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370 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 25, 2017
Jensen Lund was one hundred percent prime alpha male and one hundred thousand percent off-limits.

Rowan Michaels broke every single one of my dating rules. Every. Single. One. So it was a good thing we’d come to an agreement. Just friends. Nothing more.
I’m very good at two things that begin with the letter F, Ro. The first is football. The second … doesn’t have a damn thing to do with being friends.”
Admit we’re more than friends, Rowan.”
“We’re more than friends, Jensen.”
“Tell me you missed me, sweetheart.”
“I missed you, sweetheart.”

She needed more time. I could give her that. For her, I’d learned patience. Because I knew she was worth the wait.
Jensen Lund. I am so crazy for you I don’t know what to do with it.”





Sexy football player and single mother professional cheerleader? Yes, please! This had all the markings for a story I was bound to love and Ms. James delivered on it. “So we’re the only ones who know that the first thing to keep The Rocket from asking a woman out on a date is if her status is a single mother?” Walker said. “Bite me,” I ground out. “The second thing is no cheerleaders,” Brady added. “And the third no-go . . . no health care professionals,” Walker finished.
“Maybe I don’t have a high opinion for that exact reason. I know what goes on when that door to the luxury hotel suite closes after the game.”
She wasn’t my type. She was nothing like the easy chicks that vied for my attention.
I liked blondes. She had fiery red hair.
I avoided confrontational women.
“It pisses me off that Lucy was struggling, right under our noses, raising your child alone while you were off hitting the bottle and nailing every chick who so much as breathed on you. And you had the balls to lie to all of us about it. So now that you’re finally on the right path, don’t put your frustration with yourself and your parental shortcomings on Lucy. Don’t turn into that bitter guy who blames everyone else for his crappy decisions.”
“I see she’s recruited another member of my family to Team Lucy,” he said testily.
During Jax’s drinking days, he invested in a bar with one of his puck bunnies. After he sobered up, he realized running a bar was no longer a retirement option. The partnership contract is a mess. But the bottom line is he can’t sell his half. His partner can’t sell hers. They’re stuck, so Ash and I are acting partners on Jax’s behalf.


"I am very, very good with my hands."
"I look at you, but I don't always see you, Rowan."
I found it hard to breathe.
I tasted the soft feminine flesh that glistened just for me. I demonstrated what every shudder, sigh, and gasp meant.
"Now that I've had a taste of you?" I want more. I want it all."
