I transferred to USC under a fake name to ruin three football gods.
Spoiler: I’m the one getting wrecked.
My brothers are my everything. They raised me when no one else would. So when the Apex Three gave them season-ending injuries, I swore payback and transferred to USC to write the exposé that would end them. What I didn’t count on? My enemies being total hotties—and far too good at turning revenge into foreplay.
Jax is the perfect football prince who looks at me like he wants to either kiss me or bench-press me into submission. Cole is tattooed chaos who's made it his personal mission to find out if Texas girls are as fiery as advertised, one traced curve at a time. Ryder, the brooding brick wall, has a habit of showing up at our shared showers—all hard muscle and soft eyes that don't match.
They’re supposed to be my villains. Instead, they’ve become the distraction of the century. Somewhere between the hate and the heat, I stopped wanting revenge and started wanting them. And when lines blur between payback and passion, one thing’s clear—I might’ve hated the game, but I never stood a chance against the players.
Hate the Game is a spicy reverse-harem college football romance full of banter, bad decisions, and enemies who make losing feel a lot like winning.
Spoiler: I’m the one getting wrecked.
My brothers are my everything. They raised me when no one else would. So when the Apex Three gave them season-ending injuries, I swore payback and transferred to USC to write the exposé that would end them. What I didn’t count on? My enemies being total hotties—and far too good at turning revenge into foreplay.
Jax is the perfect football prince who looks at me like he wants to either kiss me or bench-press me into submission. Cole is tattooed chaos who's made it his personal mission to find out if Texas girls are as fiery as advertised, one traced curve at a time. Ryder, the brooding brick wall, has a habit of showing up at our shared showers—all hard muscle and soft eyes that don't match.
They’re supposed to be my villains. Instead, they’ve become the distraction of the century. Somewhere between the hate and the heat, I stopped wanting revenge and started wanting them. And when lines blur between payback and passion, one thing’s clear—I might’ve hated the game, but I never stood a chance against the players.
Hate the Game is a spicy reverse-harem college football romance full of banter, bad decisions, and enemies who make losing feel a lot like winning.
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