From USA TODAY Bestselling Author Sara Ney comes a new series about strong, single girls falling in love: accidentally. Love finds you when you least expect it. That's what my nan always said. Love? I wasn't looking for it so how will I know when I've found it? I'm not romantic like she was—I'm realistic and practical. Quick with my wits and hilarious when I'm in the mood, it'll take more than a handsome face to win my affection. Speaking of handsome faces—Elias Cohen is nothing special (no offense); smug, arrogant. Too flirtatious for his own good.He won't charm me with that crooked smile and dimple in his chin.When Elias comes knocking on my office door during a house party after I play wingman for a friend, I'm tempted to slam the door in his face. But I don't.Because If there's one thing I am, it's curious. And wouldn't you know it—Elias needs a favor. Begs for one,...

Everyone says Rex Gunderson isn't boyfriend material. Everyone says he isn't serious enough. Everyone says he's a joke. In fact, rumor has it—the disgraced ex-manager of the wrestling team left campus with his tail between his legs.But Rex is back, nowhere near the douchebag he used to be—and ready to prove everyone wrong.The leopard has changed his spots—and he's about to become my dating coach.Publishers Note: THE TEACHING HOURS is a short Novella, not a full length novel.

Scarlett is always the sensible one: The sober driver. The planner. The one holding your hair back while you're worshiping the porcelain gods. Week-after-week, she visits Jock Row with her friends—the universities hottest party scene and breeding ground for student athletes. And if keeping her friends out of trouble, and guys out of their pants, was a sport, she'd be the star athlete.Being a well known jock-blocker gets her noticed for all the wrong reasons; just like that, she's banned from Jock Row. NO GUY WANTS A GIRL AROUND WHO KEEPS THEIR JOCK FRIENDS FROM GETTING LAID."Rowdy" Wade is the hot shot short-stop for the universities baseball team—and the unlucky bastard who drew the short straw: keep little Miss Goody Two-Shoes out of the Baseball House. But week-after-week Scarlett returns, determined to get inside.

Piper has been crushing on Ryder Williams for years.. What better chance to make her move on him than when he's sacrificing himself on an auction block for a squealing mass of fans at a charity event? Too bad she'd rather hide in the bathroom than raise her paddel; what girl actually bids on a guy who doesn't know she exists?Not. Piper.But that's what friends are for...One meddling best friend, and an overpriced bid later, and Ryder Willams is Piper's for the taking. Too bad that she has no intention of collecting on his debt.Too bad Ryder is determined to find out why.NOTE:: Switch Bidder is a SHORT #JockHard Novella, at 10,000 words. Aka: Short Novella.

Kip Carmichael is no pretty boy.He's a rough. Dirty. Giant. Hair so unruly, and a beard so thick, his friends on the team call him Sasquatch.The first time Sasquatch lays eyes on Theodora "Teddy" Johnson across the keg at a party one night on Jock Row, she'd been relegated to the sidelines by her jock hungry "friends."Week-after-week, he watches beautiful but bashful Teddy getting overshadowed, and overlooked. Sasquatch finally broad shoulders his way through the crowd, offering to to be her hairy godmother. But the minute their eyes meet? He's a goner.Teaching her the RULES for winning a jock will be the easy part. Not falling in love with her is going to be a losing game.

"Hard pass." That's what the last girl I slept with said when she got her first sober glimpse of me. She laughed, walked out of my penthouse—and I never saw her again. It doesn't matter that I'm a rich, professional athlete; what mattered was my face. Beauty might only be skin deep for some—but I know better. "Pay up." That's what the last girl I spoke to said over the phone when I made her an offer she couldn't refuse. Desperate to sell a set of rare baseball cards, she's clever and entertaining. I'm instantly smitten, but nowhere ready to reveal myself. Thank god she has no idea who I am—or what I look like. I'm a professional athlete—how hard can playing the love game be?