I just couldn't get into this. The heroine cries about ten times in the book, no joke. No, not just cries, but sobs. I'm sure that I'd be a little jealous and possessive if my husband was some huge star with women crawling all over him, but good grief. She was so over the top, that if I knew this chick in real life, I'd call her a psycho and steer clear. Ryan seemed like an okay guy, and while I did want to have a happy ending, I just couldn't bring myself to care all that much. While I suppose romance novels typically are predictable, that's usually what I love about them. I always know there will be a happy ending. But Line of Scrimmage took it so far as to be cheesily predictable. It seemed as if this book used almost every cliche known to romance. I'm going to stop now, because I hate when reviewers go on and on about how they dislike a book. I didn't hate this one, which is why I gave it two stars. I just kept thinking that since I knew exactly what the next page/chapter was about, I had so much more that I could be reading.
