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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.





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.”



Jock Row (Jock Hard, #1)Jock Row by Sara Ney
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

4 out of 5 ‘No muss, no fuss’ Stars

This is actually the first title I’ve ever read from Sara Ney and even though I felt like this was more YA, I really enjoyed it.

Scarlett was a little hard for me to like in the beginning, which makes getting into a story pretty difficult. She was kinda the ‘Debby Downer’ in the small group of friends she had. At a college party and all she could do was point out everything that was lame or correcting every ones facts to make sure everyone was on the straight and narrow…..like the jocks and their lame pick up lines. And even though she was just trying to protect her friends from these lame-o jocks, it came off kinda like she was a goody two shoes or stuck up. And I guess she was in a way. Scarlett wasn’t a big drinker and wasn’t a big partier. Kind of like an old soul. She liked being at home and doing the right thing. Didn’t sleep around or have any boyfriends in general. There is nothing wrong with any of these attributes……I just wasn’t expecting this from the main character and it took some getting used to.

“Rowdy” Wade was the captain of the baseball team; charged with keeping the peace in the house that the baseball team lived in. He meets Scarlett the first night when she and her friends are at a party at the baseball house and some of the team players think that Scarlett is blocking their attempts at her friends and ask her to be kicked out. “Rowdy” is tasked with this duty. I liked “Rowdy.” I thought he was sweet and caring and considerate and a little cocky but not ashamed of that fact. I could definitely see his POV. He’s lived the crazy single star baseball player life for the first two years at college and is tired of the one night stands and meaningless relationships. I liked that the two of them were acting like teenagers with raging case of lust. A lot of angsty moments. “Rowdy” took things slow and respected Scarlett’s boundaries. The only thing I didn’t like about “Rowdy” was his nickname: Rowdy. Unless I totally missed it, I don’t really know how he got that nickname and his real name was waaaaaaay better than his nickname. His real name was Sterling. So sexy. I was sad they didn’t use that instead of “Rowdy.” But whatevs it didn’t totally kill it for me, I just personally didn’t care for the name.

The entire story had a definite YA vibe. It was a no muss, no fuss kinda story. No real drama. No overwhelming qualities. Just a straight good story with a HEA. Now I’m curious about other titles from Sara Ney.

Happy Reading!!
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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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