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Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)

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Rudy meets Moneyball in a sexy yet warm-hearted, second-chance football romance for fans of Sarah Adams, Tessa Bailey, Monica Murphy, Kristen Callihan, Lucy Score, and, of course, “Tayvis,” as the analytical, math-nerd, type-A daughter of a tough love coach is assigned to babysit the team’s adrenaline junkie pass rusher.

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Chelsea Parker, 26, knows football, thanks to growing up with a football coach for a father and two linebackers for brothers. But Chelsea’s true passion has always been math: crunching numbers to predict statistical outcomes for everything from football to stocks to romance. Chelsea dreams of merging her two passions to become the first female head of analytics for an NFL team. But for now, she’s got to convince the powers-that-be at her father’s new team, the Mastodons, the worst in the NFL, to give her that entry-level position in the front office.

Luca Maguire, 26, a pass rusher and adrenaline junkie with a famous last name, knows this upcoming training camp with his new team, the Mastodons, will likely be his last, if he can’t get out of his own way long enough to make the cut. The dire nature of his circumstances is the only reason Luca didn’t quit on the spot when Coach Parker assigned his daughter, Chelsea, a statistics-loving, spreadsheet-making math nerd, as Luca’s “personal coach” for the duration of camp. More like his babysitter, if you ask Luca.

Well, okay, Luca didn’t quit for that reason and another one: the thing that happened seven years ago between Luca and Chelsea as strangers, when Luca’s college football team stayed at the same hotel as Chelsea’s mathletes squad. Luca would never admit this to Chelsea, especially not with her being Coach’s daughter and the newly assigned bane of his existence, but the truth is Luca hasn’t stopped thinking about that cute little mathlete who ditched his ass seven years ago, right before their clothes came off, ever since

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CHAPTER 1

Chelsea

Bloomington, Indiana

“LOOKS LIKE OUR serenity is about to get shattered by a pack of starving hyenas.” Daisy snorts. “They’re hot, though. I’ll give ’em that.”

My new friend’s comment prompts me to look up from the color-coded spreadsheet I’m working on for our math team. A college football team—Nebraska’s, based on the logos printed on their T-shirts and sweats—has blasted into the breakfast area of our budget hotel.

“You think they’re a team of some kind?” Daisy asks innocently, surveying the rowdy young men as they raucously descend upon the tepid buffet offerings and jockey to pile soggy scrambled eggs onto paper plates.

I smirk to myself, amused but not surprised my friend hasn’t instantly recognized this breed of athletic young men as football players. For my part, thanks to my upbringing, I’m already mentally sorting them into their positions on the football field, based on body type: running backs, receivers, cornerbacks, offensive linemen, and so on. And let’s not forget my all-time favorite position: linebackers. Better yet if they’re an outside linebacker. And better still if a guy is an OLB that’s an edge rusher—the guy tasked with breaking through the opposing offensive line and taking down his opponent’s quarterback. Yum.

“Maybe they’re a wrestling team?” Daisy offers nonchalantly, her gaze continuing to drift across the testosterone-laden chaos.

Her suggestion is ludicrous, quite frankly, but I refrain from saying so. Daisy knowing I come from a die-hard football family that includes a head coach and two NFL players is one thing; scaring her off by saying something that could make me sound like a know-it-all blowhard would be another.

Daisy’s the only good friend I’ve made so far since starting at Northwestern two months ago, and I’d really like to continue building the friendship. Daisy’s the sort of person I’ve always dreamed of having in my life—a fun, wild-child type—so I’m determined not to give her the ick by revealing Stat-Keeping Football Fanatic Chelsea too early.

“I feel like they’re most likely football players,” I murmur vaguely.

“Well, if anyone would know about that, it’s you.” Daisy scans the melee for another long beat. “Although I’m kinda thinking they look like soccer players.”

I press my lips together. Those are football physiques, as surely as my name is Chelsea Parker. Also, Indiana’s campus is only a few miles away, and today is Saturday—game day in the world of college football. Plus, they’ve all got NEBRASKA plastered all over their clothes, and that particular university is in the Big Ten Conference, along with Indiana, which means the two schools are likely opponents in today’s game. So, put all those facts together, along with the approximate number of them being exactly what I’d expect to see for a traveling football team, and there’s not a doubt in my mind those young men are Nebraska’s football players, come to Bloomington as the visiting team for today’s home game at Indiana.

I don’t feel the need to convince Daisy I’m right, however, so I simply shrug and return to my spreadsheet. But only a few seconds later, Daisy pokes my arm and whispers, “Hey, do any of those hotties catch your eye?” She waggles her eyebrows. “I know you said you don’t want a boyfriend for at least a couple years, but maybe you could have your first fling tonight after the competition.” She smiles mischievously. “I bet any of those boys would be more than willing to make out with you for your first time.” She snickers. “Or with me for my twentieth.”

I roll my eyes and return to my spreadsheet. “You do you, Daisy. But that’s not what I came here for. I came to win.”

“Why can’t we do both?”

I look up from my screen. “Even if I were going to let myself get distracted like that, why would I do it with someone I’d never see again? They’re Cornhuskers, Daisy. From Nebraska.”

“That’s exactly my point. You could have some fun checking off some of those boxes you keep talking about and never have to worry about the guy turning into a cling-on and suddenly thinking he’s got the right to tell you what to do.”

She’s parroting my own words back to me. That’s what I told her during freshman orientation when the topic of boyfriends came up, because that’s how it went down for two of my best friends from back home, once they got their first boyfriends. After living under the watchful, protective eyes of my father and two big brothers my whole life, why would I want any man thinking he’s got a say in what I do, now that I’m finally free and on my own?

“Well, regardless, I couldn’t possibly do that tonight because I’m one hundred percent positive we’ll make it into the finals, which means we’ll need to come back here and prepare as much as humanly possible before getting to bed at a reasonable hour so we maximize brain function with a full eight hours of sleep.” As Daisy well knows, the top six teams in today’s first round of the competition will advance to tomorrow’s finals, and it’d take an act of God to keep a team like ours out of them.

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Chasing the Ring (Football and Feels #1) Read Online Lauren Rowe http://www.ilovenovels.com/chasing-the-ring-football-and-feels-1-read-online-lauren-rowe Thu, 26 Feb 2026 08:20:37 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/chasing-the-ring-football-and-feels-1-read-online-lauren-rowe Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Lauren Rowe Series: Football and Feels Series by Lauren Rowe
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)

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When a wronged bride and an NFL quarterback find themselves sharing the same Hawaiian vacation, a no-strings, just-for-fun encounter quickly becomes unforgettable in this warm-hearted, extra spicy football romance for fans of Sarah Adams, Tessa Bailey, Monica Murphy, Kristen Callihan, and Lucy Score.

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Iris Benedetto’s wedding day just went viral . . . for all the wrong reasons.
After a heated blowout with her lying, cheating fiancé at the altar, Iris storms off on a solo honeymoon—loudly announcing that she’s finally going to find out what good sex is all about. Rebranding from small-town preschool teacher to #Horny Runaway Bride was not the plan, but the insanely hot stranger who ends up double-booked in her bungalow on the island of Kauai is an opportunity even devastated Iris can’t ignore.

It’s not often NFL quarterback Roman Maguire meets someone who doesn’t recognize him. Even rarer to have that someone barge in while he’s taking a shower and quickly make him an irresistible offer. Roman is in Hawaii to secure the deal that could finally land him a Super Bowl ring—and closer proximity to his son. A sexy fling in paradise is a perfect way to spend a week with a surprise roommate . . .

Except . . . suddenly a week doesn’t seem nearly enough. And once the truth about Roman’s identity, Iris’s internet infamy, and all kinds of loyalty-testing secrets are revealed, will they both be willing to step into the real-life spotlight together?

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Chapter 1

Iris

“Who wants the last pour?” As Tatiana asks the question, she holds up a nearly empty bottle of pricey champagne—the third of three she brought as her contribution to tonight’s pre-wedding sleepover.

To celebrate my last night as an unmarried woman, my four bridesmaids—my two college besties, Tatiana and Kaylee; my best friend since grade school from here in Orchard Blossom, Harper; and Brandon’s nineteen-year-old little sister, Delilah—have come to my dad’s house, the modest, cozy home where I grew up, for a good, old-fashioned slumber party.

To give us some privacy for our girls’ night, and to free up the necessary beds, my dad and brother kindly went to sleep at our town’s biggest and only hotel for the night. Dad and Atlas said they were happy to do it, though, since the hotel is where my groom is hosting a “boys-only” poker party tonight. Classic Brandon.

“Iris?” Tatiana, our bartendress for the evening, says, tilting the neck of the champagne bottle toward me. “As the bride, you’ve got dibs.”

I shake my head. “That’s the best champagne I’ve ever had, but I don’t want to risk feeling the least bit hungover tomorrow.”

“Well, if no one else is gonna drink it,” Kaylee, our resident party girl, says, “then I will.”

“Yes, we’re well aware you’ll drink it, you lush,” Tatiana teases. “I figured I’d offer it to the bride first.”

Laughing, Kaylee addresses Delilah, my shy soon-to-be sister-in-law. “You want to split the last bit with me?”

“No, you go ahead,” Delilah replies. “I’m an even bigger lightweight than Iris.” To emphasize her point, she rises from the couch with a big stretch. “It’s bedtime for Delilah, ladies. Alcohol always makes me sleepy.” She grins at me. “No need to be quiet when you come in, Iris. I can sleep through anything, especially when I’ve been drinking.”

“I’ll be in soon. I want to get lots of beauty sleep for tomorrow.”

After Delilah disappears into the short hallway, my three best friends and I lean in and whisper about how adorable she is and how lucky I am to be gaining a sweet sister in addition to a husband.

“Hey, Iris?” Delilah says, poking her head back into the living room. “Can I borrow some toothpaste? I left mine at the hotel.”

“There should be some in my toiletry bag, which is sitting on top of my suitcase for Hawaii.” Brandon and I will be taking an early-morning flight to our honeymoon the day after tomorrow’s wedding, so we packed separate bags for that portion of our travels.

Delilah thanks me and leaves again, and conversation in the living room resumes, this time about the schedule for the Big Day tomorrow. But midway through our conversation, Delilah reappears with a confused look on her face and a cell phone in her hand.

“Did my brother leave his phone here?”

I don’t recognize the device in Delilah’s hand. At least, not from here. “No, Brandon’s definitely got his phone. He’s been texting me all night.”

Delilah hands me the thing, which is turned off, and resumes her prior spot on the couch. But even close up, I don’t recognize the mysterious device. “Where was it?”

“In Brandon’s toiletry bag. I assumed the bag was yours, but when I found a bottle of aftershave in a pocket with this phone, I realized my mistake.”

My brow furrowed, I press the phone’s power button, and it lights up and springs to life.

“Could it be a work phone?” Delilah asks innocently.

Panic slams into me. After almost seven years with Brandon, the last four spent living with him in a small apartment in his hometown of Denver while he’s worked at his father’s insurance firm, I’d definitely know it if Brandon had a work phone. My extroverted husband-to-be didn’t take his studies all that seriously at UCLA, but once we got to Denver, he became a veritable workaholic. These days, my hardworking fiancé is always on his phone with clients and running off to after-work drinks with potential ones.

Oh my God.

Suddenly, things I’ve always considered innocuous seem horribly suspicious in this context. When we got to Denver and Brandon started working such long hours at his father’s firm, I was thrilled to support his newfound work ethic and passion, especially after Brandon proposed last year and started talking about working hard for us. For our future. For the family we’re both excited to build one day. God knows my salary as a preschool teacher isn’t going to buy us a house any time soon. But now, thanks to this foreign phone in my hand, I’m seeing everything through a new lens. Was Brandon really out schmoozing potential clients all those nights he came back home late from work tasting of whiskey and bragging about landing a big new account?

No, don’t jump to conclusions, Iris. There must be a logical, innocuous reason for Brandon not to disclose this mysterious phone. He could be holding it for a friend, for instance. Or planning a big surprise for me in Hawaii, so he got a secret phone to handle all necessary arrangements.

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