Draw Control

Shea Donnelly wins every draw in the building. Clamp, rip, half-second after the whistle: the ball is hers before it lands. At five-fifty in the morning the field house belongs to her, which is the only hour Grafton lets her pretend it does. She counts everything. Reps. Half-seconds. The days left before a committee decides which program in this building lives and which one gets cut to nothing.

Cooper Lindgren is the problem on the other side of the turf. Men's team, golden-boy competence, the kind of attention that files under handle never. One of them walks out of that room with a whole program. The other walks out gutted. She has nine days to beat him, and she already has his mouth on her throat in a building neither of them is supposed to own after dark.

A dual-POV enemies-to-lovers college lacrosse romance about the draw, the budget fight nobody wants to name, and the captain who finally opens her hands.