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Blurb

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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Review

5 fun-loving stars!

OMG, I love this book! A sweet, easy and sexy romance that is laugh-out-loud funny and so much fun! It’s the beginning of Sara Ney’s new series, Jock Hard, and she totally nailed it!

Set in the same Iowa College as her How to Date a Douchebag series, this series stands independently of the D-bag books, and switches over to the activities of Jock Row, the street where the elite sports stars of the college live and party.

This book brings us the story of Scarlett – the least likely person to come into this world. She is quirky and a bit of a nerd, but absolutely confident in herself and who she is and I freaking love her! She’s smart and witty with a fantastic sense of humor, and she had me giggling pretty much instantly.

“Nerd alert!” I tease, pointing a finger at myself, “I just bought a new book, and I’ve been waiting for it to release for nine months – nine! That’s a damn eternity in romance novel years. You’re lucky I dragged myself off the couch.”

Scarlett is being dragged to a party at the baseball house one night by her ‘cleat-chasing’ girlfriends. She’s not interested in parties, she doesn’t want to be there, and she makes a general nuisance of herself by calling out the boys on their primping and lying, shooting down their tired pick-up lines, and getting in the way of their potential hook-ups.

“So, it turns out you were right about the sweater,” I give Tessa a bump with my hip. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m ready to get going.”
Everyone stares.
“I’m hot and itchy, but thank God it’s not a rash, ha ha.” I’m the only one who laughs.
Ben, the guy wearing a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes and a baseball cap I want to knock off his head, points a finger in my direction. “Are you for real?”
“You have no idea how hot this shirt is, buddy,” I pull a long face, emphasizing my plight. Hold up my hands in mock defeat. “We’ve been here a few hours, and I wouldn’t hate it if we left. That’s all I’m saying.”

The boys of the baseball team immediately label her as a “Cock Blocker”, and they go to their beloved captain to escort her out of the house and keep her from getting back in.

“You’re kind of an asshole.” My conviction is weak – so weak – and more wishful thinking that anything.
“You were disturbing the peace – the natural order of things, if you will – and I’ve been tasked with escorting you from the premises. Don’t shoot the messenger.”

And so, Scarlett meets Rowdy.

What the hell could he possibly want?
And why is he so damn handsome?

OMG, I love Rowdy! Sterling ‘Rowdy’ Wade is a star baseball player. Tall, gorgeous, infinitely sexy and overly confident – but in a charming way – he’s a good guy with a huge heart, and even though he’s barring her from re-entering the house, he isn’t about to leave Scarlett out in the cold by herself. So he takes her to the porch and hangs with her, and the two of them engage in some of the best bantering I’ve read in a while.

“Remind me again why I followed you out here?”
… “Don’t beat yourself up about it – any one of those girls would have followed me out here, too.”
Oh brother, he’s modest too? “And why do you suppose that is?”
His broad shoulders shrug and damn, he must be freezing his ass off. “Captain of the baseball team. Handsome as fuck. Funny as hell.”
“I don’t…wow. I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
He gives me a tight-lipped smile. “It’s a lot to take in all at once.”

Scarlett and Rowdy just ‘click’. They banter, they tease, they laugh and they play stupid games, and their evening together on the porch surprises them both when they both start to feel a flicker of attraction to each other. So the next week when Scarlett’s friends return to the house for a party, she tags along again to see Rowdy… and the next week… and the next. And he’s always waiting for her. And as their friendship develops, their attraction continues to grow, and OMG, the chemistry is sensational!

Written in dual POV, we get to see every hot and hilarious moment of Scarlett and Rowdy falling for each other, and this book is just scene after the scene of the two of them together playing, laughing, teasing, texting and flirting and it is romantic comedy GOLD! They are completely open with each other and there is no stupid behaviour from either of them. I revelled in every moment of them together and fell right alongside them as their feels become too much to ignore, and the emotion blends wonderfully with the sizzling sexual tension to create a believable, loveable and completely engaging love story that I could not put down.

I dig into my Chinese food with my fork, pretending not to listen – but if I were a GIF, I’d be the Michael Jackson eating popcorn in a movie theatre one, so engrossed am I.

Yep!

I love romances like this and Sara Ney has done such a great job with this story. I read this book in one night, absolutely enthralled, laughing frequently and falling in mad love with both of these characters. It’s sweet, easy and fun with no drama, and a beautiful love story that is emotional, sexy and full of chemistry. I can’t wait for more from this series.

5 stars!

An Advanced Review Copy was generously provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.

 

Jock Hard

 

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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.  She 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.”

 

 

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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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