Foul Play: An MMM College Sports Romance of Rivalry, Proximity, and Perfectly Ruined Plans

Reid Callahan walks into every room knowing exactly how it's supposed to go. Lacrosse captain. Recruited talent. The guy with a plan for everything — except the gap between who he was supposed to become and who he actually is.

Sutton Parish controls what he can. Times, stroke mechanics, lane position. He's been training toward one qualifying time since the spring he missed it by four hundredths of a second. What he hasn't been training toward is the journalist who keeps showing up twelve minutes early to every single meet.

Callum Briggs knows how to watch people without them knowing he's watching. It's why he's good at his job. What he can't explain — professionally or otherwise — is why he keeps ending up in the corridor between two programs he covers, staying longer than any story requires.

There's an eight-foot corridor inside the Apex University athletics building. The lacrosse complex is on one side. The aquatic center is on the other. On Tuesday and Thursday evenings, between six and eight PM, all three of them are in it. None of them coordinates this. None of them talks about it.

For one full semester, three men orbit the same midpoint — a captain carrying the weight of an identity he didn't choose, a swimmer learning to trust a body that keeps checking itself before the wall, and a journalist who knows exactly what he's not supposed to want and wants it anyway. Each of them keeps a different kind of record. None of them crosses out the entry with the other two names in it.

When the story Callum files upends Reid's captaincy review, the silence they've been building in that corridor fractures — and suddenly the question isn't whether all three of them are choosing this. It's whether all three of them can choose it together, after the truth has already cost something real.

Foul Play is a slow-burn MMM college sports romance about three men who build something between them before they have the language to name it — and what it takes to stay in it once naming it is unavoidable. There are no easy resolutions here, no miscommunications cleared up by a single conversation. There's a grip tape ritual, a lane marker, a notebook full of things a journalist won't cross out. There's a corridor that smells like nothing in the middle, and three people who keep showing up to it long past when the schedule requires.

If you've ever wanted a romance that earns its warmth one quiet scene at a time — where the intimacy builds through what characters notice, not what they announce — this is the book that's been waiting for you.

Scroll up and grab your copy. The corridor is right where you left it.

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E-bog: 12. juni 2026