Unclean mouth. Filthy mind. Untidy past. I'm no saint, and I hear my online reputation precedes me, but you can't think everything people say.
I've earned a living playing by the rules only when the clock is ticking, the ball has been snapped, and I'm cleat-deep in AstroTurf. I screwed up last year. I went too far with the girls and the partying and the benders, and I produced a Public Relations sh * t storm for my group in the process. As an outcome, the group owner sentenced me to live in some gated, Floridian retirement village till I can "relax."
Football is my life, and I enjoy my group. They're the only household I've got any longer, so I'll do exactly what I need to do to stay where I am.
The rules are clear: no girls, less alcohol, no promotion stunts. If I lay low and repair my online reputation, I will not get cut. It's that easy. Everything was working out. For the very first time in my life, I was living by another person's rules ...
< br/ > ... then * she * showed up for the summertime.
My next door next-door neighbor's terrific niece is checking out, and it does not take wish for me to see Delilah Rosewood is the ideal mix of sexy and clever. She makes me want to break all the rules and draw every charge simply to get a taste. She's all curves and opinions and bee-stung lips, and I'm all trying-to-do-everything-I-can-to-convince-her-to-give-me-the-time-of-day.
But there's one problem: she hates me with the enthusiasm of a thousand Florida suns.
< br/ > < br/ > AUTHOR'S KEEP IN MIND: This is a full-length, standalone romance. You do not need to check out ROYAL or BACHELOR. This copy includes a special series epilogue.