Barnett Bulldogs Series by Jennifer Sucevic

Friend Zoned is the second stand alone novel in the Barnett Bulldogs Series. Sam Harper, left tackle for the Barnett Bulldogs, is my best friend. My cock blocking best friend. I swear that man has a sixth sense when it comes to me getting laid. It's completely frustrating how I can be right on the verge of sealing the deal when Sam appears out of nowhere and suddenly my entire night is going up in a big ball of sexually frustrated flames. I think the guy seriously enjoys messing with me... moreFriend Zoned is the second stand alone novel in the Barnett Bulldogs Series. Sam Harper, left tackle for the Barnett Bulldogs, is my best friend. My cock blocking best friend. I swear that man has a sixth sense when it comes to me getting laid. It's completely frustrating how I can be right on the verge of sealing the deal when Sam appears out of nowhere and suddenly my entire night is going up in a big ball of sexually frustrated flames. I think the guy seriously enjoys messing with me. I really do. Otherwise why would he take such perverse pleasure in doing it? Exactly. I'm thinking that he needs a girlfriend. Someone to preoccupy him. Then maybe he'd stop trying to get in my way all the damn time. I really hate to admit this, but... I'm starting to notice things about Sam that I should definitely not be noticing. Like those piercing blue eyes of his that pin me right in place. Or his short blond hair that I just want to drag my fingers through. And the way soft cottony t-shirts cling to those big broad shoulders of his. Not to mention those killer abs that I sometimes catch a fleeting glimpse of when he stretches that huge muscular body of his next to me in class. Yup, the man is certainly buff. No question about it. But I guess that's what you get when you've been playing division I football for the past four year. And when his knee accidentally bumps mine in the judicial process class we share, it's all I can do to keep focused on whatever fresh hell Dr. Rickets is tormenting us with that day. The weird feelings that have sprung up within me are definitely starting to freak me out. What I really need is for everything between us to slide right back to the way it's always been. We're friends. Best friends. We have eight solid years of friendship behind us. That's not something I'm willing to throw away on a bit of sexual attraction that will eventually fizzle out. And with my track record, it'll be sooner rather than later that it happens. I've seriously had milk sitting in my fridge that lasts longer than some of my pseudo-relationships. We have seven month left until graduation. Until we're both moving on with our lives. I'm hoping to get in here at Barnett for law school but Sam will end up going somewhere else- Cornell or Columbia. Next to my grandparents, Sam is the only other person I can count on. That I trust implicitly. And that's just not something you mess with. No matter how tempted you might be. *This is a New Adult novel meant for people 18 years or older. This book contains language and sexual situations* less

From USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic comes the third stand alone novel in the Barnett Bulldogs series- One Night Stand. Liam- The moment she stepped foot through the door, she was on my radar. I mean, come on, how could she not be? The woman is absolutely gorgeous. Thick inky black hair and a sweetly curved body. Although I have to admit, this hole-in-the-wall dive bar doesn't exactly seem like her scene. For one, she's wearing too much in the way of clothing... moreFrom USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Sucevic comes the third stand alone novel in the Barnett Bulldogs series- One Night Stand. Liam- The moment she stepped foot through the door, she was on my radar. I mean, come on, how could she not be? The woman is absolutely gorgeous. Thick inky black hair and a sweetly curved body. Although I have to admit, this hole-in-the-wall dive bar doesn't exactly seem like her scene. For one, she's wearing too much in the way of clothing. There's not a short, barely there skirt or cleavage bearing top in sight. Two, she's shooting down every single guy that sniffs around her table like it's her sole mission in life. Casualties are scattered across the nasty beer stained floor as we speak. And three, my guess is that she's a little older than the usual college aged crowd that hangs here looking for a hook up to stumble home with at the end of the night. So, after a careful assessment of the situation, my current plan of action is to keep my sights firmly locked on the target as I bide my sweet damn time nursing a beer. Luckily, it doesn't take long for some drunken idiot to give me the perfect opportunity to step in and run interference. Here's my prediction as to how the rest of the evening is going to play out- by the end of it, her delicious looking a$$ will be warming my bed. I'd stake my upcoming football career on it. Gia- It takes a moment or two before I'm able to pry my eyelids open. I really shouldn't have slept in my contacts. That was a bad move on my part because now my eyes feel as if they've been cemented shut. Glancing around, I'm startled to realize that absolutely nothing looks familiar. Which is odd. Just as panic starts to spike through my veins, a torrent of memories crashes down upon my head. Sexy fauxhawk. Amazingly hard rippling muscles. Gorgeous swirling patterns of colorful ink covering both his arms and broad chest. And a very dirty mouth. Slowly turning my head, the breath catches at the back of my throat as I realize that the man in question is still sacked out rather soundly besides me. In fact, he's snoring ever so lightly. Guess I tuckered the poor guy out last night. A smile tugs up the corners of my lips. Unfortunately this is no time for gloating. By tacit agreement, it was decided that there wouldn't be any names or numbers exchanged. Absolutely nothing that would tie us to one another. Just one night of amazing, steamy, toe curling pleasure. And that, my friends, was definitely achieved. Several times, actually. See? Now I'm grinning (and gloating) like a complete lunatic when I should be hustling my a$$ out of here. The last thing I want is to taint all those lovely memories with awkward morning after banter. Slipping from beneath the covers, I roll in slo-mo from the bed before carefully dropping down onto all fours and army crawling my way towards freedom. Did I happen to mention that I'm still naked? I really shouldn't have let him rip the clothes right off my body while standing at the front door of his apartment. What the heck am I saying? Of course I should have, because it was soooo worth it. Even if I am currently doing a naked crawl of shame. Throwing one last fleeting glance over my shoulder, I creep right on out of the bedroom. If there's just a tiny little pinch of regret that I'll never see this guy again, I tamp it down before gathering up all my stuff and fleeing the apartment. Bye-bye hot tattoo guy. May our paths never cross again. *This is a mature New Adult novel with strong language and sexual situations intended for readers over the age of 18* less