The time has come for Cameron, Jason, and Asher to hang up their Rixon Raider
jerseys and head off to college with the girls they love.
But will their relationships stand the test of college life, new friendships,
and most of all, football?
*The Endgame Is You is a Rixon Raiders Epilogue. It must be read after the
other books in the series.
The Rixon Raiders, the guys with hearts that are buried under football and nothing else, until they get the girls they never saw coming. The friendships that start on the field and last a lifetime. You won't find anyone more connected than this group. The brotherhood formed on the field shows on and off of it. You always know that someone has your back for life.
L.A. Cotton never disappoints in her writing. She will truly throw you in the fire and pull you right back out, in a matter of a sentence. Truly remarkable author and one of my all-time favorites. I cannot wait for the next generation.
Go Raiders!!!
“She’s always with tutor boy.” I bristled. Darcy’s
name was becoming a regular mention in our conversation. I fucking hated it,
but it wasn’t like I could complain, not when Asher was right. I was spending
more time with the team than Felicity. But it was only for another few weeks.
Once the season was over, things would settle. We could be us again.
“Dude, you’re not seriously jealous about a guy who
enjoys talking about animal science all day?”
“You’re forgetting that Felicity also likes talking
about that stuff.”
“He’s her tutor. You’re her... person.”
Cameron chuckled. “He’s right, you know. You and
Felicity are going the distance. All couples have highs and lows.”
“Well being in a low fucking sucks.”
“You’re still... doing it, right?”
I gawked at Asher. “What are we, five?”
“I’m just trying to help.” He shrugged.
“Yeah, well maybe we should change the subject.”
Dissecting my relationship with Felicity was making me cranky.
“If you make it as one of the Heisman finalists, we can
take a trip to New York for the weekend to celebrate.”
“Seriously, Ash, the chances of me getting shortlisted
are almost non-existent.” I rubbed my jaw.
“Still, I’ll ask my old man if we can reserve the
penthouse for the weekend. That way, even if you don’t shortlist, we can still
go, but it can be a commiseration instead of a celebration.” A shit-eating grin
tugged at his mouth.
“There’s something very wrong with you,” I grumbled.
“But you love me.”
Yeah, I did. He might have been like sunshine on a fucking
rainy day, but Asher was my best friend. Cameron too. Almost fifteen months had
passed since we left Rixon for college, but they were still my guys.
Always would be.
He pulled out his cell phone and I frowned. “What are
you doing?”
“Texting my dad.”
Cameron smothered a chuckle and I rolled my eyes. “Of
course you are.”
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