The Legends

dating the player

The Legends | Book 1

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 studying self control.

Keeping his big mouth off the internet is one thing.

But now all his attention is on me.

And that mouth of his . . . well, talking isn’t the only thing it's good for.

I just have to get through the week, and my real life can begin. One week managing Dak 24/7. Just 168 hours of his relentless flirting and me pretending I’m not secretly in love with him.

I don’t need a tweet’s worth of characters to sum it up:

This player has broken through my defensive line.

We have nothing in common.

The way he looks at me, talks to me, is incredibly inappropriate.

So why hasn’t my body gotten the message?

It’s time for my head to talk to my heart—and other parts—to ask...

What is more important—losing my virginity to a bad boy quarterback or keeping my job?

the player and the bookworm

The Legends | Book 2

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...

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…

playing the player

The Legends | Book 3

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?


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…

the player and the pretender

The Legends | Book 4

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 wants to be free of female attention for the last few games of his career before he retires, and some women in his life haven’t gotten the message. It’s not my usual job, but I’m game.

Only certain people don’t seem to believe we are actually a couple, which is ironic, because my plan to stay professional and not let Miles touch me is an epic failure. Worst. Plan. Ever.

Not only am I deliciously ensconced in the player’s bed, I might just have broken through both our defenses and fallen off more than the balcony.

I might have fallen head over heels (literally) into love…

the player and single mom

The Legends | Book 5

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 or problems at the struggling bakery I own, Sugar Lips.

Nothing but cocktails and sexy fun for days with a man I’ll never fall in love with.

It’s not that Cash isn’t a great guy, because he totally is. But he’s way too young for me, and way too country boy calm, with that slow drawl, and his insistence on calling me “ma’am.” He thinks it’s respectful, which it’s not. It’s infuriating. And while we’re friends, we’ll never be anything more than that, with a little hot, headboard-banging sex on the side.

Until two pink lines change everything and Cash wants me to go from single mom to Mrs. Sera Young.

But the biggest surprise of all may be that the unexpected idea has a certain, sexy ring to it…