Game on. I’m a player. In more ways than one. I love women, and they love me.
The second I lay eyes on Zoe, I know I want her. Like mad. She’s nothing but curves, but she hides them behind her oh-so-proper clothes.
That only makes me want her more—and I’m used to getting what I want. Problem is… she’s supposed to get me out of a bit of a legal jam.
My attorney is a definite no-no. Or so Zoe says. She also says a few other things.
My prim, professional, smoking hot attorney is innocent. Game. Set. Match. I will have her.
There’s only one thing I didn’t count on. She might have me too.
*A full-length standalone sports romance.