Steamy College Sports

I hear the classroom door creak open just before the lecture is supposed to begin. I whip around in my seat, irritated, to see just who dared to show up so late for this class.  

I could barely contain myself when I saw Matt Jacobs was teaching a statistics elective at Stone Creek University this semester. He was a fellow with the American Statistical Association for god's sake, one of the most distinguished people in the field…and he's here at my college.  

So yeah, it bugs me that Talon Kelly is even here, let alone sauntering in just as Matt is about to begin speaking. Talon "The Claw" Kelly thinks he's god's gift to this school, and that's probably because everyone constantly reassures him that he is, in fact, our savior.  

He's the quarterback of the football team, of course. He probably hasn't seen the inside of a textbook since he learned how to read, if he ever learned that much. I remember that he hurt his knee this past fall, and sure enough, he clatters into class with a pair of crutches and some enormous brace. "Sorry, guys," he says, his deep voice smooth and condescending. "I'm moving a little slowly these days." 

I look into my notebook, hiding behind the curtain of my straight, brown hair, as he hops down the aisle of desks and into a seat behind me. Matt Jacobs leans into the podium and says, kindly, "Take your time, Mr…?" 

"Kelly," he shouts, and I feel his breath on my neck as he leans forward to tuck his crutches under his seat. "But everyone calls me Claw." 

With a chuckle, our instructor says, "Well, Mr. Kelly, most people call me Dr. Jacobs, but I was just about to tell your classmates here that this semester, I'd like you all to call me Matt." 

My jaw drops at this. I'm really going to have to get over being starstruck, especially when I go to office hours. Matt continues. "This semester, we're going to explore post-college applications of statistics. Everything from sports analytics to biostatistics." 

I hang on his every word. I've been a statistics nerd as far back as I can remember. Oh, I know all about Talon Kelly and his football performance. My high school required everyone to participate in sports in some capacity. Having absolutely zero interest in playing a sport, I opted instead to keep stats. I begrudgingly learned the ins and outs of football. I'm not humble about statistics. I'm really good at what I do, and I helped the coaching staff recognize patterns they weren't seeing. I might not like football very much, but I sure did know which defense teams were more likely to cover the open, deep field for a long pass. 

I interned in the stats booth here at SCU a few semesters, too. It was good experience for me. I got to work with some interesting new software, and D1 college football is a high-pressure environment to be keeping stats! I probably would have enjoyed staring at the muscle-bound men I was tracking if I'd had time, but the mood in the stats booth was urgent and fierce. I can tell you all about the Claw and his pass completion percentages, and now that I see him up close I understand more about what I've heard about his action stats with SCU girls.  

But what I really want to do is study biostatistics. With Matt Jacobs. At Dartmouth. I can't let the Claw distract me from why I'm in this elective. Before I can stop myself, I've drifted far into a fantasy involving Matt and me being honored by the National Institutes of Health for our contributions to the world of infectious disease. I jump and squeak when I feel a hand on my shoulder.  

"Help a guy out?" Talon lets his hand linger on my shoulder, and I'm stunned by my body's response to his touch. His hand is warm and firm through my sweater, and I feel the blood rush to the place where his fingers rest above my collarbone. I stare at his hand, which is nearly as large as my face.  

"Sorry? What?" Class is over and people are filing out of the room.  

Talon slides his hand from my back and smiles at me. He's objectively handsome. No, that's not even the right word. Talon Kelly is sexy. I let my eyes linger a moment too long on his dazzling blue eyes. He repeats, "Can you help me out? I can't reach my crutches and I can't bend all the way forward with this brace on." 

I look more closely at the yards of padding and velcro immobilizing his leg. Talon raises his eyebrows as I stare at his leg, apparently wondering if I'm completely daft. "Sorry," I mutter, leaning forward to pick up the crutches. Our hands touch as he takes the crutches from me and I feel a sizzle as he begins to hoist himself into a standing position.  

He smells clean, like soap and laundry detergent, and he's chewing mint gum in the side of his mouth. He grunts softly as he shifts his weight onto the crutches. I stand up next to him and feel dwarfed by his height. I never realized how very large the players were. From up in the box, they all just look like stick figures.  

"See anything you like?" His deep voice jars me, again, from staring.

Deep in the Pocket

What happens when research partners discover more than they bargained for?

Serena Sanders is determined to put her past behind her. She's done with football and, most importantly with, football players. She's got her sights set on graduate school...and maybe, her sexy professor can help her get there.

All her plans come crashing down as Talon "The Claw" Kelly stumbles into her class. The quarterback for SCU is cocky and more interested in Serena's assets than he is in working on their group project...until he finds out she's still got her v-card, that is.

Will Serena overcome her growing feelings for this unexpected ally? Will Talon outgrow his "party boy" ways and get serious before graduation?

Hard Edge

He's a hockey star with a GPA problem. She *needs* to keep her tutoring job. What happens if their spark burns the rulebook?

Neal Sweeney is the campus golden boy. He works hard and lives hard, but when his grades threaten his ability to play forward for SCU, the math department sets him up with a tutor.

Studious, serious, and totally off limits, Dahlia Wardzinski steps into the study lounge, and Neal is ready to learn whatever she's teaching. The only problem? Dahlia is a woman who follows the rules. She can't risk her work-study funding to cross a line with Neal.

Things heat up when Neal makes a play in the library, and Dahlia finds herself doing things she never imagined. Will Dahlia's boss find out how badly she wants to let him score? Will she wind up just another notch on Neal Sweeney's bedpost?

Possession

She’s all he’s got in the world. He’s her rock and support. Can they risk their friendship for passion?

Baxter Morgan is a football god. He was made to pile drive, and a lifetime of pent-up rage has him coiled to pounce.

Olive Hampton is the girl next door. Their family lives are a tattered mess, and for years, they’ve relied on each other for everything. While Bax paved his way to SCU on a football scholarship, Olive scrapes by with her work-study job in the training room. When drama and injuries threaten to tear them apart, an undeniable spark ignites between the lifelong best friends. Can they bet it all and taste true love?

A bully hero, a determined heroine, and sizzling passion will hook you into this fast listen from the creator of the Stag Brothers. If you like sports romance, steamy passion, and intense action, you’ll devour this friends-to-lovers novel faster than a defensive tackle scoops up a fumble.

Foring Passion

I can't tear my eyes away from her.

She's incredible, the best soccer midfielder I've ever seen. Raw passion on the field.

A hundred percent my type, but a thousand percent a distraction I can't afford right now.

I've dated other athletes before. We're all too focused on our game for anything meaningful off the field. And usually, I prefer it that way.

But she's all muscle and grit, with fierce eyes that let me know she'd wreck my body. And I'd love every second.

Our connection feels immediate. The desire is mutual, like nothing I've felt before.

Then I make the mistake of a lifetime: I let her wreck my heart.