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From USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic comes a sexy, new standalone novel.Trust me when I say that Rowan Michaels fever is alive and well at Western University. His fanbase is legendary. The guy is a major player.Both on and off the field.Girls fall all over themselves to be with him. They fill the stands at football practice, show up at parties he's rumored to be at, and basically stalk him around campus. It's a little nauseating.Don't these girls have any self-respect when it comes to a hot guy?Fine...I'll admit it, he's good looking. If you're into that kind of thing. Which I'm not. I've got school and soccer to keep me busy which is exactly why I avoid him like an unfortunate clap diagnosis.Too bad for me that Rowan is my father's star quarterback. He's practically part of the family, attending Wednesday night dinners with us. To make matters worse, we're in the same major and get stuck together in classes every semester. It's like the universe is trying to play a cosmic joke on me. The one guy I'd like to steer clear of is the very same one I can't seem to get away from.But what if Rowan isn't the player I pegged him to be?What if one little secret has the capability to change everything between us?

From USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic comes a sexy, new standalone novel.Brayden Kendricks might be God's gift to the female species at Western University, but I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player. The guy is an attention seeking you-know-what who soaks up fan adoration like it's his due in life for being hot and talented.Damn. Did I just say that?All right, fine...I'll grudgingly admit that Brayden is decent looking. I suppose if you're into guys who resemble Greek gods with abs of steel and chiseled pecs, then sure, one could consider him attractive.Am I guilty of having a tiny, practically non-existent crush on him freshman year?I'd prefer not to answer that question.Thankfully, I quickly came to my senses and have made a concerted effort to steer clear of Brayden ever since. It hasn't been easy, considering that my bestie is now dating his roommate and we've been thrown together for an accounting project. You'd think after years of baring my teeth at him like a rabid dog, the guy would have gotten the memo that I'm not interested.Apparently not, since he's spreading word around campus that we're going out.I mean, can you even imagine?Me?Dating Brayden Kendricks?I have four words for him...No.Way.In.Hell.

He has a secret. One that could destroy his friendship.Carson Roberts is Western University's most sought after tight end. He's the total package. A pretty face to go along with all those sculpted muscles-check. An All-American-double check. A guaranteed one-way ticket to the NFL after graduation-triple check.Did I happen to mention that he's also my brother's best friend, which means I grew up with the guy and have crushed on him for nearly just as long?We're talking a decade of unrequited yearning. Don't worry, I'm slowly coming to terms with the fact that he'll never see me as anything more than the little sis he never had.Sort of.And even if he did just so happen to notice that I've filled out and no longer wear braces, Brayden would have a major conniption. When it comes to the male species, he's ridiculously overprotective. Any guy who has so much as given me a bit of side-eye has been treated to a swift and memorable beat down.Which is precisely why I'm still in possession of my V-card.Want to know how to make being a nineteen-year-old virgin with a major crush on her brother's best friend even more pathetic?Blurt out at a frat party that you've spent all these years saving yourself for him.If you're thinking it can't possibly get more humiliating than that, you'd be wrong.Oh. So. Wrong.

Asher Stevens is a legend when it comes to Wildcat football. If the gossip that swirls through campus is true, he'll be one of this year's top NFL draft picks. To say I can't stand the guy is a major understatement. Other women might be taken in by his handsome face, chiseled body, and athletic prowess, but not me. I see him for what he is-a muscle bound, steroid-infused meathead who drinks like a fish, smokes weed, and screws like he's been sentenced to prison without the possibility of conjugal visits.So what if my pulse trips every time our gazes collide?Or my panties dampen when he lays hands on me?It means nothing.After three and a half years of steering clear, it seems like my luck has finally run out. Everywhere I go, there he is.Needling me at the restaurant where I work-check.Colliding on campus when I'm running late-double check.Showing up in a parking lot after an accident-triple check.No matter what I do, I can't get away from the guy.To make matters worse, my life is on the verge of imploding and the one person I want to avoid like the plague is the very same one who comes to my rescue, making me an offer I can't refuse. One that involves spending time alone with him when that's the last thing I want to do.You know what scares me most?The fleeting glimpses I catch buried beneath all the hype. The ones that suggest he's deeper and more intelligent than I suspected.Resisting the campus legend is easy.Resisting the man he's slowly revealing himself to be, isn't.

From USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic comes a sexy novella in the Campus Series.Know what the problem is with crushing on your best friend?That there's not a damn thing you can do about it. Especially if you don't want to blow up your entire relationship. Easton is the guy I turn to when I need...well, just about everything. And what I've learned over the years is that friendship is more difficult to come by than hookups and boyfriends.Plus, it's not like he sees me as anything other than his soccer playing gal pal. The one he used to sneak out of the house with when we were teenagers. But we're not kids any more. At the end of this year, we'll graduate and go our separate ways. Why that thought fills me with sadness, I don't know.Actually, I do. And that's the problem.So, when my roommate suggests going out with her hot, hockey playing cousin, it seems like the perfect opportunity to move on from this crush. According to her-and I quote-the best way to get over one guy is to get under-I'm pretty sure you know how the saying goes.

I've spent more years than I care to admit crushing hard on Colton Montgomery. The blond, blue-eyed hottie leaves a trail of broken hearts in his wake wherever he goes. Mine being one of them. Just when I'd decided to cut my losses and move on, he appeared out of nowhere and swept me off my feet. It had all seemed like a fairytale until he dumped me.Through text message.Ouch.Eighteen months and one study abroad program later, I've returned to Wesley University to finish out my senior year.And Colton?He's nothing more than a regrettable mistake I'd prefer to forget. Or so I tell myself. It only takes one run-in to realize that my feelings for him aren't as dead and buried as I'd thought.Nope, they're still there, simmering dangerously beneath the surface.He wants a second chance to make things right. That's not going to happen. But Colton has other ideas. And part of me is afraid that if he actually puts his mind to it, he'll end up changing mine.

Know what happens when you don't bother dating all through college because you're too busy trying to stay on top of your classes?I'll give you a little hint...It starts with the letter V and ends with irginity.Ding, ding, ding... nailed it.Well... at least something got nailed because it wasn't me. Just to be clear, it's not like I've been holding out all these years, waiting around for Mr. Perfect to ride in and sweep me off my feet. And I certainly didn't take a sacred vow of chastity. It just kind of happened...or didn't happen, as the case may be.Know what's even worse than that?Having the bad boy of the NFL, who also happens to be one of my brother's teammates, offer to take care of that pesky problem for me. Which is laughable because if there's one person I can barely tolerate- it's JT Higgins. He may be amazing on the field but he's even more notorious for his bar brawls, drunken antics, and the women who flock to him in droves. It goes without saying that he's keeping some clinic in business with swab tests and penicillin.I've had three long years of practice shutting down his every advance. So ignoring him should be a piece of cake, right?Wrong.JT was given an ultimatum at the end of last season- clean up his act or get traded.For some odd reason, my brother has decided to take him under his wing. So now the golden-haired, green-eyed mountain of muscle is around all the time. Sitting across from me during Thursday night family dinners. Knocking on the door and pushing his way inside when I'm babysitting my niece and nephews. Showing up at the shop where I get coffee on my way to school.If all that weren't bad enough, he has this annoying habit of watching me. What I'd like to know is when his gaze started to feel like a physical caress? It's enough to make me scream. It's also enough to send my pulse skittering and my resolve to the brink of shattering. Because this new and improved JT...the one who doesn't whore around or drink, well- he's more difficult to resist.Especially when all that sexy attention is focused solely on me.

Fake dating the campus player never felt so good.From USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic comes a funny, sexy standalone novel.Brody McKinnon is Whitmore University's star defenseman destined for NHL greatness. He made a name for himself playing juniors before gracing us with his esteemed presence. As much as it pains me to admit it, he's exploded at the college level.While other girls fall all over themselves trying to gain his attention, I do my best to steer clear just as I would a particularly nasty case of crabs.For reasons I can't fathom, Brody takes great pleasure in messing with me. And I, in return, enjoy slicing him to ribbons with my razor-sharp tongue. You'd think after three years, he'd learn to keep his distance. No such luck.Unfortunately for me, I'm about to experience the worst week of my life. It starts with my ex announcing at a party that I'm a lousy lay. He's the hockey-playing jerk I dated last year who left a bad taste in my mouth (*eyeroll* seriously...get your mind out of the gutter).Want to guess who rides in on his trusty white steed to rescue me? Or should I say, opens his big mouth? Yup, you guessed it. Brody freaking McKinnon, the guy I love to hate. He only makes matters worse by telling everyone that we're together and then punching Reed in the face.The first...I plan on strangling him for.The second...I'm only sorry I didn't get to Reed first.Now I'm stuck fake-dating Brody, the one guy who makes me feel like a rabid dog on a choke chain, for the foreseeable future. I guarantee we won't last more than seventy-two hours without me killing him.

Mia Stanbury is the quintessential girl next door. Smart, beautiful, and determined. She's got it all going on. Is it any wonder that she's been on my radar for as long as I can remember? We're talking middle school, folks.Fine, I'll admit that I've made a few boneheaded mistakes as far as she's concerned, but what can I say? I'm a dude. Sometimes I think with the wrong head. We'll just chalk it up to one of the hazards of having a Y chromosome and leave it at that. But I'm older now.More mature.Sort of.Mia has spent all of high school and college keeping me at a distance. If she didn't melt in my arms every time I put my hands on her, I'd almost think she was immune to my charms. Turns out that's not the case. This is our last year at Wesley before we go our separate ways. Me to the NFL, her to law school. It's now or never.I'm done playing games and allowing her to push me away.

From USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic comes a funny, sexy standalone novel.Carter Prescott is one of those guys who has it all.Wealthy family...check.Good looks...check.Brains to match all that brawn...check.And let's not even talk about all those sculpted muscles (no-seriously, I don't want to talk about them). The guy works out like it's his job. Did I mention that he's one of this year's top NFL draft picks?Sure, maybe in the beginning I was taken in by his pretty face and gorgeous body. What girl with a beating pulse wouldn't be? But his obnoxious presence killed any attraction I might have felt a long time ago.All right, fine...that's not altogether true. The guy is smoking hot, okay?There, I admitted it.Sheesh.But that doesn't mean he's not a conceited jerk. Carter is my cousin's best friend, and thanks to the fugue state I must have been in when I agreed to this living arrangement, he's my roommate for senior year. Everything would be fine if he would just stop messing with me. But he's incapable of restraining himself.So, when he takes his antics too far, who can blame me for retaliating in kind? Carter wants to bring a hookup back to the apartment for the night?Fine by me.Is there any real harm done if I ambush them in the morning and introduce myself as his baby mama? Am I taking things too far if I whip up a batch of laxative laced brownies so he'll crap himself all over the field?Nope, I don't think so...The real question is how I'm going to make it through eight more months without slowly wrapping my fingers around his... throat and squeezing tight.I'm sorry, did you think I was going to say something else?Please, as if that would happen...

From USA Today bestselling author comes a sexy new sports romance.​​​​​​​Roan King.The uncrowned king of Barnett University. He's like a freaking celebrity around here. It's totally ridiculous. People, by which I mean grown women, actually stalk him on the internet. And around campus. Apparently, he's god's gift to both football and the ladies (I'm using that term loosely). All he has to do is smile and girls just fall right onto their backs before spreading their legs nice and wide. I've heard that he's already plowed his way through half the female population here at Barnett. I'm sure he'll work his way through the second half before he gets drafted to the NFL later this year.Yeah... I don't plan to be one of them.The guy is nothing more than a conceited player.You know the type- a steroid infused meathead jock coasting through college on his football prowess.Ugh.I have three words for you- avoid, avoid, avoid.Need I say more?I don't think so.I've had the sad misfortune of running into him on campus. Literally. As in- I literally slammed into him before spilling my iced coffee drink all over that wide rippling chest of his (did I just say that?). What I learned from the experience is that Roan King is one hell of a cocky son of a-I also learned that he has the most spectacular chest...And don't even get me started on those abs... I could probably cut diamonds on them.Unfortunately for me, Operation- Avoid-Roan-King isn't going so well. Everywhere I go, there he is. If he wasn't so ridiculously hot, he would be a hell of a lot easier to forget. With his dark hair, shocking, turquoise-colored eyes and (damn him) buff body, he's easily the most gorgeous guy I've ever laid eyes on.Crap... see what I mean? Why do I suddenly have the bad feeling that Roan King is going to lead to my utter ruin and downfall?

Can a girl and guy ever be just friends?From USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic comes a funny, sexy standalone novel.Emerson and I met freshman year of high school and we've been tight ever since. I've been pretty good about keeping her locked in the- girls I don't think about having sex with part of my brain. Which is no easy feat because, let's face it, unless we're related, you're potential spank bank material.Luckily for me, Southern University has an overabundance of Red Devils hockey groupies, which means there are always plenty of puck bunnies for me to choose from. I'm just careful to make sure they look nothing like Em. So, it should be all good in the hood, right?Wrong.I'm embarrassed to admit this, but lately, I can't seem to get it up. Unless an image of Em pops into my head. Then it's all systems go. It's a messed-up situation. One Emerson is blissfully unaware of. And that's exactly the way it needs to stay. What I've learned is that friendship is a hell of a lot harder to come by than hookups. Ready for a complication? It turns out that Em is a virgin. And she wants me to be the one to, well...take care of business. You better believe I shot down the idea before it could gain traction in my brain. Maybe Em doesn't realize it, but remaining friends after you've slept with someone happens about as often as spotting a tie-dye-colored unicorn that craps sprinkles. If it weren't rare, everyone would be doing it, right?Exactly.As far as I'm concerned, Emerson has remained a virgin for this long, she can damn well wait to do the deed until after we part ways next year. Unfortunately, my best friend has other ideas. Which pretty much means I'm screwed. And not in a good way.

Am I guilty of sleeping with Gray Freshman year? Yes, I am. Have I spent the last two and a half years avoiding him like the plague? You better believe it.From USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic comes a sexy, new adult college sports romance.Grayson McNichols can have his pick of girls on this campus. Just ask him and he'll tell you that the females of Hillsdale University have a real penchant for sexy, hockey playing hotties. Hell, all he has to do is flash a smile in their direction and they fall right onto their backs and spread their legs.Would I happen to be one of them?Umm...I'm going to plead the fifth on that one.All right, fine. You caught me. I made the mistake of knocking boots with Gray freshman year. What can I say? I'm a sucker for gorgeous guys with inky black hair, bright blue eyes, and dimples. And don't even get me started on his chiseled chest and abs of steel...After we hooked up, I never heard from Gray again. Not that I expected too. Okay, that's a lie. Maybe for one brief, delusional moment, I thought I might be different. You know, the girl who changes the hockey playing bad boy for the better (cue the laughter). But he swiftly disabused me of that notion by moving on to fresh meat in the blink of an eye.Which is precisely why I've avoided Grayson like the plague ever since.Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and I totally deserve what I get.Well, I don't plan on falling into that trap ever again.Except...now our parents are dating, and Gray's come up with a cockamamie plan to break them up that has disaster written all over it.

Bye-bye hot tattoo guy. May we never meet again.From USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic comes a sexy, new adult college sports romance.LiamThe moment she stepped foot through the door, she was on my radar. How could she not be? The woman is absolutely gorgeous. Thick, inky black hair and a sweetly curved body. Although I have to admit, this hole-in-the-wall dive bar doesn't exactly seem like her scene.For one, she's wearing too much clothing.Two, she's shooting down every guy that sniffs around her table like it's her sole mission in life. Casualties are scattered across the beer-stained floor as we speak.And three, my guess is that she's a little older than the usual college-aged crowd that hangs out here looking for a hookup to stumble home with at the end of the night.After a careful assessment of the situation, my current plan of action is to keep my sights firmly locked on the target as I bide my time nursing a beer. Luckily, it doesn't take long for some drunken idiot to give me the perfect opportunity to step in and run interference.GiaThe moment he slides his muscular arm around my body and pretends to be my boyfriend, I know I'm in trouble. But inviting the guy I can't shake loose home with us for a threesome?Yep, I'm done for.Especially when the guy in question-the one who can't seem to take no for an answer-practically sprints away as if the hounds of hell are nipping at his heels. A handsome face, ripped muscles, and colorful ink decorating your arms will get you a second look. Being sexy, funny, and intuitive are what end up sealing the deal.He wants to buy me a drink. I'm tempted to let him. My insides are pinging like crazy, and I can't remember the last time that happened.But he's young. Too young.If I were smart, I'd walk away and forget about him. But I can't bring myself to do that. Which is exactly how I end up in his bed at the end of the night with him doing the most delightfully wicked-er...sorry, I'm not one to kiss and tell. Three orgasms later, and I'm sneaking out of his apartment at the crack of dawn.I know I'll never see him again because this was strictly a one-time deal.We agreed. But you know what they say about best laid plans...They never quite work out the way you expect them to.

From USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic comes a sexy, new adult romantic suspense novel.There's nothing wrong with a harmless little crush, right?And who better to crush on than the gorgeous man next door?The one who would never look twice in my direction.Except he does.The first time he pins me in place with his dark gaze, I'm rendered speechless. The first time he lays his hands on me, I melt. And the first time he takes me, well...I fall to pieces, wondering if I'll ever be the same again.Everything about him screams danger.And yet I'd be lying through my teeth if I didn't admit that was part of the attraction.Chicago is supposed to be a new beginning for me. A chance to find my bearings and live again. The man next door is the last person I should be getting involved with.And yet, here I am.A moth dancing too close to the flickering flame, hoping I don't get torched.

Betrayal. Blackmail. Revenge.How is it that those three words now rule my life?From USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic comes a dark, sexy high school bully romance.Welcome to the world of Hawthorne Prep. A seemingly idyllic school where ivy clings to the thick stone walls and a wrought iron gate keeps out the townies who can't afford to foot the hefty price tag.Except...I'm one of those townies.I don't belong here.Most of the time, I feel like an outsider with her face smashed against a windowpane while staring inside. It's a lonely feeling. One I've gotten used to. There are times when I secretly wonder if I'll make it through senior year intact.But then someone comes along and turns my world upside down and inside out. He makes me feel things I never dreamed possible. There's a possessiveness to the way he watches me, and it sets my nerves on edge.Especially when it's in front of my boyfriend.The one I desperately want to break up with.The very same one who will make my life hell if I try to pull the plug.Steering clear of Austin Hawthorne is my only option. A little attempt at self-preservation. For both our sakes.One night changes everything between us and has me believing in the possibility of something more.Just as swiftly as I'm given hope, it all comes crashing down around my head, making me a pawn in a game between two boys who will stop at nothing to take each other down.Prince of Hawthorne Prep is book one in a duet and not a standalone novel. The completed duet is a standalone story within the Hawthorne Prep series and will conclude with Princess of Hawthorne Prep. You do not need to have read the previous books in this series to enjoy this duet.

From USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic comes a sexy new adult, college sports romance.Trust me when I say that Rowan Michaels fever is alive and well at Western University. His fanbase is legendary. The guy is a major player. Both on and off the field. Girls fall all over themselves to be with him. They fill the stands at football practice, show up at parties he's rumored to be at, and basically stalk him around campusIt's a little nauseatingDon't these girls have any self-respect when it comes to a hot guy?Fine...I'll admit it, he's good looking. If you're into that kind of thing. Which I'm not. I've got school and soccer to keep me busy which is exactly why I avoid him like an unfortunate clap diagnosisToo bad for me that Rowan is my father's star quarterback. He's practically part of the family, attending Wednesday night dinners with us. To make matters worse, we're in the same major and get stuck together in classes every semester. It's like the universe is trying to play a cosmic joke on me. The one guy I'd like to steer clear of is the very same one I can't seem to get away from. But what if Rowan isn't the player I pegged him to be?What if one little secret has the capability to change everything between us?