Eve Williams is a hopeless romantic.
 
Wearing her heart on her sleeve, she’s certain she’ll know her fairytale prince when she meets him. And when a ruggedly handsome cowboy with brooding Texan charm moves to town, Eve finds herself completely besotted.
 
Little does she know that while Miles might be charming, he’s no one’s prince.
 
Miles Madison learned the hard way that serious relationships will ruin you, and Eve has serious written all over her. So, when she pursues him, Miles douses her hopes and walks away, because forever doesn’t exist in his story.
 
After months of ignoring her unrequited crush, a misplaced yoga class puts Eve right in Miles’ backyard, disrupting his series of one-night stands and solitary life plans. And when the man who can only give one thing can no longer resist the woman who wants everything, the idea of forever is no longer out of reach.
 
As their undeniable attraction cracks through Miles’ hardened heart, something unexpected happens--something that will either bond them forever or tear them apart for good.

​Hollywood taught me everything I know about relationships—except how to be in one. As an actor, I became an expert at faking it. Faking that I wasn't affected by my childhood. Faking that I was okay. Faking that I knew how to save the day, the girl, the whole damn world.
 
But I've always known the truth—I’m no one's hero.
 
Until I’m forced to move back to Sugarloaf for six months, and Brenna Allen offers me a chance to prove otherwise. She’s everything I never knew I wanted, but can't have. Her broken heart, perfect face, and adorable children turn my world upside down. Instead of preparing for my next leading role, I’m directing a middle school play.
 
All to make her smile.
 
The more time I spend here, the more I want to stay. Build a life in this town that I swore I’d leave—for her.
 
But when the world comes crashing down around us, I’m forced to decide if staying for her is the right choice or if leaving is better for the woman I love.

​Don’t fall for your enemy…especially when he’s your new roommate.
 
Dean Evans is the worst.
Not only does the devil in disguise steal my pie on a regular basis, he also lives in the apartment right. Next. Door.
I see him all the time. At the mailboxes. In the elevator.
Every single morning.
It’s exhausting because he’s exhausting.
 
Now, after setting his apartment on fire, he’s my roommate…and he’s the worst at that too.
 
I don’t know what possessed me to let him stay with me. Pity, perhaps?
I do know that I won’t be falling for his charm.
Or that panty-dropping smirk.
His quick wit.
That body he works so hard for.
 
Nope. Not falling for any of it…least of all him.
 
There might be a fine line between love and hate, but I know exactly where I stand.
 

​Some people have a voice for radio, but I must have a fanny for infidelity. This is why I bought a one-way ticket from London to New York and decided to ignore all men forever. And then I meet Owen.

Owen holds all the red flags I can’t resist: mysterious and handsome, sarcastic with a clever smile… Plus, he works in tech like I do? Here’s my knickers, good sir.

But, a few cybersecurity breaches at my job means I don’t have time for anything, especially not a classic New York City romance. The bad part is I think the break-ins are coming from the same source. The worst part is that Owen is quickly stealing my heart.

The more time I spend with mysterious, handsome Owen, the more I wonder if maybe he’s the man I’ve been looking for all along. And unfortunately for me, I think that statement might be true in more ways than one.

Darling Arrow,
 
I shouldn’t be writing this. 
 
It’s not as if I’m ever going to send you this letter, and there are a million reasons why.
First of all, I was sent to this reform school as a punishment for a petty, totally inconsequential crime. Not to ogle the principal’s hot son around the campus.
 
Second of all, you’re a giant jerk. You’re arrogant and moody and so cold. Sometimes I think I shouldn’t even like you.
 
But strangely your coldness sets me on fire. 
 
The way your athletic body moves on the soccer field, and the way your powerful thighs sprawl across that motorcycle of yours, make me go inappropriately breathless. 
 
But that’s not the worst part. 
 
The worst part is that you, Arrow Carlisle, are not only the principal’s hot son. 
 
You also happen to be the love of my sister’s life. 

Hollis Taylor is allowed to break the rules. She’s coach’s little girl. And she’s good. If that means she gets to bump one of the guys for the starting catcher’s job on the Public High baseball team, then the others on the squad better suck it up and deal.
 
But breaking rules has taken Cannon Jennings far in life. One of the nation’s top pitching prospects, he came here to throw to his cousin and show college recruiters everything he could do on the mound. Taking his signs from a girl was not part of his blueprint, especially one that screwed over his favorite relative and best friend.
 
Too bad he broke the biggest rule of all before he knew exactly who she was.
 
It was just a New Year’s kiss. Totally forgettable. Especially under the circumstances.
So why can’t he stop thinking about it?
 
*This is book 3 in The Varsity Series by Ginger Scott. You can start this series of stand-alone mature YA sports romances now with Varsity Heartbreaker and Varsity Tiebreaker.
 
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​About Tomorrow...
 
I close my eyes as I hear him speak. I take one very long and deep breath hoping to calm the immediate butterflies that take flight in my stomach and hope to slow down the racing of my heart. The voice was slightly deeper but the timbre was one that was achingly familiar.
 
My actions did little to help, but then who was I kidding? A deep breath wasn't going to fix the effect he had on me and my body's inevitable reaction. Even the memories that would forever haunt me couldn't keep my emotions from triggering at the nearness of him once again.
 
I used to pray that I'd find the strength to move on from him, from the pain that the end carried, from the emptiness in my chest, but ultimately move on from—the loss of Creed Sullivan and the death of his sister, Cora.
 
The Sullivans had been the best part of my summers in New England.
 
Deep down, I knew my ache for all that I had lost was the reason I returned...
 
But I hadn't expected to see him again—especially not like this.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?
 
Can you get anymore cliche? I’d heard that damn phrase my entire life.
Most of the time, it was when a woman was mid-orgasm—or, when I was about to take someone’s life.
You see, we all have our demons.
Apparently, my name was mine. Though it didn’t help me get my answers any faster.
 
I nodded when I was supposed to.
I smirked when I needed to.
I complimented when the timing was right.
Then… I’d send them to hell after giving them nothing but heaven.
I should’ve felt guilt.
I didn’t.
Because I was good at what I did.
 
Making people believe what I wanted them to was an art I perfected. In a world where nothing mattered but staying at the top, I made sure no one slipped through my fingers.
Except for her. 
She was gorgeous.
One might say she was the female version of me.
I lost her once.