Jock Row by Sara Ney….Blog Tour & Review

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.

ADD TO GOODREADS

Jock Row is the start of Sara’s next series. I have found myself loving sport romances more and more when they are written from the right authors.

I was a bit surprised with this book by how things panned out between Scarlett and Rowdy; and that’s not a bad thing either. Rowdy was way more sensitive and endearing than I expected him to be, especially right from the beginning. He was the surprise in this book for me.

Scarlett has no problems in telling people how it is – she’s not a bitch about it, but she doesn’t sugar things. When she is kicked out of a house on Jock Row because the guys take her wrong, Rowdy is picked to the be one to assist her out the door. What Rowdy doesn’t expect from this bland looking girl is her whit and saucy banter. An unexpected friendship starts.

Rowdy really surprised me. I was expecting him to be more like his jockhole twit friends and be all cocky about things. And he’s cocky, but for the right reasons and comes across as confident than cocky. The night he is chosen to escort Scarlett from the party, he is enthralled by her quick comebacks and refusal to just leave without her friends. She piques his interest like no one has before.

Jock Row is definitely a slow burn romance and it is so sweet. I enjoyed watching Rowdy and Scarlett go from friends to lovers and learning about each other along the way. Since I was expecting Rowdy to be so sweet, I did feel a bit let down that there wasn’t any asshole moments from him, but at the same time, I am glad that Sara did not go down that alley and kept me on my toes with Rowdy.

A great start to the series and I am looking forward to the next book.

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.”

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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