I'm the number one pro quarterback in love with two people. Talk about a double team.

One romance is my sexy, shameless frenemy from college, Blair Monroe. The other is my hot, ink-covered teammate, Colton Hawke.

And here's the kicker-we're stuck on a secluded island while Blair pretends to be my girlfriend, and Colton's still pissed we lost the Super Bowl.

How the hell did we get in this steamy mess?

In high school, Colton was irresistible. Our connection was powerful on the field. We're still pros at hiding our match.

In college, I fell in love with Blair, too. But her roommate was my girlfriend, so Blair was off-limits...until this past Valentine's night. We shared one night and a shameless bet-who could out-tempt the other? Yeah, Blair won the bet and my heart.

Back then, I couldn't have either.

Now, I want them both.

The catch? Name an out pro football player. That's what I thought.

We have ten days to get our pounding hearts, our tender secrets, our flirting bets, and our hot urges under control. Because I have a Super Bowl to win.

The question is, can I score two hearts forever, too?