Hate the Players

I came to Texas to destroy my rival’s brothers. Instead, I spilled punch on one, got chased down by the other two, and ended up half-naked in their bedroom before I could remember I was supposed to hate them.
Now a leaked photo has me labeled the whore of college football and them scrambling to save their NFL futures. The fix? Fake date me. Pretend their sister’s rival is actually the love of their lives. Easy, right?
Weston Ford — all cowboy growl and rough hands who told me I wasn’t worth looking at, then put a man on the ground for disrespecting me and growled that I was beautiful until my knees gave out.
Hayes Ford — quiet blue eyes that see straight through every wall I build. He touches me like I’m precious, and I’m terrified I’m starting to believe him.
Cash Ford — tattooed, sharp-tongued, and the one who faked-kissed me in front of an entire football stadium, then looked at me like he’d do it again without an audience.
Three brothers. One fake relationship. A PR plan that requires me to fall in love on camera while pretending I’m not falling for real.