Blog Tour: Jock Row (Jock Hard #1) by Sara Ney


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Synopsis:

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.

Review:

Jock Row was a fun read. I wasn't sure at first that it would be a new favorite from this author, but I should hae known I wold love it!

Scarlette is...well she is a bit of a buzzkill at the athlete's party. She came with some of her friends who are trying to hook up with said athletes, but Scarlette is hot and cranky and just not having much fun. So she tries to ruin her friends fun for some reason, not necessarily on purpose, but she does anyway. And she didn't really understand why anyone would be upset by the things she was saying and doing. Because...I am not sure why. So she gets kicked out of the party, but she can't leave without her friends. So she is stuck on the porch with mister tall, buff, and extremely hot. And even then she doesn't understand why she can't go back in and be a buzzkill some more. At first I didn't get Scarlett. I didn't like her very much. I mean sure the guys her friends were hitting on were kind of douchebags, but if her friends are into that then why not? But the more I read about Scarlett, the more I got to know her, the more I loved her. She is kind of awesome and doesn't care what anyone else thinks. And she has some wicked comebacks. I wish I could think on my feet as well as she does.

Rowdy is the one who drew the short straw and had to escort Scarlett out of the party. Scarlett who is so adorable. Scarlett who after that first night he can't stop thinking about. I loved Rowdy. Like loved him so so much. He was amazing. He is honest and says what he means. There are no games (except the ones they both agree to play). He likes Scarlett so he wants to spend more time with her. Sure when he first got to school he did the whole party and hook up with random women thing, but it got old pretty quick. He is a genuinely nice guy. Who was adorable.

Rowdy and Scarlett were awesome together. They are definitely slow to get together, but once they do - phew! They were hot! If you like this author already I can't imagine you won't love this story as well. If this is a new to you author this is a great place to start! Rowdy & Scarlett forever!

*Note: I received a free copy of this book for voluntary review consideration

Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★1/2


Excerpt:

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.”

“Gee, thanks.”

About the Author:

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. 

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