Kip Carmichael is no pretty boy.
He's a rough. Dirty. Giant. Hair so unruly, and a beard so thick, his friends on the team call him Sasquatch.
The first time Sasquatch lays eyes on me, I'm across the room at a keg party on Jock Row, relegated to the sidelines by my jock hungry "friends."
Week-after-week, he watches me getting overshadowed, and overlooked. Sasquatch finally broad shoulders his way through the crowd, offering to to be my Hairy Godmother. But the minute we come face-to-face? He's a goner.
Teaching methe RULES for winning a jock will be the easy part. Not falling in love with me is going to be a losing game.