This was a deliciously character driven story and I think that’s what I enjoyed most about it. When Rowdy is picked to kick Scarlett out of a party on Jock Row for being a bit of a cockblock to his friends, the last thing he expects is the immediate connection he forms with a girl wearing a bulky sweater and a mischievous grin. What starts as an unlikely friendship full of banter and laughs, soon begins to develop into something much deeper. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed the sizzling slow burn of their romance. We get the ball rolling *giggles* (sorry couldn’t help myself) with the story of Rowdy and Scarlett. Jock Row introduces another New Adult sports series from Sara Ney, this time about baseball. Stayed up WAY past my bedtime to finish, and I don’t even care because it was SO FREAKING CUTE!! Such a fun start to what looks to be another addicting series from one of my favorite authors. I play hard and jock harder, and these little games I’ve started with her? I’m playing to win. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying your discomfort-just a little bit.” I guess I’m not that sorry.” She bites down on her lower lip. She smiles, dimple denting the smooth right side of her face. “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.” “No one I managed to keep alive,” I joke. They appear black in this light full and arched expertly.

It’s solid and secure and is going to get real uncomfortable real fucking fast if I have to stand here all night. 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. Her prim ponytail is jaunty, bobbing when she tilts her head to gaze over at me. “So.” She wraps her puffed sleeved arms around her knees, hugging them tight. Blows out a frustrated puff of air that translates into a billowing stream of steam. 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.īoth of her boots are tucked under her legs, and she sits, cross-legged on the ground. It makes the entire place look like a goddamn Halloween fun-house, casting a weird glow on the girl’s smooth, pale skin. The porch lights are busted and rusty, needing their bulbs changed, one flickering-the other just about to burn out. 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. She shoots me a tentative smile, ass parked on the stoop, back propped against the wooden siding of the house. Jesus Christ, she has a dimple in her damn cheek.I’m a sucker for those.

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