Hot Shots

Blaze Walker: Notorious bad boy. Star of the hockey team. He spends more time in bed with sorority girls or passed out on frat house floors than he does in classrooms. Which is why he's about to get kicked off the team unless he passes his finals. Me: Girl genius who started college so young that I've just turned eighteen my senior year. Which has made dating while in college pretty much impossible. Blaze and I both have something the other wants. If I tutor him, he'll pass all his exams. And he has a personality so repugnant to me that I can have a no-strings-attached first time.

I'm what most people would call exceptional. For my skills on the ice, for my massive and muscle-clad frame, and, of course, for my suave British accent that makes all the American girls swoon. And now, I have an exceptional problem. Thanks to a visa screw-up, I need to convince an immigration officer I'm engaged to an American if I want to stay in the country. My best friend Abby, a brilliant artist with the most luscious curves I've ever laid eyes on, is the natural choice.

Since the first day of class, it was hate at first sight with Tristan River, uber-conceited hockey superstar of Ridley University. Our "meet cute" was anything but; and when we become co-workers, things only go downhill—fast. The backhanded remarks, condescending attitude, and cocky smirks are annoying, but I can deal. What's harder to deal with is the crackling heat every time we pass each other; the way I lose my breath when I gaze into his grey-blue eyes; the dangerous tension that makes me feel temptation I've never known.

I'm in love with my best friend's little sister. As the star goalie of the championship-winning Hot Shots, I can have my pick of any girl on campus. Except the only one I really want. Talk about irony. Brooke is beautiful, smart, funny—but, for me, totally off limits. Thanks to her protective older brother, she's going to stay that way. Besides, she only thinks of me as a friend. At least, that's what I've always thought—until a scorching kiss proves me wrong.

Ryder Hendricks: The most notorious playboy on campus. Infuriatingly sexy with captivating amber eyes paired with a sinfully sculpted body—and arrogant as hell, because he knows it. Me: A wallflower future librarian whose idea of an exciting night is curling up with a good book or proofreading an essay. Now we're living together in a house so small we can hardly turn around without bumping into each other.