Tight End

I met the man of my dreams at trivia night.
How was I supposed to know he was a famous NFL player?


Brody Carter is everything a girl could ever want.
Strong, charming, insanely hot–and with a sizzling Texas twang to his deep voice.
Not to mention the sense of humor that makes me double-over with laughter.
But at the end of our amazing night, after I gave him my number?
He never called me.

Now it’s three months later.
I’m a cheerleader on the Salt Lake City Stallions.
And I just learned that Brody Carter is the team’s Tight End.
Which means it’s literally my job to watch his chiseled body run around, all covered in sweat.

Yet neither of us can forget the amazing first date we shared.
And his knowing smiles and flirty jokes become the best parts of my day.
As the season plays out, can we find a way to stay just friends?
Or will we be unable to keep our minds–and our hands–off each other?

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