In Texas, Football Isn't All Fun And Can Be Fatal.two Years Ago, I'd Married For Love.little Had I Known I Was Marrying Into A Threesome.now My Wannabe Ex Is Dead, And Everybody Thinks I Did It.worse-i Inherited Everything.including The Roughriders, The Nfl Franchise The Locals Follow With A Religious Fervor Bordering On A Cult-like Fanaticism.imagine, In Dallas, A Woman, And Worse, A Northerner, Running Their Sainted Team?my Name Is Brinda Rose, And I'm A Jersey Girl Caught In The Net Of Southern Pretense, Privilege, And Back-stabbing, With Nary A Rule Book To Guide Me.the Whole City Seems Out For My Blood.but The Nfl Gave Me 90 Days To Solve My Pesky Little Legal Issues And Prove I Am Up To The Task Of Running An Nfl Franchise. Big Of Them.my Pal, Lucky O'toole Sent Reinforcements In The Form Of A Long, Tall, Drink Of Texas Charm Named Paxton Dane, Although He's As Clueless As I Am In The Kind Of Voodoo Needed To Fend Off The Coffee-klatch Of Bored, Bitter Wives Of The Power Brokers In Town.intent On Protecting Their Positions (even If It Means Defending The Scum They Married) They Feast On Newcomers With A Piranha Frenzy.as If This Wasn't Bad Enough, I Keep Seeing Flashes Of A Guy Tailing Me Who Looks A Lot Like My Ex.could He Be Alive? The Thought Has Me Sleeping With A Handgun And Doubting My Sanity.with A Fortune On The Line And Everyone From Players, To Coaches, To Investors, To Even My Former Father-in-law, Hiding Secrets And Working Angles, 90 Days Seems An Impossibly Short Amount Of Time To Solve My Problems, And An Impossibly Long Amount Of Time To Stay Alive.