Waverly Wildcats

What's a girl have to do to lose her virginity around here? When I decided to ditch my V-card, I figured Greek Row was a sure thing. I didn't count on Cooper-the-cockblocking-jockhole-DeLaurentis or his misguided sense of bro code putting an embarrassing end to my hookup. After all, Waverly's star wide receiver is the most notorious player on campus. He's arrogant. Infuriating. Sexy as hell. Just ask him. Worse? He's made it his personal mission to scare off every guy who shows an interest in me. But I'm not about to be outwitted by a hypocritical baller with more ego than sense. I may be a hot mess, but I'm no pushover. Two can play this game, and I'm playing to win. Welcome to the cockblockalypse...

Brady Vaughn is sweet, sexy, and totally into me… Too bad I don't have time for distractions, especially the relentless football player kind. If I want to graduate next semester, I need to focus on student teaching, not on my love life. But Brady's incredibly hard to resist. Not only is he the most gorgeous guy I've ever laid eyes on, he has the personality to match. He's sweet. Attentive. Real. When he crashes my pole dancing class, swearing he'll return every week until I give him a shot, I'm certain he'll be the first to crack. But with each passing week, he's melting my defenses, and it's getting harder and harder to resist his quiet charm. The only problem? He doesn't know about my side hustle as a camgirl, and I plan to keep it that way. As much as I like Brady, I can't risk my future-or my career in education-on anything less than a sure thing. If life has taught me anything, it's that there are no guarantees, and if my secret gets out, I'm not the only one with something to lose…

DJ Parker is a Grade A Pr*ck… The guy struts around campus like he's God's gift to Wildcat football, but I know the truth. He's arrogant, obnoxious, and terrible in bed. Two years ago, we hooked up and the only memorable thing about it was the fact that he called me the wrong name and ghosted me afterward. So when he moves in next door, who could blame me for wanting a little revenge? Too bad my prank didn't go as planned. Now my gymnastics scholarship is on the line and I'm stuck playing Waverly's mascot for the rest of the semester. The only thing worse than the fur suit? Cheering for the guy who shattered my confidence. Parker is everywhere I look these days, and time has done nothing to diminish our chemistry, so when he vows to redeem himself and suggests an enemies-with-benefits arrangement, I'm down. After all, Parker and I will never be anything more… Not when we're fighting for the same internship. Only one of us can finish first, and this time, it's going to be me.

Three words to describe Kennedy Carter? Smart. Driven. Killer legs. See also: my last hope of winning a national football championship. Okay, so technically that's more than three, but I've got bigger problems at the moment. Thanks to a drunken dare, Waverly University is short a kicker and with the home opener in three weeks, I'll do whatever it takes to lead my team to victory. Even if it means poaching talent from the women's soccer team. Or recruiting a sassy, STEM-loving feminist who wants nothing to do with football or me. Fortunately, Kennedy Carter has a weakness. One I'm not above exploiting if it gets her to play ball. Sparks fly and the more time we spend together, the harder it gets to fight the sizzling attraction. But Carter's off limits and if word of our teammates with benefits arrangement gets out, I'll be riding the bench. I've always played by the rules, but this is one game I can't afford to lose. Not when it means choosing between my legacy and claiming Carter.