Mandi Beck

Maeve Sexton is off-limits. But her last name is the least of my problems. Not only is she my best friend's little sister, but her brother is also my teammate and roommate. She's the trifecta of off-limits. Technically.

They say age doesn't matter. I could argue that it does. The ten years separating Stella Cruz and I matter a whole hell of a lot. She has a year of college left—two entire semesters to enjoy being the star pitcher of Fulton University—and I have another Cup to win.

As the lead singer of one of the hottest bands to hit the rock scene, f--ks are free, drugs come easy, and music is life. For as long as Stone can remember, Willow has been his music....

Country’s hottest bad boy. That’s what they call me. My label ate it up until I became “too bad” for the good folks of country music. That’s when Hard Candy Records picked me up and took a chance on me....

Fulton University's newest pitcher—hates me. I shouldn't like that fact, but I do. Maybe too much. She claims I'm not her type, which is ridiculous. There's a reason they call me Levi "Sexy" Sexton . . . I'm everyone's type.