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.
This was technically the first full length book that I have read by Sara Ney. I am a huge sports romance fan so I knew I would really like Sara Ney’s books!
Let me start by saying that I really liked this book. The main thing that I had a problem with was that I did not feel like the story was fully fleshed out since we only see the characters on certain days of the week. I felt I was missing a lot of background information on both of the characters and what their daily lives looked like. However, I still really loved the heroine and the hero in this book because this book was really focused on them as people. We got to know them in an organic fashion where they slowly became friends before anything else really happened. I did love that aspect of it. The author spent a lot of time on the true story of how Rowdy and Scarlett met and fell in love.
Scarlett came off as a complete ding dong in the beginning, but I kept reading because I knew it was only going to get better. Scarlett is a sweet, sexy, yet innocent heroine who is loyal and does not care if she is inconveniencing people in the face of doing what is right. I loved her passion and her willingness to stand up for what is right.
Rowdy was the hot shot captain of the baseball team who was tired of the same ole same ole. He was tired of partying every night and being treated like a piece of meat by the cleat chasers. He was not expecting to really like the girl behind the ugly sweater he was forced to babysit after she “cock blocked” a couple of his teammates. He is sweet and compassionate and so freaking hot.
I am looking forward to what Sara Ney brings out in the next book because I feel like it will only get better! I recommend this book to those who love: sports romance, quirky heroines, and sweet heroes.
Overall Rating: 3.5/5 Stars!
Over the last year, I’ve slowly being reading through Sara’s Douchebag series and I love them. She’s probably one of my favorite NA romantic comedy authors, and Jock Row solidified that for me. One of the things I loved about Jock Row was the formatting of the story. It was told over the course of several Friday’s, alternating between both Scarlett and Rowdy’s point of view. It was unique, flowed well, and a delight to read. Not only that, it really allowed us to focus on these two characters falling in love. We were there for every part of their story, and I loved that. There’s was a bit of a slow burn too which I found to be delightful.
Characterwise, Scarlett our heroine, came off so weird and ridiculous in the first chapter that it took me a while to really warm up to her. Initially, all I felt for was embarrassment, like when you watch a move and the character is so awkward and cringeworthy you almost have to shut it off. But I pushed through, and once we were through those first few painful minutes, I actually really grew to like Scarlett. She was simply naive to the whole baseball world, which is one of the main things that Rowdy likes about her. It was fun to see to see her grow through the book, and how each Friday she grew just a little braver.
Oh and then we have Rowdy. I have loved every hero that Sara has written, but for me Rowdy takes the cake. He was an absolutely perfect hero for me. He was sweet, cute, and saw past Scarlett’s big bulky sweaters, and awkwardness to truly fall in love with her. He was also funny, and his inner dialogue was spot on. Plus he was continually willing to sit out in the cold to get to know Scarlett, and let the relationship grow and bloom.
Overall, I cannot wait to see what other treasures Ney has in store for us in this series. Jock Row was just an utter delight of an NA sports romance, and I can’t wait for more!
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.”
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.