Scarlett is always the sensible one: The sober driver. The planner. The one holding your hair back while you’re worshiping the porcelain gods.
Week-after-week, she visits Jock Row with her friends—the universities hottest party scene and breeding ground for student athletes. And if keeping her friends out of trouble, and guys out of their pants, was a sport, she’d be the star athlete.
Being a well known jock-blocker gets her noticed for all the wrong reasons; just like that, she’s banned from Jock Row. NO GUY WANTS A GIRL AROUND WHO KEEPS THEIR JOCK FRIENDS FROM GETTING LAID.
“Rowdy” Wade is the hot shot short-stop for the university’s baseball team—and the unlucky bastard who drew the short straw: keep little Miss Goody Two-Shoes out of the Baseball House.
But week-after-week Scarlett returns, determined to get inside.
FOUR POINT FIVE STARS
NEVER HAVE I EVER read a book with a fun ‘meet-cute.’
Rowdy, captain of his college baseball team, has been designated to get rid of the girl at the party that is cockblocking his teammates. Scarlett may be banished to the porch during the party but she doesn’t let that stop her from ”annoying” Rowdy.
NEVER HAVE I EVER been a fan of frenemies tropes.
Friends to lovers tropes are fun to read because they usually have a lot of fun bantering going on between the two main characters. And this book delivers in that department. Scarlett challenges Rowdy and his friends on why she’s getting kicked out of the party.
NEVER HAVE I EVER played drinking games without alcohol.
To past time while Scarlett waited for her friends who were still welcomed at the party, Scarlett and Rowdy pass the time with drinking games sans alcohol. It turned out to be a great way to figure out each others likes and dislikes.
NEVER HAVE I EVER related to a character in a book.
Rowdy’s mom was great. When he told Scarlett about how he told his parents about her and his mom spent an hour InstaGram stalking her, I laughed out loud because whenever my teens tell me they’re dating someone I check that person’s social media accounts. My kids find it weird but I want to know who they’re hanging out with.
JOCK ROW is the first book in the series in Jock Hard series. It is a standalone book set in Iowa. A college romance told in dual POVs. For sports romance fans you won’t want to miss out on this fun love story. I’m looking forward more books in this series. Ms. Ney has a great way of writing sports romance.
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Jesus Christ, she has a dimple in her damn cheek.
I’m a sucker for those.
She shoots me a tentative smile, ass parked on the stoop, back propped against the wooden siding of the house.
It’s obvious that she’s blushing by the way she ducks her head, glancing down at the floor, the soft glow from the two busted lamps illuminate the crown of her head.
The porch lights are busted and rusty, needing their bulbs changed, one flickering—the other just about to burn out. It makes the entire place look like a goddamn Halloween fun-house, casting a weird glow on the girl’s smooth, pale skin.
And her pretty dimple.
Stop staring at it, dipshit.
I cast my glance at her outfit, doing my best to analyze her under the dim lights; she must have been sweaty inside the house; I got a good look at her before convincing her to follow me, but still study her as if seeing her for the first time.
Both of her boots are tucked under her legs, and she sits, cross-legged on the ground. Blows out a frustrated puff of air that translates into a billowing stream of steam.
“So.” She wraps her puffed sleeved arms around her knees, hugging them tight. Shivers. “Now what?”
Her prim ponytail is jaunty, bobbing when she tilts her head to gaze over at me.
“Now I babysit you.”
“Lovely. We can bond.”
I position my large body against the railing, giving it a gentle shake to make sure it’s sturdy before supporting all my weight on it. It’s solid and secure and is going to get real uncomfortable real fucking fast if I have to stand here all night.
The girl raises her brows at me. They appear black in this light; full and arched expertly. “Have you babysat anyone before?”
“No one I managed to keep alive,” I joke. “A few cousins my parents forced me to watch a few times; never would feed them but would occasionally throw out a dog bone so they wouldn’t get hungry.”
She smiles, dimple denting the smooth right side of her face. “Is that what you have planned for me?”
I raise my empty hands. “I’m fresh out of Scooby snacks. Guess we’ll both have to starve.”
“Sorry you have to sit out here.”
“Really?” I sound hopeful. “No one is forcing you to sit out here.”
Her light laugh is quiet. “Fine. I guess I’m not that sorry.” She bites down on her lower lip. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying your discomfort—just a little bit.”
Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.
She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.