Hate the Game

I transferred to USC under a fake name to ruin three football gods.
Spoiler: I’m the one getting wrecked.

When the Apex Three gave my brothers season-ending injuries, I swore payback and sweet-talked the Varsity Ledger into letting me write a takedown piece. What I didn’t count on? My enemies being far too good at turning revenge into foreplay.
Jax Carrington is the team’s perfect prince with a temper simmering under the surface—and I want to be the spark that makes him lose control.
Cole West is tattooed trouble who flirts like it’s a full-contact sport, and makes a game out of tracing my curves he swore he’d never touch.
Ryder “Soldier Boy” Stone is built like a tank and twice as guarded—but beneath all that armor, there’s a softness that could ruin me.

Somewhere between the teasing and the touchdowns, they caught this Texas girl’s heart—and worse, they’re not half as heartless as I wanted them to be. Every kiss feels like a sin, every touch a betrayal of my brothers. And just when I’m willing to risk it all, I start to wonder… Am I the one playing them, or are they playing me?