Цикл книг «St. Paul U Players» — 3 книги

Dylan
They say trouble comes in threes. I take two shots to the gut on the first day of the semester.
But trouble #3 is the killer. Her name is Amanda Lake. Coach Lake. Sophisticated, hot and older, on the other side of the teacher-student divide. My world ender.
And the one woman on campus who's untouchable.

The trouble is that she’s not my only trouble. The Dean's squeezing me to improve my GPA or I'm kicked off the football team.
As it turns out, the untouchable coach is the one who can save me--because she's my tutor.

And I’m f*cked because now she's like the sinful strawberry shortcake tempting me from the other side of the bakery window as I walk by every day. If I eat it, it will kill me.
If I touch her, it'll kill my shot at the NFL… but I can’t keep my hands off her.

Can’t keep my heart out of trouble.
Can’t unknow the answer to the question about what love is…

Dylan
They say trouble comes in threes. I take two shots to the gut on the first day of the semester.
But trouble #3 is the killer. Her name is Amanda Lake. Coach Lake.…

It may be a bad idea to pretend I'm dating my kid sister's best friend.
Not to mention awkward because our friend zone is bordered by barb wire and even though I've known her since she had scraped knees and missing front teeth, she's not that kid anymore. Now? She's a knockout who has my heart beating too fast and other body parts standing at attention. And then there was that kiss...
Back in 9th grade when we were both still awkward. I still dream about it even though we've been nothing but friends since. Still compare that kiss to every kiss since.
Never mind. A favor is a favor--and I owe her.
I just hope she doesn't regret getting herself into bed with the wrong guy--or right guy.
Because I may have changed my mind about that friend zone status. I may be up to climbing over some barbed wire. For that kiss...

It may be a bad idea to pretend I'm dating my kid sister's best friend.
Not to mention awkward because our friend zone is bordered by barb wire and even though I've known her…

Years ago I made the choice to make hockey my number one priority.
That's why I let her go...

Nate
Exchanging a bro-hug with Alan Bigsby, I look past him to the girl standing next to him.
Did I say girl? I meant she-devil.
“Nate, how was your summer?” he says. “Great to see you back, man.”
The musty air in the old house--Big Man on Campus House--stills and presses in as the three of us stand in the front hall.
“This is my new girl, Sarina Torini.” Bigsby pulls her into his side and her eyes flash, chin lifting in defiance as she stares me down. “She says you knew each other a while back. You remember her?” Bigsby looks from Sarina to me, broad smile announcing he’s on top of the world, expecting an innocent answer.
“Sadly, I do remember Sarina.” I admit, keeping my voice neutral in spite of my words. His smile stumbles but refuses to fall. I go on, “but not because I haven’t spent a lot of whiskey and two-fisted nights trying to forget her.” It’s not in me to lie or pretend.
I stare at her startled deep brown eyes. I could still drown in them after all this time. She takes in a quick breath, then she recovers, glaring back at me and I can feel the frost forming on my dick...

Years ago I made the choice to make hockey my number one priority.
That's why I let her go...

Nate
Exchanging a bro-hug with Alan Bigsby, I look past him to the girl standing…