Front Runner | Wild Card | Book 2 | Foiled Paperback

Women can't play football.

I've heard it all my life, but the thing is... I can.
Parker’s eyes blazed a path down my body, bulked up by pads for practice. “Can you take a hit?”

When he landed on my face again, heat had burned away the frustration.

I crossed my arms—both an attempt to regain some control and to keep from stupidly reaching for him. “Can you?”

A chorus of ohhhs surrounded us. I’d forgotten there were witnesses to our little battle. The team gathered around to watch the quarterback vs. the receiver, round one.

I had no intention of losing.