For the first time ever, get the complete four book Playing Dirty football series in one box set! BALLBUSTER Out of all the football stadiums in the world, why did Roxanne “The Ballbuster” Benson have to plow through mine? Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for women playing professional football. But what I’m not for is The Ballbuster waltzing onto my field, trying to take over my position as the Wildcats’ starting kicker. The woman dislocated my knee with her freaking Jeep, for chrissake, and yet all of my teammates love her! So what if Roxy’s…gorgeous and sweet and loves football more than anyone in the world? This is my team; and once I recover, she’s gonna have to get used to sitting her fine ass on the bench. It’s nothing personal. Football is a dirty sport where only the best survive. Now I just have to figure out how to survive a season without ending up with a busted heart; because despite how hard I try to avoid falling for Roxy, she keeps pulling me back into her bed. Forget her Jeep. With one look, the woman can bring me to my knees. And the worst part is, I keep going back for more. PERFECT SPIRAL I had the perfect life. Getting paid millions to play the sport I love and spending most of my nights with all the adoring female fans, what more could I possibly want? I sure as hell didn’t want the baby boy someone dropped on me before running, leaving behind a note saying he’s mine. If that’s true, then I don’t have a freakin’ clue who his mother could be. Until I get the paternity test results, though, the kid’s my responsibility. The sleepless nights with a crying baby have me crashing and burning on the football field, putting my superstar career in jeopardy. And suddenly, the only woman I want hates me with a fiery passion. I knew Callie wasn’t going to be easy to win over. Not when she blames me for her sister’s death. Oh, and if this baby turns out to be my son, Callie’s determined to take him away from me. Somehow I’ll have to find a way to prove to her that there’s more to me than my perfect spiral. DELAY OF GAME My mom is dying. The cancer is eating away at her body a little more each day, and the worst part is I know she’s so tired of fighting. She’s starting to surrender to the sickness. That’s why I stupidly blurted out at Thanksgiving that I had met a woman and was engaged. The truth is, there’s no woman in my life and never has been. I just wanted to give my mother something to live for, a few celebrations, an extravagant wedding, the possibility of grandchildren… Now I just need to find a nice girl to pretend to be my fiancée and walk down the aisle with me in a matter of weeks. Actually, that may be a piece of cake compared to trying to stay away from the one person who has managed to ignite something deep inside of me for the first time in my life. Something I can’t ignore or forget no matter how hard I try. ELIGIBLE RECEIVERS When a newly single girl like me decides to play the field, what’s better than one big, sexy, rough-and-tumble professional football player? How about two of them? Cameron and Nixon have been best friends for years, and now I’ve found myself in the middle of them. Literally. The two cocky wide receivers compete over everything – who kisses me better, who can last longer, who has the biggest…well, you get the point. At first, it’s all fun and games, until I start to fall for both of them. Hard. But I’m just not the type of girl who sleeps with two men at the same time. I would rather walk away from both rather than end up hurting one of them. The problem is, I’m pretty sure that decision is out of my hands.