JOCK HARD SERIES – Book 1
By Sara Ney
Release Day – May 3
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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A cute and witty college romance. Jock Row is a college romance with some sports aspects. I really wanted to rate this novel higher because I really enjoyed the story and got sucked into it. The reason I didn’t was because I felt the story was missing some important aspects. I cannot give away too much, but I feel
I liked the plot of this book. I knew from the very beginning I was going to enjoy the ride. While sports are mentioned, it is not a huge focal point of the novel. With that being said, I wish there was more of the sports aspect to feel more like sports romance instead of just a college romance.
Scarlett is my new favorite character. I liked her from the very beginning. I loved that she is feisty and intelligent and not afraid to show it. She is also stubborn and loyal. I absolutely love this about her. Rowdy is a wonderful character as well. I love that he is not what he seems. He has many layers to him and I loved reading them.
The heat in this book is top notch. The chemistry is off the charts from the very beginning. I love that this book isn’t just sex all the time. Instead, the author creates a slow burn by letting us invest in the characters as they invest in each other. This is the best kind of heat to me.
The writing style in this book was okay. The pace of the book was steady. It was a good story. With that being said, the writing style is where I found the most issues. Living in Florida, I found a couple inconsistencies with her describing Rowdy’s background. I also found a couple of times I was confused as to who said what in certain sections. Lastly, I felt like there was something missing which made this book good instead of amazing.
In conclusion, this was a good book. I enjoyed the story and the characters. I couldn’t rate it higher because of the small issues I found with the book. I would still recommend the book to others who I thought would enjoy it. This book isn’t just for sports lovers. This would be a good book for anyone who likes college romances.
Writing Style: 3/5
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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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.
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
“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.”