Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Jock Row by Sara Ney: Review & Excerpt Tour


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.

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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.”

“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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Michelle's Review:

Have you ever read a book where the couples' dynamic is so magical you get butterflies, you feel like a giddy, giggly young girl again, and you get more than a few great ideas for role playing scenarios for use in your own personal life? I have. I do have to admit though, that these books are often way too few and far between for my liking. Since books like this are so hard to find, let me go ahead and save you a good deal of time and effort and just say, read Jock Row! Jock Row is sweet and fun, absolutely addicting and totally hilarious, and everything you could want in the perfect sports/friends-to-lovers/new adult romance. It will make you laugh and sigh contentedly all while yearning for everything from a friendship like Rowdy and Scarlett's to a rock hard jock bod to keep you warm at night.

The tension in this book! It is agonizing and energizing and exciting and hot and heart-palpitating and brutally wonderful. One minute you want to savor those sweet first feelings and attraction and the next you want to pull your hair out and scream, "Just get it on already!" So deliciously painful it takes you back to all of your first experiences complete with the uncertainty of new romance, the insecurity of inexperience, and the exhilaration of it all.

With no games and virtually no drama, this book is as low-angst as it gets leaving you in a lighter, better mood with a serious case of the warm and fuzzies. And then there's Rowdy. Holy Swoon! Talk about a warm feeling spreading over your body while reading. This team captain is sure to heat you up in more than a few precise places. A super hot baseball superstar with a delightfully dirty mouth and some serious charm, boys like Mr. Wade don't come around often, and this one is sure to turn you into a silly, hormonal, puddle of drool.

So cute, so fun, so witty, and enthralling, Jock Row is one of those books that just makes you feel happy-go-lucky, flirty, and free. The humor and banter is sure to keep a goofy smile on your face the whole way through. If you're a Sara Ney fan, you are guaranteed to be far from disappointed as it is everything we know and love from this author with a nice little innocent twist. If you've never read a Sara Ney book before, I can't think of a more perfect place to start!

*complimentary copy provided by author for an honest review

Rating: 5 Stars

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