There’s freedom behind a motorcycle helmet.

Nobody knows who you are.

No name. No jersey number. No six brothers who’d been famous longer than I could legally drive, and no one stopping me on the sidewalk to ask if I was actually related to the Chris Kingman.

So when I find Clover stuck in a tree with her cat, I keep the helmet on.

I crack Mandalorian jokes, rescue her and her cat, and feel like an absolute genius when I ask for her number and she gives it to me.

I am, in fact, an idiot. She’s the new Dance and Cheer coach for the Cincinnati Tigers. The team where I happen to be the starting quarterback.

I can’t keep this secret from her. That’s a douchepotato move.

She figures it out before I can tell her. Which somehow manages to be worse.

And just to throw a monkey in our wrench the boss has assigned us to work together on a super-secret project to unmask whoever is sabotaging the team, and our cover? Of course, it’s fake dating.

We’ll do it because Clover moved to Cincinnati to do the impossible: build a body-diverse professional cheer squad in a league that’s never had one, for a team that everyone says is going nowhere.

Someone powerful is betting she’ll fail. She’s taking that bet, and I’m going to be there to make sure nobody hurts her.

This sports romance features a chaotic quarterback with a secret business empire and zero chill about his feelings, a plus-size heroine holding the door open for every woman who was told the dream wasn’t for her, two cats with better emotional intelligence than their owners, and that Bridgertons-meets-American-Football family who will absolutely deploy every brother and one mastermind sister before this season is over.