No girl is off-limits to Rayburn University’s star running back. Not even the coach’s daughter.
Hell, I’m about to bring this school an NCAA Championship, the least I’m owed is a piece of that sweet little home-grown ass of hers.
For the first time in my life, something about this girl has me reeling. I can’t shake the thought of her innocent smile, the smell of her perfume, or the way her hips sway mockingly back and forth as she walks away from me.
I know she wants me, I know she can barely help herself, I know because of the way her body betrays her every time we touch…but the wrath of her father—my coach—stops her dead in her tracks. Every. Time.
I’ve lived my entire life one yard at a time, taking what I want, when I want it, and accepting nothing less. There are no consequences when you’re a campus god.
There’s nothing that can stop me, on or off the field, from getting this girl.
Sure, on the surface Dean Carter seems like the stereotypical asshole jock, the sorority-wet-t-shirt-contest-loving frat boy, the womanizing man-slut.
But I know that deep down, underneath the football pads and layers of tattooed-muscle, there’s a man worth losing everything for.
My father would kill us both if he found out that I let Dean “know me” that way.
He’d murder us if he found out my tutoring sessions with Dean involved learning more than just English literature…
A guy like Dean can be addictive, dangerous, sexually exquisite…but all actions have consequences.
Beauty and the Running Back is a full-length contemporary sports romance novel. This book involves a lot of hot steamy sex, and a little football. 18+, HEA, no cliff.
Includes a FREE Copy of “Stepbrother Billionaire” at the end!!!
- Original Title:Beauty and the Running Back
- Author:Colleen Masters
- Rating:7.22 / 10
- Genre:New Adult
- Publisher:Published July 18th 2016 by Hearts Collective Publishing
Muggy, late August air hangs heavy over the field as my teammates and I assemble for the first practice of the season. It’s only seven in the morning, but I’ve been awake for hours. I can never sleep the night before a new season kicks into gear. It’s been like that for as long as I can remember; since I was eight years old and playing pee wee football. More than Christmas, more than my birthday, more than getting my driver’s license or getting laid for the first time, the first practice back on the field is what I’ve always looked forward to more than anything else.
I suck a deep breath into my lungs as I stride across the Rayburn University football field. My home turf. I know this acre of land better than any other place on earth. Since freshman year, my entire life has revolved around this stretch of grass. Sure, I’...