When the biggest player on the field finally meets his match...

I'm going to be honest, here. The moment that I met Brock Edwards, I was pretty sure that I had drawn the short straw.

I mean, seriously.

He thinks that he is God's gift to women, and while that may be partially true, it doesn't matter to me.

I have one job, and one job only.

Keeping him in the game, before his fed up coach trades him at the end of the season.

It should be easy, except, he resists me at every turn. Just when I think that we're making progress, BAM!

He turns back into an asshole.

I want to hate the guy, really, I do.

Except the more time that I spend with him, the more I realize that there is a lot more to Brock Edwards than his image shows.

He also has heartbreak written across his face.

I'm going to work hard to keep him on the field, but I'm going to have to work harder to keep him out of my bed, and worse?

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