The Legends

Dating the Player

From the series: The Legends

Can this bad boy player score the good girl or will he fumble the pass?

I’m not the kind of girl people expect a football fan to be.

With my kitten sweaters and glasses, I look more like a librarian than a social media manager.

But managing Dakota “Sexiest Quarterback Alive” North?

Maybe I should have spent less time on kittens and more on...

The Player and the Bookworm (The Legends Book 2)

From the series: The Legends

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...

Playing the Player (The Legends Book 3)

From the series: The Legends

JJ

I’ve got a big fat bank account, a championship ring, and a reputation as a player. Which is all well-earned, I admit, and yeah, I’m bragging.

But when I hook up with a redhead in housekeeping, it turns out she plays the player… by stealing my wallet and ring and leaving me still sleeping in bed. And when I see her again, she’s hiding in...

The Player and the Pretender (The Legends Book 4)

From the series: The Legends

Don’t fall in love with your boss, or onto his head, lap, or any other body parts…

Miles Williams was not my target. So when I fall off a balcony and land on his head the last thing I expect is for him to hire me. I may be a private investigator, but the hot, sexy, pro football player wants me to be his girlfriend.

Fake girlfriend, that is.

He...

The Player and the Single Mom (The Legends Book 5)

From the series: The Legends

When friends-with-benefits turns into friends-with-a-baby-on-the-way…

It’s supposed to be just a no-strings attached fling with big, brooding, football player Cash Young. He is going to whisk me away for a week in the sunshine while my three kids spend time with their grandparents.

No one screaming, “Mom!” No tears. No absurd homework assignments...