Campus

Trust me when I say that Rowan Michaels fever is alive and well at Western University. His fanbase is legendary. The guy is a major player. Both on and off the field. Girls fall all over themselves to be with him. They fill the stands at football practice, show up at parties he’s rumored to be at, and basically stalk him around campus. It’s a little nauseating. Don’t these girls have any self-respect when it comes to a hot guy? Fine...I’ll admit it, he’s good looking. If you’re into that kind of thing. Which I’m not.

From USA Today best-selling author Jennifer Sucevic comes a sexy, new stand-alone novel. Brayden Kendricks might be God’s gift to the female species at Western University, but I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player. The guy is an attention seeking you-know-what who soaks up fan adoration like it’s his due in life for being hot and talented. Damn. Did I just say that? All right, fine...I’ll grudgingly admit that Brayden is decent looking.

From USA Today best-selling author, Jennifer Sucevic, comes the next sexy stand-alone novel in the Campus Series. This series follows a group of hot football players from Western University and the women they fall in love with.

Crosby Rhodes is considered a god when it comes to Western Wildcats football. And who knows, he might just be one. There’s certainly no shortage of girls on campus who agree with the sentiment. They swoon over his pretty face, dark messy hair, and hard body honed from years of lifting and two-a-day practices. That alone makes him catnip for the female species. Add a lip ring and surly disposition to the package and you can understand what all the fuss is about. Would I be included in that majority? Hell no.

Asher Stevens is a legend when it comes to Wildcat football. If the gossip that swirls through campus is true, he’ll be one of this year’s top NFL draft picks. To say I can’t stand the guy is a major understatement. Other women might be taken in by his handsome face, chiseled body, and athletic prowess, but not me. I see him for what he is—a muscle bound, steroid-infused meathead who drinks like a fish, smokes weed, and screws like he’s been sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of conjugal visits.