Roan King. The uncrowned king of Barnett University. He's like a freaking celebrity around here. It's totally ridiculous. People, by which I mean grown women, actually stalk him on the internet. And around campus. Apparently he's god's gift to both football and the ladies (I'm using that term loosely). All he has to do is smile and girls just fall right onto their backs before spreading their legs nice and wide. I've heard that he's already plowed his way through half the female population here at Barnett. I'm sure he'll work his way through the second half before he gets drafted to the NFL later this year. Yeah... I don't plan to be one of them. The guy is nothing more than a conceited player. You know the type- a steroid infused meathead jock coasting through college on his football prowess. Ugh. I have three words for you- avoid, avoid, avoid. Need I say more? I don't think so. I've had the sad misfortune of running into him on campus. Literally. As in- I literally slammed into him before spilling my iced coffee drink all over that wide rippling chest of his (did I just say that?). What I learned from the experience is that Roan King is one hell of a cocky son of a- I also learned that he has the most spectacular chest... And don't even get me started on those abs... I could probably cut diamonds on them. Unfortunately for me, Operation- Avoid-Roan-King isn't going so well. Everywhere I go, there he is. If he wasn't so ridiculously hot, he would be a hell of a lot easier to forget. With his dark hair, shocking turquoise colored eyes and (damn him) buff body, he's easily the most gorgeous guy I've ever laid eyes on. Crap... see what I mean? Why do I suddenly have the bad feeling that Roan King is going to lead to my utter ruin and downfall? This is a mature New Adult novel with strong language and sexual situations intended for readers over the age of 18**

Friend Zoned is the second stand alone novel in the Barnett Bulldogs Series. Sam Harper, left tackle for the Barnett Bulldogs, is my best friend. My cock blocking best friend. I swear that man has a sixth sense when it comes to me getting laid. It's completely frustrating how I can be right on the verge of sealing the deal when Sam appears out of nowhere and suddenly my entire night is going up in a big ball of sexually frustrated flames. I think the guy seriously enjoys messing with me. I really do. Otherwise why would he take such perverse pleasure in doing it? Exactly. I'm thinking that he needs a girlfriend. Someone to preoccupy him. Then maybe he'd stop trying to get in my way all the damn time. I really hate to admit this, but... I'm starting to notice things about Sam that I should definitely not be noticing. Like those piercing blue eyes of his that pin me right in place. Or his short blond hair that I just want to drag my fingers through. And the way soft cottony t-shirts cling to his big broad shoulders. Not to mention those killer abs that I sometimes catch a fleeting glimpse of when he stretches that huge muscular body of his next to me in class. Yup, the man is certainly buff. No question about it. But I guess that's what you get when you've been playing division I football for the past four years. And when his knee accidentally bumps mine in the judicial process class we share, it's all I can do to keep focused on whatever fresh hell Dr. Rickets is tormenting us with that day. The feelings that have sprung up within me are definitely starting to freak me out. What I really need is for everything between us to slide right back to the way it's always been. We're friends. Best friends. We have eight solid years of friendship behind us. That's not something I'm willing to throw away on a bit of sexual attraction that will eventually fizzle out. And with my track record, it'll be sooner rather than later that it happens. I've seriously had milk sitting in my fridge that lasts longer than some of my pseudo-relationships. We have seven months left until graduation. Until we're both moving on with our lives. I'm hoping to get in here at Barnett for law school but Sam will end up going somewhere else- Cornell or Columbia. Next to my grandparents, Sam is the only other person I can count on. That I trust implicitly. And that's just not something you mess with. No matter how tempted you might be. This is a New Adult novel meant for people 18 years or older. This book contains language and sexual situations **