Jock Row by Sara Ney | Review + Excerpt


Publisher: self-pubbed
Release Date: May 3, 2018 (out now!)
Source of my copy: author/InkslingerPR
Series: Jock Hard #1
My Rating:

Synopsis
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 university's 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.



After reading and loving Sara Ney's How to Date a Douchebag series (well, except for The Studying Hours for reasons) of course I was dying to get my hands on Jock Row, book one in her new new adult series. 

Sara Ney is now one of my go-to authors for funny, swoony, sexy new adult romance because Jock Row was everything I love to read in my new adult books.

Jock Row follows Scarlett, our good girl jock blocker, and Rowdy, the captain of the baseball team. As the leader, Rowdy was tasked in removing Scarlett from the premises because she's cockblocking all of his friends. What began as an awkward meet-cute to say the least, Scarlett and Rowdy slowly form a friendship and then something more. My favorite thing in this book are the conversations and the back and forth banter the two of them had going on. They were so cute and I swooned over their slow burn romance.

I love the humor, and the sizzling chemistry between Scarlett and Rowdy that leaps off the page. It was really easy to get into the story too--I really enjoy Sara's writing style and her signature humor. She can also write a male POV like nobody's business. Whenever I'm in Rowdy's sections, I believe that I'm reading the thoughts of a hotshot college jock--it's hilarious! 

Sara Ney just gets better and better each book, and I cannot wait to read more in the series. If you like fun, romantic, swoony, and humorous new adult romances with heart, I recommend giving Jock Row a try. 



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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