Football star, Dirk Curry, is the type of man that women all over the world fantasize about. A deadly combination of endearing charm, outgoing personality and movie star good looks makes him nearly irresistible- most of the time, that is. Chelsy Lawson hates sports. Her father, Torrence Lawson, was well known as Dallas Supernova's most beloved Quarterback after winning MVP for seven years straight. If that wasn't enough, her mother was known for being one of the most aggressive female sport's agents of her time. And then there was her baby sister, Mary Lawson, who just so happened to be one of ESPN's most popular female sports analysts. Growing up, Chelsy found herself surrounded by sport's athletes. Many of them coming in and out of her home, making her life crazy with their inflated egos and an insane desire to talk about themselves. After college, she settled down with a prominent law firm as a legal assistant. With her life just beginning she wanted to stay as far away from famous athletes as she possibly could. But there was one place she couldn't avoid said athletes- her sister's wedding to another famous football star, Jet (Colton) Jordan. It was supposed to be the wedding of the year. Everyone was supposed to be there, including the magnetic, Dirk Curry who is instantly intrigued with the little spitfire whom he later learns is the older Lawson sister. Sparks begin to fly as Chelsy does everything in her power to dodge Mr. Dirk Curry. But Dirk Curry was a player and when he played- he played for keeps. All he needed was the perfect plan. Game plan, that is.......

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

Some opposites attract; some rip each others clothes off. Stormy-Rain and Marcus are polar opposites: she's a free-spirited, Tarot card reading, rainbow-haired hippie; he wears a suit and tie, and over-shines his already too-shiny shoes. She believes in ancient aliens, crystal healing and auras; he's governed by law and logic, and doesn't believe in Fate. But Fate believes in them...So what happens when their worlds collide and disaster strikes? When they're thrown together under strange circumstances and embark on an epic road trip to catch a plane to a wedding a long way from home? The clock is ticking...and they are seriously ticking each other off. But they're about to discover just how thin the line is between love and hate.