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Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)

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To keep her, he needs to step up his game…

After a bad breakup, I’m not looking for another relationship.
I’d rather drown my sorrows in beer, hockey, and video games.

And that’s how I end up kissing my only female friend.

Shannon is the perfect escape from my past. But after a few drinks, one hot kiss leads to another, and before I know it, I’m breaking my no-dating rules. Shannon is smart and determined, a sexy baker who gives me a sweet tooth.

But when my past crashes into our future, we need more than chemistry to stay together

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Chapter One

Jamie

Every story has a villain. Mine is staring at me from across the room. All it takes is one look from her, and my pulse races. Cecelia Carmichael, my ex-girlfriend, stands one booth over from mine with her father, the chairman of 10X Games. Kevin Carmichael is all fake smiles reserved for the public, busy showing off his brilliant daughter to his business partners along with his latest technology.

Cece, as I’ve known her since we were kids, isn’t only beautiful and rich, she’s one of the smartest people I know. I haven’t stopped staring at her since we set up our booth for the Gamer Nation Convention in Las Vegas. Just knowing she’s here is enough of a distraction. And that’s what she wants—to distract me. Because she only cares about advancing her career as a video game developer and taking over her father’s company. I was nothing more than a subplot in her story, a detour on her way to the next big thing.

“I need you focused, J,” my dad says, tugging on my arm. “This launch is important.”

I peel my eyes away from Cece to look at my dad. He’s nervous about the unveiling of Mage Wars, his latest game in The Fallen Universe he created before I was born. My dad is like a god in this world. He has fans around the world who wait impatiently for each release of the role-playing game.

“I know. Don’t worry.” I pat my dad on the shoulder. “I got it covered.”

He flashes a closed-mouth smile that looks forced. “I hope so. Any time you go anywhere near Cecelia, you can’t function.”

I laugh so hard I snort. “Not even close.”

Dad’s eyes travel from Cece back to me. “You look at her the way I look at your mother, except your mom looks back at me the same way. Cecelia only sees you as an opportunity, as someone to use. Don’t let her get in your head, Jamie.”

He’s not entirely off base. When Cece broke up with me three years ago, I never saw it coming. I was so in love with her that I was blind to all the signs. They say you never forget your first love, and I’ll never forget Cece. Ever since she crushed me, I haven’t given another woman a chance. No one compares to Cece. She gets me to the very core of my soul. Or at least I thought she did. I thought we had an impenetrable connection.

“She’s your Gwen Stacy,” my dad says, referring to Spider-Man’s love interest in college.

Gwen was undoubtedly Spider-Man’s true love, killed by the Green Goblin in The Amazing Spider-Man. Even though he married Mary Jane Watson years after Gwen’s death, I always thought Gwen was ‘the one.’ Sometimes, I feel like I will never get over Cece. And for that reason, I can’t argue with my dad.

Spider-Man is his favorite comic book character. He’s mine, too. We’re both obsessed with Marvel Comics. He drew inspiration from Stan Lee while creating his characters and worlds in The Fallen Universe. I often do the same thing when I’m dreaming up new games.

I grew up on comic books, Star Trek, video games, and computers. My dad is a geek to the core, a master creator of worlds, and the best man I know. I learned everything from him except hockey. I learned that from my grandfather, a famous hockey player.

“My Mary Jane will come along eventually,” I assure him. “I’m not worried about girls right now. I have enough on my plate with hockey, school, and the new game I’m coding.”

The game Cece stole from me.

“How’s that coming along?”

Hmm… how do I answer his question?

I can’t tell him I let Cece demo it before she ripped it off. Admitting the truth would only lead to getting yelled at for something I already regret.

“It’s going,” I lie. “I should have a beta for you to check out next month, depending on how crazy it gets with school and my hockey schedule.”

“School comes first.” He flips open his laptop and sits behind the table I’m standing next to. “Have you thought about working for me full-time after you graduate?”

“Yes and no,” I admit. “I kinda want to see what happens with hockey.”

He peeks up from his keyboard and nods. “Well, if you change your mind, and I hope you do, you can always work for me. I’d always envisioned you, Mike, and Grace taking over the company after I retire.”

My older sister, Charlotte Grace—who everyone calls Grace—handles operations in the London office. Mike runs the Silicon Valley office. Dad still hopes I will take his place at the corporate office in downtown Philly.

I’m torn between two legacies. No matter which one I choose, I let someone down. My dad wants me to follow in his footsteps, whereas my grandfather wants me to chase the dream of professional hockey. No matter what I decide, I’ll never live up to either of their legacies. The paths they both forged are too narrow, leaving no room for me to grow.

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Advertisement Players Keep Score (Campus Players #4) Read Online Jillian Quinn http://www.books2020.com/players-keep-score-campus-players-4-read-online-jillian-quinn Tue, 05 Aug 2025 19:55:28 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/players-keep-score-campus-players-4-read-online-jillian-quinn Genre: Alpha Male, College, Young Adult Authors: Jillian Quinn Series: Campus Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Total pages in book: 63
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He’ll do anything to win her heart…

Everyone on campus knows Drake Donovan for all the wrong reasons.
Women think I’m a player, a womanizer, but I’m neither of those things.

Years ago, I created a fake persona to hide my secret…
And the girl who hates my guts knows the truth.

I would do anything for a second with Taylor.
But she doesn’t think a player like me is capable of love.

We start as friends, but to get the benefits, there’s one catch…
I have to make her fall in love with me.

And I’m up for the challenge

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Chapter 1

Drake

My dick has a life of its own. The girl I met in the hallway after class hasn’t stopped begging me for another pic, so who am I to deny her? She’s in my cell phone contacts as Becky Big Tits. At least, I think her name is Becky. I’m almost positive it starts with a B.

“Give me a sec,” I tell Tucker Kane, one of my closest friends and teammates. “I have to send this chick another pic.”

He shoots me a nasty look and then shakes his head, laughing. “Fucking weirdo,” he mutters under his breath.

Leaving Tucker outside, I duck into the bathroom long enough to whip out my dick and snap a picture to send to Becky. By now, I imagine most girls on campus have probably already seen my favorite body part. I’m known for it. During freshman year, I sent a picture to one girl, and since then, I’ve gotten tons of random texts from girls.

They ask for it.

As I step into the hallway, Becky sends me a text message full of hearts, eggplant emojis, and a smiley face with a tongue hanging out. She’s not even a challenge.

How boring? Later, Becky.

My dad always told me a girl who doesn’t make you chase her isn’t worth your time. I hate to admit he’s right, but this girl has already lost my attention. Meeting a girl who’s not begging for it would be nice.

Everyone on campus thinks they know the real Drake Donovan—even my friends and teammates. They couldn’t be more wrong about me. And if anyone ever discovered my secret, it would destroy the fake reputation I created. So, I have to maintain these bullshit relationships with easy girls. It’s easier than admitting to my friends that I’ve lied to them for years.

I slip my cell phone back into my pocket and sigh.

“I’m surprised there’s anyone left at Strick U who hasn’t seen your dick,” Tucker says smugly.

I shrug. “New year, new girls.”

He snorts. “Eventually, that’s going to catch up with you. Wait until you go pro and send one to the wrong puck bunny. Look what happened to Preston’s dad when he played for the Caps.”

Well, over twenty-five years ago, Alex Parker got into a ton of trouble for having sex with a puck bunny, who turned out to be the granddaughter of the team owner. Oops. And it didn’t help that the hotel caught the whole thing on camera. That’s how Preston’s dad played for the Philadelphia Flyers alongside my dad. Now, he’s the head coach of the team. He also played with Tucker’s dad, now the general manager.

What happened to my Uncle Alex back then could have killed his career. So, I guess I better be more careful with eager girls who want a piece of me. Even though I shouldn’t do it, I do it anyway.

“It’s not like I’m settling down soon,” I shoot back. “Until then…”

“No point,” Tucker says, holding open the door to the lecture hall for me. “Too many girls to choose from.”

Tucker practically lives over at the Delta Sigma Phi chapter house. He could be a fraternity member with how much he parties with them.

When we step outside, the heat smacks me in the face. It’s warm for October, much hotter than previous years. Our final hockey season with the Strickland Senators just started, though it doesn’t seem like hockey season outside.

We walk toward the Student Activity Center, also known as the SAC, by everyone on campus. Within minutes, we’re climbing the stairs to the second floor. My stomach growls from the overwhelming scent of fried foods, and a slight pain digs into my side. When was the last time I ate? This morning after practice, I guess. I was so busy with hockey, classes, and then Becky that I didn’t even think about it.

Tucker walks in front of me to grab each of us a tray and hands one to me. On our way to the buffet line, I move out of the way of a man pushing a metal cart and bump into someone. The tray slips from my hand. I reach out to catch it, but it hits the tiled floor, falling in front of the girl I knocked over.

She peeks up at me, her long, dark hair framing her soft features. I stare at her for far too long, stunned by the sight of Taylor Bradshaw on the floor. She’s gorgeous, with nothing more than a pink gloss on her pouty lips. She’s the one girl I’ve always noticed on campus. Sometimes, I catch her looking at me, but not for long before she speeds away as if she thinks she’s too good for me.

“Drake,” another girl says from behind me.

I angle my body to glance at the girl I just sent a dick pic to, surprised to see her here. Her lips part for me, a tiny smile turning up the corners of her mouth.

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Advertisement Players Always Win (Campus Players #2) Read Online Jillian Quinn http://www.books2020.com/players-always-win-campus-players-2-read-online-jillian-quinn Tue, 05 Aug 2025 19:55:26 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/players-always-win-campus-players-2-read-online-jillian-quinn Genre: Alpha Male, College, Young Adult Authors: Jillian Quinn Series: Campus Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Total pages in book: 49
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They say you never forget your first kiss with a hot hockey player…

When my sorority sisters gave me a checklist to complete, I never expected the last item to say Kiss a Hot Jock . I’m new to campus, clueless about sports at Strick U.

And then I see him in the Quad—Trent Kane.

With his muscular arms, confident strut, and killer smirks, I know he’s the right man for the job. The blond Adonis has the body of an athlete and the face of a model.

But one kiss is not enough for Trent.

He shows up at my sorority house, frat parties, even the carnival kissing booth. On the mend from a breakup, I’m not looking for another relationship… but this sexy hockey player never turns down a challenge

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Chapter One

Trent

Dean Whittaker’s skin turns an odd shade of red, and I think he might explode. He leans forward, hands folded on his desk, the life draining from his knuckles.

“We do not tolerate behavior like this at Strickland University,” he growls.

Tucker bites back a smile while I slap on a straight face.

“We won’t do it again,” Tucker lies.

“It won’t happen again,” I say. “You have our word.”

We started switching places when we were kids. We would swap for the day if we needed help passing a class and the other was decent at the subject. Almost no one can tell us apart. We’re both six feet three inches of solid muscle and have the same white-blond hair, except Tucker’s is spiky in the front.

“You’ve said this before.” Dean Whittaker sucks in a deep breath and blows it out, causing a few papers to flutter to the floor. “I’ve given both of you more leeway than other students because of your father.”

The mention of our dad makes my stomach knot. He will kick our asses if he finds out we swapped places again.

“We appreciate all of your help,” I say. “But please don’t involve our dad. We will do anything to make this right.”

I always have to talk our way out of trouble.

“You two are not getting away with this. Not this time.” The dean takes a sip from his coffee mug and glares at each of us, his eyes cold and severe. “Hockey is the only thing you care about… So maybe you need to have it taken away from you to understand your actions have consequences.”

Tucker gasps.

“Please don’t,” I beg. “This is our last year. We need all the playing time we can get if we will make it pro.”

Since birth, my father groomed us to become hockey players. We’ve never wanted to play another sport. Hockey’s it for us, and the game loves us back.

“Missing a few games won’t hurt either of you, not when your father is the general manager of the Flyers.” Dean Whittaker’s tone is serious, his voice level. “I bet he can pull a few strings, just like he does every time you two mess up.”

His words slice deep into my chest. We worked hard for our spots on the Strickland Senators. Coach Bryant didn’t hand us a jersey or place us on the first line because our dad made a phone call.

Our dad is Tyler Kane, the legendary center for the Philadelphia Flyers, two-time Stanley Cup Champion, winner of the Hart Memorial Trophy, and now the general manager for the Flyers. Our dad is always there to swoop in and help us whenever we get into trouble.

Dean Whittaker pushes his chair out from the desk and rises to his full height, staring at us with a wicked grin. “You’re suspended two games each.”

We both groan, pissed off about the turn of events. Of all the times to get caught, it had to be at the start of our final season.

“Don’t even try to talk your way out of this.” The dean shoves his hands into his pockets. “My decision is final. I’ll let Coach Bryant know you’re not allowed anywhere near the rink until you’ve served your punishment.”

“Can we at least practice with the team?”

Tucker remains quiet, a hopeful expression on his face. For the few seconds, the dean takes to think over my question, neither of us move or breathe.

He scratches his dark beard, his fingers tugging at the longer hairs that could use a trim. “I suppose that would be all right. But that’s it. Practice only. No games until I lift your suspension. Understood?”

I straighten my back and smile. “Yes, sir. You won’t regret this.”

“One more condition,” the dean says. “You can practice with your team, but I want you to attend at least one school function, and it cannot be a sporting event or anything directly related.”

“Okay,” I mutter. “What do you have in mind?”

“You will help Kappa Delta build the booth for their annual Kisses for Cancer fundraiser. You will report to the chapter house on Sunday at nine o’clock sharp. No exceptions. No excuses. And don’t be late.”

Irritated, we agree to arrive on time, and Dean Whittaker nods. “Now, get out of my office. I don’t want to see either of you in here again this semester.”

“So, we’ll see you next semester,” Tucker says under his breath, laughing as he exits the office.

Once outside Liberty Hall, I slap Tucker on the back. “How did we get caught? You said you had it under control.”

He shrugs. “How was I supposed to know your crazy stalker is in my class?”

I shake my head, not the least bit amused. “I don’t have a stalker.”

“What are we going to do now? Two games. That’s harsh.”

I shrug. “There’s nothing we can do. Coach won’t let us play.”

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She's the girl he walked away from...
And now, she's the one he can't forget.

After getting suspended from playing hockey, I’ve hit rock bottom and failing another class. Out of luck and options, I hire a tutor. But I never expected the person behind the screen name to be my ex-hookup.

Samantha still hates my guts for giving her the “Tucker Kane treatment” in the past. She wants nothing to do with me and makes me work for every second I spend with her.

But as we get closer, a mysterious blogger wreaking havoc on campus turns her sights on me, threatening our future

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Chapter 1

Tucker

Dethroned: October Edition

I wonder what the NCAA would say about hotshot hockey stud Tucker Kane pounding beers and eating mystery brownies at the Delta Sig house on Saturday. Are those pot brownies, Tucker? Only a drug test will tell.

XO,

The Queen

My twin brother, Trent, pushes his chair out from the desk. “Dude, you’re fucked if you don’t find out who’s writing this gossip column.” His pale blue eyes that mirror mine stare back at me in disappointment.

Uncrossing my arms, I let out a deep breath.

This is not happening.

Not now.

“Who would do this?” I look at Trent in horror, still in shock and also terrified that this stupid article will get back to the Athletic Commission. “Is there a way to find out who’s writing this shit?”

I’ve never failed a drug test, but I got too drunk this weekend and didn’t realize what I’d eaten until the following day. The guys at the Delta Sigma Phi fraternity house always have pot brownies, though I always pass, or at least I did.

And because of some bitch with a vendetta against me, I might be in even hotter water than I already am with the school. Missing two games at the beginning of the season is hard enough, but an entire season is another story. I can kiss my professional hockey career goodbye if that happens.

Preston, Drake, and Jamie stand beside me, glaring at Dethroned, a new gossip blog created by some evil girl who calls herself The Queen. Based on the posts on the site, it appears this girl has her sights set on our team. There are brief articles and video clips of us doing stupid shit at fraternity parties and random pictures of us with girls.

Preston cups my shoulder, shaking his head at the computer screen. “We can find out who owns the domain. But think of this as your wake-up call, Tuck. All of your screwing around is catching up with you. Time to get your shit together. Stop drinking. Hire a tutor. Spend less time at the Delta Sig house. We need you on your A game this season.”

“Yeah, I got it, Prez. For the hundredth time, I got it.” Shaking off Preston’s heavy hand, I step away from my brother and friends in desperate need of space. This conversation has been repeated lately, and I’m sick of it. “I’ll figure it out. Okay?”

Preston nods and then shoves his hands into the pockets of his track pants.

No one knows me better than the guys in this room. They’re family more than friends. I grew up with all of them. We went to school together, played Division I hockey, and now live together in a house on campus. There’s nothing we don’t share, nothing we don’t know about each other.

I can see the concern on each of their faces. Even Drake looks worried. Like his dad, he’s a giant, several inches taller than the rest of us, and built like a wall of solid muscle. Apart from my brother, I’m the closest to Drake, and because of that, the concern furrowing his brows hits me more than Preston’s.

Running my hands through my spiky hair, I tug at the ends in frustration and lean back against the chest of drawers behind me. “We need to stop whoever’s doing this.”

“Our team is being targeted for a reason,” I say. “You could be next. Any of us could be next. And who knows what this bitch will say next. We need to take her down before it ruins our careers.”

“She’s got to be a student at Strick U,” Trent adds.

“How do you expect us to track her down?” Drake asks.

“Jamie can find out.” I zero in on Jameson O’Connor, our resident computer hacker. “Right? Tell me you can hack into something and shut this website down.”

Jamie laughs. “I’m good, but not that good.”

“Let Jamie sit,” I tell Trent, who vacates his seat in front of the computer.

Jamie pushes the chair into the desk and begins clicking buttons. The last few weeks have been a nonstop rollercoaster of drama and bullshit, so I’ve been partying more than usual. And now I’ve given this girl ammunition to use against me.

“The domain is private,” Jamie says.

I grunt in irritation, the hope I had a minute ago slowly draining away. “So, we can’t find out who owns it?”

He shakes his head, spinning around in the chair. “No, but there might be another way. I can try tracking their IP address. But I’ll need more time.”

“Until then…” Preston interjects authoritatively, “… all of you need to stay out of trouble.” There’s a reason he’s the captain of our team. “Stay the hell away from the Delta Sig guys.” His eyes shift to me when he says this.

“I’m not avoiding my friends because of one article,” I shoot back.

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Total pages in book: 62
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His hockey coach’s daughter is off-limits…

The first time I met Preston Parker I slammed face-first into his wet, chiseled abs. In the men’s locker room, of all places.
As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, Mr. MVP gave me one of his killer smirks, right before dropping his towel in front of me. Just to prove a point. That no woman can resist him.
Not even me.
Now, he keeps finding ways to see me, touch me.
And I find myself wanting to break my dad’s rules about his players.
Rules I never break for a reason.
Because falling for a player like Parker… was never part of the plan.

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Chapter One

BEX

The men’s locker room is sacred for a reason, and now I know why. Keeping my eyes on the floor, I use my hair to block my face and haul ass down the center aisle toward my dad’s office.

My dad has three rules.

No talking to his players.

No hanging out with his players.

No dating his players.

So why did he ask me to meet him after practice? For years, I have followed his rules and steered clear of his players… until today. I consider running out of the room, but once the players see me, I commit to my mission.

Players whistle as I move past them. One guy informs me I’m in the men’s locker room—as if I need a reminder. Another jerk has the nerve to reach out and touch my leg.

I feel like I’m doing the world’s longest walk of shame. Dozens of eyes are on me. The players whisper about me under their breaths. But once I’d stepped into the locker room, I wasn’t turning back. So, here I am.

Go me and my walk of shame.

I glance up for a second to look for the door that leads to my dad’s office… and I run head-first into a bare chest. Pushing out my palm, my fingers graze a wet, muscular stomach. A few inches lower and I would have ripped the towel from his waist.

Blocked by a wall of muscle, I peek up at Preston Parker, all six feet four inches of him. Preston is even bigger close up and hotter too. If any player were ever off-limits to me, it’s Preston.

The corner of his mouth turns up into a wicked smirk that produces an unusual reaction from me.

“Excuse me.” I shove Preston, desperate to move him to the side, but he’s a big guy. “You’re in my way.”

His fingers brush mine. “And you are in mine.”

A rush of heat shoots through my fingertips and runs up my arm. Touching Preston shouldn’t feel this good. He’s my dad’s favorite player and the best defenseman in the division. But most of all, he’s out of my league.

Like way out of it.

On another planet.

I’m a scholarship kid. He’s a rich athlete with the potential to go pro. We have nothing in common apart from our athleticism.

Preston touches my hand for a split second before I step back from him. “You have the wrong locker room.” He runs his long fingers through his short, dark hair, pushing it off his forehead. Like the rest of him, it’s wet.

He smiles, and my silly heart claws its way out of my chest. Water slides down the side of his face, and I have an immediate desire to lick it from his tanned skin.

Focus, Bex.

“No, I don’t,” I counter. “This is the right locker room. Just shitty timing.”

He tilts his head to the side and studies my face long enough to make me feel self-conscious. “I know you. Right? You’re Coach Bryant’s daughter. You look different. Were you always so… tall?”

I’m five feet ten inches, which comes in handy when you play basketball. Preston still has six inches on me, though.

“I’ve been this tall since freshman year. And it’s Bex.”

He scratches the stubble along his angular jaw, still smirking at me. “Bex? What an unusual name.”

“Okay, Peter Preston Parker. This from the guy who’s named after Spider-Man.”

He laughs. “You’re a real smart ass, Bex Bryant.”

“So I’ve been told.”

His crooked smile and disgustingly good looks produce a strange reaction inside me. My physical reaction to Preston needs to fuck off. Like right now.

“Bex is short for Bexley,” I add for clarification.

Not like he cares about my name. He’s too busy staring down my basketball jersey at my boobs.

“Preston,” he says. “Not Peter. No one calls me by my first name. But I’m sure you already knew that.”

I roll my eyes at the arrogant jerk.

But I’m sure you already knew that.

Who does he think he is?

My dad will have a stroke if he sees me talking to one of his players, let alone his precious Preston. After winning the Frozen Four last year, my dad swears Preston will take them all the way again, especially after he won MVP. And from what I’ve heard, Mr. MVP has no problem doing the same with the girls on campus.

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