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Audrey Lee is going to the Olympics. A year ago, she could barely do a push up as she recovered from a spine surgery, one that could have paralyzed her. And now?

When Mabel slices her golf ball into the town cemetery. She and her best friend Violet think the worst that could happen would be a lost ball.

A broken football star becomes the trainer to an elite female athlete who can't decide if she should tell off the flirty billionaire or fall in love with him.

A world-renowned extreme athlete. A motivational speaker and philanthropist. He thinks they're a match destined for heaven. She's convinced they're polar opposites.

We are that toxic high school couple you hear about, the one you witness in the hallway as they avoid each other.

Jake Callahan. Prince of the popular crowd. Quarterback. All the boys want to be his friend. He's the most popular boy in the senior class. And he hates me. Or so I thought.

Eli Bennett: quarterback at our biggest rival high school and my brother's worst enemy. So why can't I stop thinking about him?

Austin Prescott is a lot of things. Ex football player. Sports agent. And as of this morning? Father.

Damon Prescott had it all. Star quarterback. Money. Fame. Now? He's being accused of taking performance-enhancing drugs and banned from the sport and team he loves.

The hugely acclaimed novel of '70s football and the turmoil of the game's most charismatic and controversial manager, from the bestselling author of GB84 and Red or Dead.

A forbidden love story set in the explosive world of the NBA . . . Think you know what it's like being a baller's girl? You don't. My fairy tale is upside down. A happily never after.

Okay, that might not be the headline in the newspaper this morning, but it's the reality of my current situation. It all started a month ago when I received a call from my best friend, Kinsley.

I should walk away, find some puck bunny to gleefully sit on my lap and tell me what a big, hot, hockey stud I am-totally true, BTW.

This team hates me. Something about my chronic case of resting prick face and that thing with the captain when the season started. My fist, his jaw.

The careers of a golden boy rookie hitter for the Cubs and a hard-hitting Mets pitcher take very different paths.