Grid Iron Bad Boy: A Football Romance

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I fought for my country.
Now, it's time to fight for my dreams.
I traded my combat boots for cleats and the battlefield for the football field.

I'd say it worked for me.

With scouts from the professional league at my games and more girls lined up outside my locker room than at the door of a club, I'm living every bachelor's American Dream.

So, why do I only dream of her?

Her beautiful brown eyes, her sweet innocence, her voluptuous curves. She’s all I want and the one thing I can’t have.

She just needs a taste. One night of passion and I’ll have her addicted.


Cameron Armstrong is a cocky, arrogant, sexy, delicious...

Where was I going with this again?

He’s a combat veteran and an all-star athlete with rippled muscles and the charm that makes panties easily drop for him.

When he shows up with a swagger and a smile, I tell him two words he's never heard before: Not Interested.

But Cameron doesn’t take no for an answer.

My heart tells me to trust him.

But, with his reputation and frenzied fangirls, I can't shake my fear.

Am I just another play in his book?

GRIDIRON BAD BOY is a stand-alone, full-length romance with an HEA. For a limited time, a second full-length novel, American Bad Boy, is included!

Book Info

  • Original Title:Grid Iron Bad Boy: A Football Romance
  • Author:
  • Rating:8.54 / 10
  • Genre:Romance
  • Language:English
  • ISBN:-
  • ASIN:B01M09KUM9
  • Publisher:Published September 25th 2016







10 Months Earlier


“Quack, quack!”

“Um, what?” I hold the door open for my sister and she squeezes past me into my new place.

“Well, I figure if I’m stuck waddling around like a duck, I might as well sound like one, right?” She smirks at me. “Besides, I’m not sure what kind of sound a beached whale makes,” she kicks off her shoes and I follow her down the hall to the kitchen.

“Oh give me a break,” I laugh, “you’re gorgeous and you know it! You have that perfect little basketball belly!” Walking behind her, it’s easy to see that she does have a lot more sway in her step than she did last time we hung out. I wouldn’t call it waddling, though.

Well, not to her face anyway.

“Yeah, well, I feel like I swallo...

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