By Miranda Kenneally
One of many BOYS
What lady doesn't are looking to be surrounded by way of wonderful jocks day in and outing? Jordan Woods isn't simply surrounded via scorching men, although- she leads them because the captain and quarterback of her highschool soccer crew. all of them see her as one of many men and that's simply nice. so long as she will get her athletic scholarship to a powerhouse university.
But every little thing she's ever labored for is threatened whilst Ty Greeen strikes to her institution. not just is he an awesome QB, yet he's additionally amazingly sizzling. And for the 1st time, Jordan's feeling weak. Can she retain her head within the video game whereas her heart's at the line?
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