous for being a player on and off the field. Cooper's carefully crafted reputation suits him just fine. As long as he’s pulling down passes and putting up touchdowns, no one looks too close or expects too much. So, no one’s more surprised than he is when he cockblocks his frat brother’s younger sister. Twice. Quinn’s ridiculous virginity quest is none of his business, and the snarky, sexy redhead is exactly the kind of distraction he can’t afford. With his shot at being a first-round NFL draft pick drawing closer every day, Coop needs to stay focused. Because if he fumbles, his future isn’t the only one on the line.

DJ Parker is a Grade A Pr\*ck… The guy struts around campus like he’s God’s gift to Wildcat football, but I know the truth. He’s arrogant, obnoxious, and terrible in bed. Two years ago, we hooked up and the only memorable thing about it was the fact that he called me the wrong name and ghosted me afterward. So when he moves in next door, who could blame me for wanting a little revenge? Too bad my prank didn’t go as planned. Now my gymnastics scholarship is on the line and I’m stuck playing Waverly’s mascot for the rest of the semester. The only thing worse than the fur suit? Cheering for the guy who shattered my confidence. Parker is everywhere I look these days, and time has done nothing to diminish our chemistry, so when he vows to redeem himself and suggests an enemies-with-benefits arrangement, I’m down. After all, Parker and I will never be anything more… Not when we’re fighting for the same internship. Only one of us can finish first, and this time, it’s going to be me.

Brady Vaughn is sweet, sexy, and totally into me… Too bad I don’t have time for distractions, especially the relentless football player kind. If I want to graduate next semester, I need to focus on student teaching, not on my love life. But Brady’s incredibly hard to resist. Not only is he the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever laid eyes on, he has the personality to match. He’s sweet. Attentive. Real. When he crashes my pole dancing class, swearing he’ll return every week until I give him a shot, I’m certain he’ll be the first to crack. But with each passing week, he’s melting my defenses, and it’s getting harder and harder to resist his quiet charm. The only problem? He doesn’t know about my side hustle as a camgirl, and I plan to keep it that way. As much as I like Brady, I can’t risk my future—or my career in education—on anything less than a sure thing. If life has taught me anything, it’s that there are no guarantees, and if my secret gets out, I’m not the only one with something to lose…