Southern Ballers

Slade 'Slaughter' Clark I'm a southern college football star in my senior year, and all eyes are on me, just the way I like it. I'm not riding a wave to the NFL. I am the wave, and everyone knows it, including my fans, opponents, coaches, every NFL agent who matters, and the hot little chicks who follow me around. I'm the whole package...with a package that leaves chicks wanting more. There's just one exception. Cassidy Greyson. She is the uptight cheerleader, my brother's best friend, and a fellow student in a few of my courses. Getting a piece of her is now my informal senior year 'pet' project. Little does she know she's about to be owned. Cassidy Greyson I worked my butt off for three school years and two long summers so I could graduate early and get the hell out of my backwater life in Louisiana. Sure, I stuck to the cheerleading, but only because it was a family tradition that my mother insisted I keep up. Just because my older sister, Caroline, fell for the 'be-a-cheerleader-to-marry-an-NFL-star' trap, doesn't mean I want to follow in their footsteps. This is why Slade 'Slaughter' Clark doesn't have a chance in hell. I've avoided falling for the arrogant jock up until now, and there's no way I'll let him in. My business professor may have thought he was doing us both a favor when he forced Slade and me to partner up for a major project. I just wish I didn't have to stare into his sexy hazel eyes or watch him flex his tight, bulky muscles while we work together.

Bad Boys Play Hard...in Texas Chris 'Texas' James I'm the fastest cornerback on the best team in the SEC, and my future looks bright. The NFL has ranked me in the top 50 overall potential draftees. I have to keep working hard to make it there. I drove home to El Paso, Texas to see my folks for a week before the start of senior year and Fall camp out in Baton Rouge. While I was back home, one of my crew threw a party for me at the Raging Bull Saloon. That's when I first met Josephine. She was a sweet little curvy redhead with a mouth wanting to be tamed. Oh, the things I could do with all those curves. We had one scorcher of a hookup in the men's restroom. Then we went our separate ways... until I saw her again beside her junkyard jalopy, broken down at the side of the highway. Who knew a random hookup could end up taking us places. Josephine (Jo) Quinn I was leaving El Paso. I had no one left alive in these parts who gave a crap about me, and no reason at all to stay. After a talk with my only sister in New Orleans, I decided to pack it up and get the hell out. The night before leaving it all behind, I took a detour at the Raging Bull Saloon to let off some steam. That's when I met a big strong football player with arms that picked me up as though I was light as a feather...which I ain't. We had one hell of a restroom hookup. Then I went home and got my stuff together. I just didn't figure on my old, piece of crap Frankencar giving up the ghost on the side of the interstate. And I sure as hell didn't plan on what came next with cornerback Chris.

Everything I do, I aim to win BIG. Evan Marshall: I'm the loud-mouthed, no-nonsense wide receiver who got my team over the SEC championships hump. Yeah, I also have an attitude and can get kinky in the bedroom. Women love it, and those who don't can use the door. Right after winning at the bowl games and taking a break for Christmas holidays, the shit hit the fan. I ended up with a career-threatening injury seven weeks before the national combine. I was screwed. Then I find out the athletic therapist they assigned to my recovery is a chick. For my grade two groin tendon injury. Well, f*ck me. After a beat, I took on Samantha Woodward for the challenge that she was. A sexy, feisty, athletic therapist...and a virgin. Challenge accepted. Let the games begin. Samantha Woodward Every aspect of my final semester at college was lined up perfectly. I was just assigned to the college baseball team as the lead student, athletic trainer, and therapist and hoped to work with an MLB team upon graduating. It was perfect. Until it wasn't. Out of left field, I got dealt the shittiest hand from a cursed deck of cards. My assignment was stripped from me and I was left with Evan Marshall. Six weeks to get him off the injured list and performing as though it never happened. Six weeks with an opinionated, arrogant, self-centered, smoldering hot, irresistible jock. Six weeks working on his groin injury...and I'm a virgin. Just kill me now.

Read. Indulge in a Bad Boy Baller. Repeat. Three hot, full-length, standalone sports romance stories, each with its own happily ever after ending. ***Warning: Contains hundreds of pages of alpha males, steamy romance, and Kindle-melting action.*** Bad Boy Ballers includes these three stories for one low, low price: Go Deep - Slade, and Cassidy, Hook Up - Chris and Josephine, Win Big - Evan and Samantha.