[COMPLETE] Sorry this may be cringe, it was written very long ago A seemingly ordinary, working college girl meets a cool, undeniably sexy boy with millions of followers at his feet. How will their completely different lives allow, or prevent them from getting what they want? Expect some drama, flirty lines, steamy scenes, funny best friends, and perhaps, an overall epic love connection. ~ Carter came around the corner as his eyes darkened with a predatory gaze. Oh no. He took a step forward, minimalizing the distance with every dominating stride, as I froze in my spot. My breath hitched as his arms finally encircled my waist and his eyes locked with mine. In one swift motion, he flipped my body so my back was pressed against his chest and hands gripped the curve of my hips. "What game are you trying to play at Valerie?" he spoke in a husky voice. Goosebumps danced along my skin as his hot breath fanned against the shell of my ear and his fingertips lit a trail of blazing heat along the length of my arm. Mentally shaking myself from the trance of that which is Carter Bryson, I tilted my head towards him and whispered; "One where you'll lose." Quickly escaping his hold on me before the tension became unbearable, I spun on my heel to face him and slowly backed away towards the exit. "Good luck though." I added mischievously. With a smirk and a devilish glint in his eyes that could even give hell a run for its money, he replied; "I'm not a player though, baby. I'm the gamemaker." ~ ❗️Mature content. Reader discretion advised. Started 29/09/18. Finished 16/12/18. This book is not to be copied or reproduced in any way.

{CURRENTLY REWRITING} BRODY MILLER... I was a hockey star. There was no modest way to put it. I was the best of the best. I was the captain of the best Division I team in the country. It didn't help that I was smart and hot. I was that guy that made all the rest self-conscious. I had my fair share of puck bunnies, all running at my every beck and call. I thought I had it all, until I realized I didn't have everything. I didn't have my perfect girl. I didn't have Hailey Allen and I wasn't going to stop until she was mine. HAILEY ALLEN... Athletes were not my type. They were rude and cocky and oh-so-gorgeous. My issue was that they were painfully aware of that last fact. They though they were God's gift to Earth. I liked my men modest and humble. Smart and caring. Kind and responsible. I definitely was never going to fall in love with the ice hockey star, even if he did have the most incredible green eyes. Even if he was as smart as I could only wish to be. Even if he was Brody Miller and just so easy to fall in love with. {Viewer discretion advised - strong language and sexual references} #258 in teenfiction #1 in Sport