The Treehouse Boys Series by McKinley May

Becoming a sports reporter isn't just my dream job--it's my calling . I've been sketching the blueprint for my future since I was an overly ambitious ten-year-old:. Get accepted into Windhaven University's journalism program? Check. Score the sports section of the campus paper? Easy as pie. Snag a once-in-a-lifetime internship? Currently in progress. Everything's going according to plan. .. Until a wrench in the form of a blue-eyed bad boy is thrown into the mix... moreBecoming a sports reporter isn't just my dream job--it's my calling . I've been sketching the blueprint for my future since I was an overly ambitious ten-year-old:. Get accepted into Windhaven University's journalism program? Check. Score the sports section of the campus paper? Easy as pie. Snag a once-in-a-lifetime internship? Currently in progress. Everything's going according to plan. .. Until a wrench in the form of a blue-eyed bad boy is thrown into the mix. Vaughn Steel's the last athlete on Earth I want to interview for the most important article of my college career. He's unreliable. Impulsive. Has arrogance levels that have me ready to pull out my hair. Oh. .. and did I mention he's gorgeous as sin ? A wet dream in the flesh. But so what? So what if the guy's a total stud? So what if he's got a body sculpted by the gods? So freakin' what if those electric eyes and lush lips have my insides doing backflips? All I've got to do is make it through one semester with this cocky soccer player. End the year with a kickass article in one hand and my sanity intact in the other. Then I'm done with him. For good . Easier said than done. less

One thing I've learned from three years as an undergrad? College is all about balance. Juggling a science-heavy course load, weekend bar crawls, and my plentiful dating life is an art form. An art form I've got down to a T. .. Until the campus Casanova comes barreling into my biology class and throws my mojo for a major loop. Windhaven University's most notorious womanizer is officially my lab partner, and there's nothing I can do about it. He's obnoxious. Arrogant... moreOne thing I've learned from three years as an undergrad? College is all about balance. Juggling a science-heavy course load, weekend bar crawls, and my plentiful dating life is an art form. An art form I've got down to a T. .. Until the campus Casanova comes barreling into my biology class and throws my mojo for a major loop. Windhaven University's most notorious womanizer is officially my lab partner, and there's nothing I can do about it. He's obnoxious. Arrogant. Always has a dirty joke on the tip of his tongue and a pompous smirk twisting his full lips. Even ill-fitting protective goggles and scratchy lab coats can't tamper down his appeal. With stunning hazel eyes and abs for days, the guy is undeniably gorgeous. But I'm not succumbing to his stupid charade. His hypnotic charm and strategic smooth-talking that has women giggling like schoolgirls as they line up at his always-revolving bedroom door. I refuse to fall for his game. Not even when he pierces me with that dimpled smile that makes my cheeks burn and my toes tingle. Nope. Not a freaking chance. Because Weston Paine? He's nothing more than a pain in my ass. less

Cameron and Sydney's story.