I always had a fantasy about sleeping with a gorgeous stranger. No names. No strings. Just one night where nothing else mattered.So when a ridiculously hot, suited man I'd never seen walked into my small town bar that weekend, I let myself have it. One perfect night. All heat, no history. And by the next day, he was gone.I didn't expect him to stay. I didn't even know his last name. But I also didn't expect two pink lines to show up a few weeks later.

Sorority Secrets: The virgins of Beta Kappa Nu would do anything for each other. Even auction off their most valuable asset…They say I'm a rich, bitter a**hole who isn't capable of normal feelings.Well, they say a lot of things.And they don't know shit.You don't become a billionaire without a strain of obsession bubbling within you. Strong and true, like a deep blue pilot light.It's true, I don't suffer fools. A...

Pregame (verb): To drink alcoholic beverages prior to a social engagement to make it more enjoyable.Before the men of Blackwell settled down, there was the pregame.

Clarissa Hanks:Tonight, I was invited to hang out with the boys.
And of course my all-time high school crush Mason Worthington decides to strut his stuff around me.
And by that, I mean he and his friends are screaming like ogres, running around shirtless...

I swore I was done with football players.Especially my ex's teammates.But then there's Asher Knox—the star quarterback, the campus heartbreaker, and the guy whose reputation is just as legendary as his arm. He's also my ex's fraternity brother.I tell myself it's nothing. Just a fling. A no-strings, no-drama, no-risk distraction before grad school.Except one late-night study session turns into a stolen kiss. Then another. Then another.

I was never supposed to fall for my best friend's brother. But then he touched me like he meant it.Griffin Knox is cocky, reckless, and way too hot for his own good.He's also off-limits—not just because he's a rising football star, but because he's her brother.My best friend's.So when our study abroad program sticks me in a hotel room with him—for two entire weeks—in Mexico, I promise myself I can handle it.I was wrong.One te...