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  Touchdowns and Tiaras

  The Complete Boxed Set

  Sosie Frost

  Touchdowns and Tiaras

  (The Complete Boxed Set)

  Copyright © 2019 by Sosie Frost

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Cover Design: Pink Ink Designs

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  Note From Sosie

  For the first time ever, I am bundling my toe-curling, heart-pounding, lip-biting football romances in one collection!

  Each book is a complete BWWM standalone, but you’ll love reading them in order.

  The Touchdowns and Tiaras Boxed Set features all four romantic comedies from the Ironfield Rivets Series:

  Love At First Down

  Beauty and the Blitz

  Once Upon A Half-time

  Happily Ever All-Star

  If you love sexy football players, sassy heroines, and steamy romances so hot you’ll stick to your sheets, then you’re are ready to Go Deep with the Ironfield Rivets.

  Love at First Down:

  Play-maker. Trouble-maker.

  …Baby-maker?

  Star Quarterback Jack Carson has the worst reputation in the league…and, as his publicist, this bad boy’s behavior threatens both of our jobs. When the league threatens to expel him once-and-for-all, Jack’s has one last resort to convince them that he’s wholesome, dependable, and responsible.

  Jack Carson wants to start a family.

  And he’s chosen me to give him the baby.

  Beauty and the Blitz:

  Who could ever love a beast?

  All-star linebacker Cole Hawthorne is a beast on the field, destroying offenses one broken quarterback at a time. His violent reputation makes him a liability to his team, a villain in the league, and a pain-in-my-ass as my client.

  If this monster of a man wants to stay in the league, he’s gotta do what I say…but the more I try to tame the beast, the more I fall for the man beneath. He’s passionate. Charming. And even the league’s most fearsome demon can’t resist my baby’s giggle.

  Do I save our careers…or should I protect a man who deserves his own happily ever after?

  Once Upon A Half-Time:

  I know you…

  I slept with you one upon a mistake…

  Lachlan Reed is the Ironfield Rivets’ most-anticipated rookie…and he’s also my biggest mistake. Our three-day Vegas sextravangza is a hazy blur, but seeing him at training camp rings a bell...wedding bells. As the Rivets’ team photographer, it’s my job to document the players, not marry them. But Lachlan insists I’ll fall madly in love with him by the sunset of our third date.

  By date one: I’m head-over-heels.

  Date Two? I’m pregnant.

  After date three? Well…good thing I don’t believe in fairy-tales.

  Only happily-ever-disasters.

  Happily Ever All-Star

  Can you fake a happily-ever-after?

  Jude Owens is the most respected player in the league, but a concussion nearly ends his career. Jude refuses to retire without the ultimate honor—a championship.

  As the team’s neurologist, I must be impartial when my life-long friend hops onto the exam table, but Jude proposes a solution to both of our problems. If I clear him to play…he’ll pretend to the be the father of my unborn baby.

  Jude rescues me from scandal, but our fake romance reveals very real feelings. Falling in love with him risks everything—his health, my job, and the future of our beautiful Once Upon a Time.

  It’s up to me to save my prince charming... Even if I must lose my happily-ever-after.

  Contents

  Love At First Down

  1. Jack

  2. Leah

  3. Leah

  4. Jack

  5. Leah

  6. Jack

  7. Leah

  8. Jack

  9. Leah

  10. Jack

  11. Leah

  12. Jack

  13. Leah

  14. Jack

  15. Leah

  16. Leah

  17. Jack

  18. Leah

  19. Jack

  20. Leah

  21. Jack

  22. Jack

  23. Leah

  24. Leah

  Epilogue

  Beauty and the Blitz

  1. Piper

  2. Cole

  3. Piper

  4. Cole

  5. Piper

  6. Cole

  7. Piper

  8. Cole

  9. Piper

  10. Cole

  11. Cole

  12. Piper

  13. Cole

  14. Piper

  15. Cole

  16. Cole

  17. Piper

  18. Piper

  19. Cole

  20. Piper

  21. Cole

  22. Piper

  23. Cole

  24. Epilogue - Piper

  Once Upon A Half-Time

  1. Elle

  2. Lachlan

  3. Elle

  4. Lachlan

  5. Elle

  6. Lachlan

  7. Elle

  8. Lachlan

  9. Elle

  10. Lachlan

  11. Elle

  12. Lachlan

  13. Elle

  14. Lachlan

  15. Elle

  16. Lachlan

  17. Elle

  18. Elle

  19. Lachlan

  20. Lachlan

  21. Elle

  22. Lachlan

  23. Lachlan

  24. Elle

  Lachlan’s Epilogue

  Elle’s Epilogue

  Happily Ever All-Star

  1. Rory

  2. Jude

  3. Rory

  4. Jude

  5. Rory

  6. Jude

  7. Rory

  8. Rory

  9. Jude

  10. Rory

  11. Jude

  12. Rory

  13. Jude

  14. Rory

  15. Jude

  16. Jude

  17. Rory

  18. Jude

  19. Rory

  20. Jude

  21. Rory

  22. Rory

  23. Jude

  24. Rory

  25. Jude

  Epilogue - Rory

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  About the Author

  Love At First Down

  Book 1

  To L.G.

  Cause I know how much you love bad boys…

  1

  Jack

  A party wasn’t a party unless I had two women begging to take me home.

  And the fun only started when I agreed to fuck both of them.

  The blonde grinded against me first. Not that I wasn’t partial to blondes, just had seen a lot of them lately. Blue-eyes, s
exy curls, lips that pouted more than they’d ever smile. She was the kind of girl who’d suck out a man’s willpower through his cock then demand a credit card to go shopping. I’d learned to stay away from those girls. Good for one fuck, maybe two, but then they’d always want the same thing.

  Money. Tickets for their friends. A car. New tits.

  Somewhere out there, four women had eight, brand new tits courtesy of Jack Carson. It was almost like a public service.

  And the league said I needed to devote more time to charity. I was doing the world enough favors.

  Only a few of my teammates joined us for the night out. Half of them took off before the party got rowdy. The rest grabbed more beer and a girl of their choice.

  I ordered the waitresses to bring us another round of everything—alcohol, wings, phone numbers. The music pounded, and two of my teammates shook the jukebox until their change poured out. The R&B blared, and some of the girls started to dance.

  And those lovely ladies knew just what to shake.

  After a song—and three discarded thongs—another handful of coeds slipped into our private room. They giggled as they recognized the stars of the Ironfield Rivets and paraded to my table. I let one through, a pretty little brunette I stacked next to the blonde.

  Now this brunette I liked.

  She wore a sexy black dress, something deserving of the Vegas strip, not the city of Ironfield. When she curled into my lap, the hem rose. I covered that exposed thigh with a hand.

  Soft. Warm. She’d do for a night.

  The brunette coo’ed, fake and practiced. She didn’t need to patronize me. I preferred a real moan. My fingers tucked inside her panties.

  Shaved.

  I liked that.

  I tickled until I earned her genuine, sexy sigh, except my flirting pissed the blonde off. That wouldn’t do. I gave her a wink, and she settled down, leaning close enough to let me glance at her tits. She had a better rack than the brunette. The heart-shaped tattoo was familiar though…

  Now I remembered. Last week, I saw her blowing Orlando, one of my linemen. It wasn’t unusual for the same girls to pass through the team. I had to admire her dedication. She worked her sweet-ass up from a lineman to the star of the offense. She wouldn’t stop until she fucked me—the team MVP.

  She couldn’t get any better than me.

  And she wouldn’t have a night better than what I’d offer.

  The blonde licked her lips at me. The brunette wanted me to finger her. I studied both of their bodies.

  “You girls might want to exchange names.” I tugged on the blonde’s dress strap. “Tonight, you’re gonna get to know each other real well.”

  The brunette was into it, but I was pinching her clit. She’d do anything I said. I hoped the blonde liked brunettes or they wouldn’t have as much fun when I took both of them home. Then again, some resentment was sexy. It was entertaining when the girls got territorial. A little cat-scratching, back-biting, and hissing to stake their claim made the sex damn exciting.

  Besides, everyone loved competition—especially me, especially when two big-titted women fought over my dick. A man didn’t get to the top of both his game and his women without encouraging healthy rivalry. And it was a good night to shoot for my personal best.

  A threesome was fun, but it didn’t impress anyone anymore. A foursome though—entertaining three lovely ladies?—that sounded just right. I was in the business of making plays and memories.

  Fortunately, another blonde roamed the room, searching for a lap to grind in or a cock to suck. I hauled her into the seat next to me.

  “You.” I didn’t even ask her name. “Sit.”

  Her voice was breathy. “Yes, sir.”

  I’d never get tired of that. The new girl earned the scorn of both the brunette straddling my lap and the blonde at my side. I expected one of them to bolt, but even a third of my attention was enough of a thrill. They all stayed, staking their particular claim. The new blonde tested the limits of her halter-top and rubbed my bicep. The first blonde entwined her hand on my other arm. The brunette shimmied against my thighs.

  “Girls…” I grinned as their fingers roamed over my chest. “It’s gonna be a damn good night.”

  Bryon Washington sloshed his beer at me. The half-hearted toast was as much a congratulations as I’d get from my best friend and teammate. He smacked the waitress’s ass as she delivered another round of desserts. We hadn’t ordered them. She shifted from Bryon’s roaming touch.

  “Compliments of the owner,” she said. “He’s a diehard Rivets fan.”

  “Thanks, babe.” I remembered my manners even with three girls hanging over me. Wouldn’t my PR team be proud? “I’ll send him an autograph.”

  She glanced over the table—covered in empty glasses, spilled beer, chicken bones, and a general mess. I doubt she wanted an autograph, probably just needed a night off after we trashed the place. At least she was cute. She could have gotten a ride all the way home if she played her cards right.

  Bryon mourned her departure as she collected a tray of empty plates and escaped from the shouting and riotous laughter. He got over her rejection quick enough.

  “You should share the wealth, Jack,” Bryon said, surveying my blondes. “A pretty boy like you don’t need three girls. It’ll look better if the team captain bangs only one lucky lady at a time.”

  I didn’t care how it’d look, only how it’d feel. So far, the brunette stroking my hard-on through the denim promised a night to remember.

  “Hoping I shuffle one off to you?” I asked.

  Bryon winked at the brunette in her skin-tight, black dress and patted his lap. “You gotta maintain that gentlemanly image, Jack. Coach’s orders.”

  “What gentlemanly image?” Like anyone had ever called me a gentleman. “I’m not doing anything wrong. I plan to show these lovely ladies a night on the town. They should be lucky to have Jack Carson as their tour-guide.”

  “They won’t see much of the city from their knees.” He grinned at the brunette. “Come here, honey. He won’t miss ya.”

  That wasn’t how this worked.

  I was the leader. I was in charge.

  And, like any alpha in a pride, I ate first. The others could have their scraps after I took my fill.

  I didn’t let Brunette slip from my lap.

  The last time the guys and I went out for a night, Bryon came to dinner with rainbow stripes around his dick—three different colors of lipstick ringing his cock. He bragged about it for a week, thinking he was hot shit.

  I wasn’t a man who got out-classed or out-done, especially with women.

  The blonde giggled and teased her fingers around my shoulders. Her nails poked when they should have stroked, but she’d have a good grip on my cock later.

  “Yeah, go on, Honey,” Blondie said. “I’ll take good care of Mr. Carson.”

  The brunette arched an eyebrow that might have screamed a dozen obscenities if it weren’t plucked to death, drawn in, and botox’ed stiff. She licked her lip and turned her attention to me.

  “I can entertain him all by myself.” She breathed in my ear. “Right, baby?”

  She smelled like cigarettes and one too many martinis. Blondie scowled. The other blonde adjusted her halter-top and let her tits do the talking.

  Three under-sexed, intentionally-starved, loose-moraled women vying for the opportunity to get fucked by the Rivets’ quarterback? Yeah, I’d take those odds.

  I waved to another waitress, frantically mopping up a spill. She leapt at the chance to serve someone other than my offensive line as they chugged another pitcher of beer and gnawed on the bones of their third order of barbeque wings.

  She was just some chubby little college girl, pushing up glasses and huffing as the pitcher spilled. Beer soaked into the carpet. She was cute, but too flustered. I liked a girl with confidence.

  “Another round for these ladies.” I waved over my newest fan club. “Whatever they want.”

 
“I know what I want…” The blonde bit her lip, her eyes skipping the flirting and darting to my groin.

  The waitress sighed and grabbed her pad and pencil, though halter-top blonde scoffed as she had to repeat her order over the noise. My offensive line roared in laughter and stole the remote, turning the television to a show replaying one of our critical games last season.