Böcker av Sara Ney

I, Drew Colter, have a confession to make...I'm burnt out and need a break. From school, from football-from living with roommates, my obnoxious twin brother and our older brothers girlfriend. The only person who I can talk to these days is my best friend from high school, and he's back in our hometown and halfway across the country. Somehow he convinces me that maybe... ...Maybe it's time to take a trip. Party. Have some fun. That fun does not include his sister. Long black hair and even longer legs, Tess Donahue had lost the braces and gained the confidence she never had as a teenager. She's hilarious, pretty-and when I see her in those cowboy boots? Whoa. Stolen glances. Flirty banter. One drunk filled night. Suddenly, my uncomplicated weekend of 'living a little' in my hometown becomes a lifetime being tied to the one girl that was off limits.

From USA TODAY Bestselling Author Sara Ney comes a series about strong, single girls falling in love: accidentally.All I need is a place to hide for a few weeks. The paparazzi were on my case 24/7 and I needed a bit of breathing room-an escape from the madness-before the media frenzy begins. Sure, I could have gone to a secluded cabin in the woods-but I didn't want to be bored out of my mind. I'd seen enough wide open spaces as a kid from Texas to last me a lifetime. So instead, I let my agent hook me up with a modest house in the burbs where we didn't think anyone would find me hiding in plain sight. I'd have a roommate; but supposedly, she was going to give me space. Stay out of my way and respect my boundaries. According to my agent, I wouldn't hear a peep from her. Wrong. He was wrong about everything and now my life was never going to be the same.

From USA TODAY Bestselling Author Sara Ney comes a new series about strong, single girls falling in love: accidentally. Love finds you when you least expect it. That's what my nan always said. Love? I wasn't looking for it so how will I know when I've found it? I'm not romantic like she was-I'm realistic and practical. Quick with my wits and hilarious when I'm in the mood, it'll take more than a handsome face to win my affection. Speaking of handsome faces-Elias Cohen is nothing special (no offense); smug, arrogant. Too flirtatious for his own good.He won't charm me with that crooked smile and dimple in his chin. When Elias comes knocking on my office door during a house party after I play wingman for a friend, I'm tempted to slam the door in his face. But I don't.Because If there's one thing I am, it's curious.And wouldn't you know it-Elias needs a favor. Begs for one, actually. He might not be able to make me swoon, but he does need a wingwoman.

I, Dallas Colter, need a good girl to save my bad reputation. With too much on my plate, the very last thing on my mind was a relationship-the football draft was looming and dating got in the way. I never understood why my teammates bothered with girlfriends. None of us had the time. When my sports agent suggested that being seen in public with a respectable girl would be good for my bad reputation, I couldn't think of a single person to help me out. The only girls I knew weren't wifey material, and the ones who were? Might catch feelings. Except Ryann Winters. Responsible. Sarcastic. Smart. Ryann is perfect but there was one clincher: she was my teammates ex-girlfriend and I had recently been paid by him to dump her. Not the best start to a fake relationship...

I knew something was wrong the second she walked in the door tonight; I just couldn't put my finger on what it was.Same hair color.Same legs.>Except...I look harder. Look at the small dimple beneath her lip that wasn't there the last time we went out. And her laugh-this laugh isn't as loud. This isn't the girl I've gone out with the past few weeks.It's her twin sister, and they've switched places on me. Only I'm not quite ready to let them switch back.

Scarlett is always the sensible one: The sober driver. The planner. The one holding your hair back while you''re worshiping the porcelain gods. Week-after-week, she visits Jock Row with her friends-the universities hottest party scene and breeding ground for student athletes. And if keeping her friends out of trouble, and guys out of their pants, was a sport, she''d be the star athlete.Being a well known jock-blocker gets her noticed for all the wrong reasons; just like that, she''s banned from Jock Row.NO GUY WANTS A GIRL AROUND WHO KEEPS THEIR JOCK FRIENDS FROM GETTING LAID."Rowdy" Wade is the hot shot short-stop for the universities baseball team-and the unlucky bastard who drew the short straw: keep little Miss Goody Two-Shoes out of the Baseball House. But week-after-week Scarlett returns, determined to get inside.

Kip Carmichael is no pretty boy.He's a rough. Dirty. Giant. Hair so unruly, and a beard so thick, his friends on the team call him Sasquatch.The first time Sasquatch lays eyes on Theodora "Teddy" Johnson across the keg at a party one night on Jock Row, she'd been relegated to the sidelines by her jock hungry "friends." Week-after-week, he watches beautiful but bashful Teddy getting overshadowed, and overlooked. Sasquatch finally broad shoulders his way through the crowd, offering to to be her hairy godmother. But the minute their eyes meet? He's a goner. Teaching her the RULES for winning a jock will be the easy part. Not falling in love with her is going to be a losing game.

Zeke Daniels isn't just a douchebag; he's an a**hole. A total and complete jerk, Zeke keeps people at a distance. He has no interest in relationships-most assholes don't. Dating? Being part of a couple? Nope. Not for him.He's never given any thought to what he wants in a girlfriend, because he's never had any intention of having one. Shit, he barely has a relationship with his family, and they're related; his own friends don't even like him. So why does he keep thinking about Violet DeLuca? Sweet, quiet Violet-his opposite in every sense of the word.The light to his dark, even her damn name sounds like rays of sunshine and happiness and shit.And that pisses him off, too.

THERE ARE NO DOUCHEBAGS IN THIS STORY.Well, there are, but they're not who this story is about.This story is about me-the coach's daughter.When I moved to Iowa to live with my dad, the university's take-no-prisoners wrestling coach, I thought transferring would be easy as pie-living with my father would be temporary, and he'd make sure his douchebag wrestlers left me alone.Wrong on both counts.A*HOLES ALWAYS COME OUT OF THE WOODWORK WHEN THE STAKES ARE HIGH.A bet is placed, and I'm on the table. After one humiliating night and too much alcohol, I find the last nice guy on campus. And when he offers to rent me his spare bedroom, I go all in. It's time for the nice guy to finish first.Midnight chats and spilling my problems turn to lingering touches. Lingering touches turn to more.And the ultimate good guy has the potential do more damage than any douchebags ever could.

MY FRIENDS WANT ME TO GET LAID.So much so that they plastered my ugly mug all over campus, in bold printed letters: Are you the lucky lady who's going to break our roommate's cherry?Him: socially awkward man with average-sized penis looking for willing sexual partner...The morons can't even spell. And the texts I've been receiving are what wet dreams are made of. But I'm not like these douchebags, no matter how hard they try to turn me into one.THIS ISN'T THE KIND OF ATTENTION I WANT.One text stands out from hundreds. One number I can't bring myself to block. She seems different. Hotter, even in black and white. However, after seeing her in person, I know she's not the girl for me. But my friends won't let up-they just don't get it. Douchebags or not, there's one thing they'll never understand: GIRLS DON'T WANT ME.Especially her.

Dear Mister.. . . no, too formal.Hey there sweet cheeks. . . no, too forward.*Clears throat*To whom it may concern,Full disclosure; before we move forward with this email, I would like it to be known that I have consumed an adequate amount of alcoholic beverages to intoxicate myself tonight. Three margaritas, two shots, and one beer-because it was free.I think it's important to be open and honest with your co-workers, don't you?So here I am, being open and honest. Drunk but honest. Or just drunk with lust? You decide.I have a hopeless, foolish, schoolgirl crush on you when you are the last person on earth I should be falling for. Did you know people around the office call you a sadist? An egomaniac. An insensitive, arrogant prick. But what they don't know is your bark is worse than your bite. And that bite doesn't scare me. The fact is, I'd love that bite of yours to nip at my bare skin while we're both wearing nothing but sheets.For once I want you to look at me as more than one of your employees. And as long as we're being honest, that navy blue suit you wear? With the crisp white shirt? It really makes me want to loosen your tie and show you exactly who's boss. Love,Sincerely,Yours