Finding the End Zone

Never date a player.

Football god Callahan O'Reilly can keep his blazing blue eyes to himself. Jamaica Winslow has a scholarship to maintain. She does not have time to babysit a jock through a make-or-break class project. Even if one smoldering glance from him sets her panties on fire.

Time to change her mind.

Jamaica Winslow opens her mouth and spews sass like a volcano. One look at her uptight package and Callahan O'Reilly wants to coax the genie from the bottle, unleash all the passion she hides beneath a mop of unruly curls and a smart-ass attitude. She's not his type, she doesn't know one damn thing about the game that rules his life, and he can't stop thinking about her.

Who said anything about love?

Jamaica does her best to keep him at arm's length, but Callahan is not a pro prospect because he waits for the play to come to him. With the game on the line, he always wants the ball. When an alum with deep pockets and delusions of grandeur makes demands that threaten his NFL chances and Jamaica's scholarship, Callahan has no choice but to man up and do the right thing no matter the cost.

It started as fun and games. Now he's playing for his future—and her heart.

Game Time.