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.
Sometimes we find ourselves in some places we never thought
we would be, like a front porch being babysat by a sexy baseball player because
you aren’t allowed into a party. Sometimes Fridays begin to mean more than a
day of the week or the beginning of the weekend, they start a connection, a
feeling, a want that can’t be explained. I am sure you are asking what the hell
I mean but when you read Jock Row you
will understand and you will fall in love with Rowdy and Scarlett just like I
Rowdy is the captain of the baseball team and well while he
may not have full douchebag status he comes close at first. Slowly though, you
begin to see the real Rowdy, the one that had me swooning more than once, the
one that I wanted for my own, the one that is sexy and sweet. If you don’t love
Rowdy by the time you end Jock Row,
well then you have something wrong with you because he is impossible to not
Scarlett may have been nicknamed the cockblocker by the
baseball team but before you judge her get to know her. I loved her tenacity when
it came to returning to the baseball house to try to convince Rowdy to let her
in. She was smart and sassy and funny and a character that I really loved. Will
she ever be let in to the party, will she ever get passed Rowdy or will
something more happen? Duh you have to read Jock
Row to find out.
I am already in love with this new series by Sara Ney, I
love sports romances and she knows how to make you laugh and love the
characters no matter what. Jock Row
is a must read and I can’t wait for what she brings us next.
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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.”