The Final Score Series by Ginger Scott

It was supposed to be my year, but then he made a bet that I couldn’t refuse…. A star senior on the Tiff U volleyball team, it’s been my goal to come back strong after an injury that nearly took me out of the game. But I’m Laney freaking Price, and I’m taking my shot to make it on the new pro women’s team, despite the lack of support from my father. The problem? Cutter McCreary. He is the Captain of the Tiff U hockey team, all-around loveable guy, and a total player... moreIt was supposed to be my year, but then he made a bet that I couldn’t refuse…. A star senior on the Tiff U volleyball team, it’s been my goal to come back strong after an injury that nearly took me out of the game. But I’m Laney freaking Price, and I’m taking my shot to make it on the new pro women’s team, despite the lack of support from my father. The problem? Cutter McCreary. He is the Captain of the Tiff U hockey team, all-around loveable guy, and a total player. And did I mention a complete thorn in my side since freshman year? Yeah…that guy. His charms don’t tempt me. Until…a mix up with our housing situation forces us into a bit of a predicament. We were both promised a room. The same room. His proposal? A bet. We split the room in half—for now. Whoever falls in love with the other first has to move out. The winner gets to stay. But when strategic glances turn into late night talks, and fake kisses start to feel real, I’m finding myself without a game plan. And winning suddenly doesn’t feel like the only thing that matters. less

I was supposed to be bumping shoulders with the best and brightest in chemistry at a London University. Instead, I’m bumping into the shoulder pads of Tiff U’s star football player. And I’m his tutor. I’ve never had many friends. The only one I thought I could count on ended up stealing my scholarship—and then my boyfriend... moreI was supposed to be bumping shoulders with the best and brightest in chemistry at a London University. Instead, I’m bumping into the shoulder pads of Tiff U’s star football player. And I’m his tutor. I’ve never had many friends. The only one I thought I could count on ended up stealing my scholarship—and then my boyfriend. Now, instead of spending my fall semester abroad, I’m stuck here in Iowa, with zero funds and even less hope that I’ll get to study abroad at all before I graduate this spring. Even worse? My mentor asked me to take on the impossible—tutoring arrogant running back Logan Ford and helping him finally pass Chem 101. Apparently, the team needs him, and the governing board is cracking down on letting grades slide for athletes. Normally, I’m all for accountability. Except now getting him to pass is my problem. And everyone on campus is looking to me—Rachel Edwards, chemistry genius, bonafide introvert—to get it done. I’m about to give up before I start. But then I get a crazy idea. What if I can get Logan to be my date for the winter science ball? The one where the honors students compete in a pool for massive cash for the one who lands the hottest hottie on campus. Tiff U athletes have their fun, and we have ours too. It just doesn’t get the same attention. Probably because nobody has ever walked into the ball with someone like Logan Ford. Last year’s pool got all the way up to five grand, enough to pay for my semester abroad. But can I really land the running back? And if I ask him to pretend in exchange for passing his class, can I handle the way he looks at me, touches me, makes my insides incinerate like a chemical reaction? And what happens if I forget that none of it is real? *Dual POV spicy new adult sports romance. less

I’ve had a crush on my best friend, Alex Mendoza, for years, and I was finally going to tell him how I felt. But instead, I got cold feet. And now he thinks I’m interested in his teammate—my ex. Of course, being the good friend he is, Alex has offered to make my ex jealous. What’s wrong with a little play flirting? Well, for starters, I’m not playing. Alex’s mom and mine are best friends, soul sisters forged together by growing up in the same small town... moreI’ve had a crush on my best friend, Alex Mendoza, for years, and I was finally going to tell him how I felt. But instead, I got cold feet. And now he thinks I’m interested in his teammate—my ex. Of course, being the good friend he is, Alex has offered to make my ex jealous. What’s wrong with a little play flirting? Well, for starters, I’m not playing. Alex’s mom and mine are best friends, soul sisters forged together by growing up in the same small town. They say they didn’t plan it, but the fact that Alex and I were born two weeks apart has always felt very much part of their plan. Our birthday parties were always together. First days of school were the same. And when Alex got his own car, the passenger seat was literally labeled with my name—Nikki Thomas. Convenient since we were inseparable. For most of my life, Alex has been like the big brother I never had. He’s always been my protector. And he’s always made me feel safe. But somewhere along the way, he started to make me feel other things too. Now it’s his senior baseball season, and he has the talent to go pro. His dreams are all coming together. My life, on the other hand, is falling apart. I know Alex would support me if I told him my secrets. After all, that’s what best friends do. But maybe it’s my turn to be the protector. And if that means all I can have are a few pretend kisses, then perhaps that will have to be enough. Unless it turns out Alex has been keeping secrets of his own. less

Kissing my brother’s best friend has been my only Christmas wish for years. But now he’s on my permanent naughty list—and not in a good way. I’ve been in love with Noah Drake since the day he showed up at our house for a sleepover in junior high. His tussled blond hair and emerald eyes were my obsession, as was his raspy laugh that always seemed to fill our house whenever he was around. When he finally kissed me this past summer, I thought it meant he felt something too... moreKissing my brother’s best friend has been my only Christmas wish for years. But now he’s on my permanent naughty list—and not in a good way. I’ve been in love with Noah Drake since the day he showed up at our house for a sleepover in junior high. His tussled blond hair and emerald eyes were my obsession, as was his raspy laugh that always seemed to fill our house whenever he was around. When he finally kissed me this past summer, I thought it meant he felt something too. But then he acted like it never happened. And now that he’s the hot shot college hockey goalie with girls literally throwing their panties at him on the ice, he’s gone from being the object of my dreams to the nuisance in my waking nightmares. To top things off, I’m stuck playing elf to his Santa all winter break. And while he seems determined to pick up where we left off, for some winter fling, I’m equally intent on being the one girl he can’t have. Not anymore. But when he starts granting wishes to strangers to bring their holiday magic back to life, I can’t help but lend a hand. And soon, his good deeds start to overshadow his past bad ones. And a few slips of his tongue make me start to think maybe he wasn’t blowing me off after our summer kiss. At least, not because he wanted to. So, with so much mistletoe hanging around, maybe I’ll let him catch me standing under it . . . just once. In the spirit of Christmas, of course. less