Faith Sinclair Books
Bayview Boys Novella
I spent years pining for my best friend. Now that he’s a Division One football player, getting his attention is a lot more challenging.
I’ve been fantasizing about Drew for years—banging him, marrying him, running away to the circus with him, whatever. And now he’s a college football star, everybody wants him.
I’m his quiet music and theater nerd best friend who he’ll never think is hot or dateable.
Blonde, bouncy, and boisterous, his new girlfriend is everything I’m not. And she’s trying to turn him into someone else.
Drew may be a big, macho athlete, but he’s also kind, sensitive, and kinda nerdy. He'd risk his life for me in a heartbeat, and knows how to help me when I’m sad.
I won’t let Lavender take away what makes Drew so wonderful, but that won’t make him see me as anything more than a friend.
After all, football players don’t date music geeks.
Bayview Boys Series
The star quarterback wants to date. He doesn't realize the costumed performer in his bed last night was me.
By day I’m Cat, a film student and champion ballroom dancer. By night I'm Kitty, a performer shielded by wigs and glitter, who Daniel can't stay away from.
He’s already fallen for Kitty, but Cat can’t stop remembering the way his hands felt on her skin. On my skin.
We both swore off relationships, but Daniel makes me believe in something more. He sees me in ways nobody else ever has, on stage and off it, and he doesn’t flinch when I let him into my world.
The closer we get, the more I know what’s at risk: my heart, my newfound happiness, and maybe even my future.
I can’t afford to fall for him, but how do you walk away when the one person you never thought you could have wants all of you?
Our college’s star cornerback needs a good girl girlfriend to clean up his image, and I’m an excellent actress.
I have no patience for football players. They’re cocky, obnoxiously macho, and the epitome of everything I don’t like about people in general.
And Pat is one of those overly chipper party boys on top of being a football player.
I’ve been honing my craft since childhood, but even I struggle to make it look like I like this guy. Because I don’t.
Not even when he gives me his jersey when I get soaked by a puddle, holds my hand when loud noises startle me, tickles my lips when his breath when we get pressed together on one of his hijinks …
No. I do not like this guy.
Frankly, I can’t wait for this ruse to be over.
But my heart and body seem to have other ideas.