Jennifer Sucevic

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...

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.

Two years ago, both of my parents died in a tragic car accident. I've spent that time just trying to keep my head above water. This move to Chicago, it's a whole new beginning for me. I've bought a fantastic condo with spectacular views of Lake Michigan, I'm starting a grad program at Northwestern, and I'll be able to see my godfather, Dominic, as often as I'd like. Since the death of my parents, he's swooped in and taken care of everything, including me. Without him, I would be lost.What I don't expect is my sexy new neighbor. From the first moment our eyes collide, I'm completely enthralled. I've never seen a man so stunningly handsome. No one has ever set my pulse racing the way he does. Especially when he's pinning me in place with those dark, espresso-colored eyes.I tell myself that it's nothing more than a harmless crush. After two long years of being steeped in grief, it feels amazing to have all this lust and longing rush through every cell of my body. Except... somehow it morphs into way more than that. Suddenly I'm having this intensely sexual relationship with a man I barely know. A man who refuses to reveal anything about himself, which I know is a red flag... Before I realize it, everything is spiraling out of control. There are two men who want more from me. One whom I already love and another who makes me feel more alive than I've ever felt in my life. But choices have to be made and there are consequences to every decision. What I don't realize until it's too late, is that all is not as it seems with either of them.

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.

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 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?