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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 85535 (not accurate)
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From USA TODAY Bestselling Author Sara Ney comes the last book in the #JockHard sports RomCom series, Jock Romeo. HE IS THIS STORIES LEAST LIKELY ROMEO. Roman Whitaker is every girl’s best friend. An easy going nice guy, Rome is brilliant, and funny. At the age of twenty-two, he’s moving out of his parents’ house for the first time and into off-campus housing with two complete strangers. No more Mister “Playing it Safe.” Rome may be wicked smart, but math and science will only get him so far, and they certainly won’t land him a first date with the girl of his dreams. For that, he’ll get a little unwanted help from his friends—and meddling family members. YOU NEVER FORGET A FRIENDLY FACE. Lilly Howard is tired of being taken for granted. After breaking up with her philandering boyfriend, she’s giving up guys and learning to love herself again. She’s sick of playing nice. When she bumps into Rome, they become instant friends. When he asks her to be his fake girlfriend to keep his family off his back, she agrees—but only if he’ll return the favor…
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PROLOGUE

LILLY

Go to a house party, they said.

It’ll be fun, they said.

Wrong.

Seems everyone else on campus had the same idea: hit Jock Row on the first Friday back for drinking and merriment and acting like asses.

This is not fun—at least, not in my opinion. There are way too many people here, and I’m starting to feel claustrophobic. Not only that, I have to pee, and the line for the bathroom is insanely long. I’m not a camel—I cannot hold it for days, and I refuse to pee outside in a bush.

There has to be another bathroom somewhere in this massive house. The one beneath the staircase where everyone is lined up is probably just a powder room with a single toilet. My eyes roam the perimeter, scanning for random doors that could lead to relief, but I find none. Nor am I willing to push my way through the dense crowd to the packed kitchen in hopes of finding one—this party is body to body to body, and the closer it gets to midnight, the more people seem to congregate.

This has to be a code violation.

There is a staircase leading to a second story, and I assume it’s probably off limits up there. Private bedrooms and all that. So that’s the direction I go, shouldering my way through the throng until I reach the wooden stairs, eyes focused on the dark hall at the top. There’s a door and it’s closed, a white piece of paper taped up with bold black Sharpie letters scrawled across it: DO NOT ENTER.

I decide to enter.

After all, I’m a girl with a goal.

It may be a short-term one involving a toilet, but at least I have my sights set on something other than being drunk, yeah?

I turn the doorknob and push through, stepping up into the second level, making sure to close it behind me. It’s not as noisy up here but still not exactly quiet, the sounds of people and music finding their way in.

There is a bathroom straight ahead.

Bingo.

I make a beeline for it, sighing with relief as I lock its door, pushing down my jeans and plopping down onto the cool porcelain.

“Ahh.”

I haven’t even had that much to drink—room temperature beer holds no appeal for me tonight, but I didn’t want to sit at home in the dorm rooms on my first official Friday in college.

I’m a freshman!

In college.

Not only that, I made the university’s cheerleading team and have added that to my list of accomplishments this year, too. Wasn’t sure I’d make it; I was so damn nervous during my tryouts I almost biffed it during the basket toss, one of the most basic stunts. Cheerleading 101.

A few of my teammates convinced me to come out tonight. I’m a social person in general—you kind of have to be when you’re a cheerleader, jumping and dancing in front of thousands upon thousands of screaming, shouting fans at a football game—but every so often all I want to do is snuggle up with a good book on the beanbag chair. I brought it with me to college and it’s in my dorm room parked in front of the small television set that rests on a chest of drawers.

Built-in desk.

Metal bunk beds.

My roommate hasn’t arrived at school yet, but I know her name is Allison and she is bringing the microwave—and I suppose that’s another one of the reasons I came out tonight: I’m too nervous to be in the room when she finally arrives.

Classes start Monday.

Practice began two weeks ago.

The first game is Sunday.

I let out a loud sigh as I pee in the toilet of the baseball house, looking myself over in the mirror directly across from it. My dark blonde hair that’s lost its curl because of the humidity outside on the walk over. My big brown eyes, lashes coated in mascara that’s sure to smudge by the time we finally leave. The big, gold hoop earrings.

There’s a sound outside the bathroom door and I hold still, rigidly frozen on the pot, guilty of being a stowaway on a floor the residents of this house didn’t want anyone to come to.

Shit.

What if someone tries the door to get in and finds it’s locked?

I frantically wipe and flush, washing my hands before pressing my ear to the door and listening for footsteps.

Or voices.

All I hear is the music and noise from down below, muffled but loud.

With bated breath, I turn the lock then twist the doorknob, inching the door open and peering through the small gap. Shoulder my way through and tiptoe back down the hall toward the stairway, pulling open the door at the top so I can disappear back into the merriment below.

There’s someone at the top of the steps, and he’s sitting.

I know this because I literally crash into him when I put my foot out to descend, followed by an “Oof!” and a profuse apology.

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Advertisement Jock Reign (Jock Hard #5) Read Online Sara Ney http://www.books2020.com/jock-reign-jock-hard-5-read-online-sara-ney Tue, 05 Oct 2021 20:22:41 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/jock-reign-jock-hard-5-read-online-sara-ney Genre: College, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Romance, Sports Authors: Sara Ney Series: Jock Hard Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 98
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IT’S NOT EASY LIVING IN YOUR BROTHERS SHADOW. Jack Dryden-Jones is easily the worst rugby player on the field—when he moves to The States to follow in his brothers footsteps, he has no idea how he’d hate the game. He’s so horrible he considers faking an injury to take himself out of the game. Jack is a quick-witted, comic book loving gentleman—not an athlete. DO NOT DATE YOUR ROOMMATES CRUSH. When her roommate brings home a random stranger, Eliza is shocked when he makes himself at home; he’s strapping, strong and watching a movie at the end of her couch as if he belongs there. It makes her uncomfortable in the best way possible. But if there is one thing she believes in, it’s GIRL CODE: No girl may date her friend's ex, past crush, or guys who have humiliated/used her. And she most certainly may not date any guy her friend currently fancies... DO SO AT YOUR OWN RISK. Jack and Eliza are two of the good ones—it’s going to take a miracle to keep them apart.
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One

Jack

Things I’ve done in the past month that aren’t characteristically me:

Broken up with my long-time girlfriend, Caroline, to whom everyone thought I would propose.

Decided to go back to Uni instead of taking a gap year.

Oh, and did I mention packing up my belongings, putting them in storage, subletting the flat my parents were financing, and moving halfway around the world?

Yeah. I did all that.

I don’t regret breaking things off with Caroline—it was a long time coming and something I’ve wanted for ages; I just didn’t have the motivation to actually do it.

She was bossy, prissy, and controlling, and our relationship had turned into a stressful, not fun, sexless partnership. Sure, we looked great standing beside each other, but behind closed doors was a different story.

I couldn’t be myself, wasn’t happy, and I certainly didn’t want to be the person I was becoming when I was with her:

A miserable sod.

Welp. It’s not an issue anymore because not only are we finished, she can’t drop in on me unexpectedly to try to change my mind.

Those days are over.

No amount of groveling or the promise of hot sex could make me stay with Caroline, who was only with me because of my last name and the desire to make it her own.

Hot sex?

Since when?

Caroline hated sex in most forms, ergo we rarely had it, unless of course it was a special occasion, like my birthday or Trooping the Colour, a day she loved celebrating.

Blasted Caroline—she’s in my back mirror now, and I’m happy for it.

I’ve been in the States a few weeks already and love it.

Love the food, utterly delicious and unhealthy.

I bloody love the students and the professors and this college town that is huge but small with its diverse population; plenty to do and see and eat.

Plenty of parties on the weekend.

I’m front and center at a party currently, a fall party at the rugby house—a sport they won’t start playing until spring but still practice for at the indoor facility. I’ve always been shit at the game, but the lads here are determined to recruit me.

My brother Ashley played here, and they want me to play as well.

I might look like my brother and be as big as my brother—but I do not play rugby like my brother.

Never quite had the opportunity to get good, another pitfall of my relationship with Caroline—she never wanted a boyfriend who was banged up or cracked in the knob. Zero tolerance for injuries or the time practices took up; she wanted it all for herself.

Therefore, I’m mostly shite at sports.

It’s not for lack of desire to play, but mostly for hesitating out of embarrassment—my new mates don’t need to find out any sooner than they have to that I’m crap.

Practice begins tomorrow, and I’m dragging my feet.

Studying up.

Watching videos online and reading the rules, learning them, or at least trying to.

Whatever.

I do what I bloody have to; I need a group of close mates while I’m here—they’ve had my back since the day I landed in the States, and I’m not going to fuck this up by royally sucking.

I lift a cup of beer to my mouth, sipping at the foam.

Chug with a grimace.

It’s not a Guinness or a Stella, but it will do—this isn’t a social with highborn bluebloods.

“Hey Jackie, ready for the big day tomorrow? Feels a lot like the first day of school, huh?” One of the guys on the rugby team claps a hand on my shoulder and gives it a commiserating squeeze.

“Can’t wait,” I lie, ball forming in the pit of my stomach.

“The guys and I were talking about how excited we are to see Ashley Jones’ bro in action. So fucking pumped, dude.”

It’s Dryden-Jones, not Jones, but that’s neither here nor there.

“We’re going to kill it this season.” He raises his hand so I can high-five him, and I do, albeit weakly.

“Lower your expectations.” I laugh.

“Come on, don’t be modest…” he teases, oblivious to the anxiety raging inside my body.

“Mate, I’m not being modest.” I push out another laugh. “I wouldn’t know a scrum from a hole in my arse.”

Phillip laughs loudly and exuberantly as a few girls walk up, blonde and basic and smiling, teeth white against their spray-tanned skin. Probably wearing extensions. Fake lashes.

Big tits.

The usual type that hangs out at these parties.

I’ve been to parties before, sure, but nothing like this.

I spent years doing the “London Underground” thing—secret parties and dance clubs fueled by and for the rich and famous.

The offspring of them, too.

Those nights were fun but contrived.

Drunken but stale. Same old same old.

Vapid.

Predictable.

Not that these Uni parties aren’t. There is absolutely nothing glamorous about a small, dilapidated house that is desperate for a renovation, crammed full of people and only swinging one beverage.

Beer.

Cheap, foamy beer at a makeshift bar fashioned out of plywood, tended by members of the rugby team.

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Advertisement Jock Royal (Jock Hard #4) Read Online Sara Ney http://www.books2020.com/jock-royal-jock-hard-4-read-online-sara-ney Fri, 25 Jun 2021 21:55:13 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/jock-royal-jock-hard-4-read-online-sara-ney Genre: Romance, Sports Authors: Sara Ney Series: Jock Hard Series by Sara Ney
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IT’S EASY TO TAKE ONE DARE WHEN YOU THINK IT’S HARMLESS. Ashley Dryden-Jones is the best rugby player on the field—when I take a dare I instantly regret, I had no way of knowing he was a gentleman. An athlete. British with no plans to stay in the States. He makes me forget myself, bruises, 5 o’clock shadow, accent and all. He makes me forget I cannot crawl into bed with him at night—or get drunk and throw caution to the wind for once in my overly cautious life. Because he’s my new roommate. ONE STUPID BET LEADS TO ONE UNFORGETTABLE NIGHT. When I win a trip to Vegas I need a plus one; he’s the strapping, strong and responsible choice. Besides—I’ve never been anywhere and he has. He is the best friend I didn’t know I needed. Ashley is one of the good ones—but I’m about to find out how bad this good boy can be.
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One

Georgia

Being the new girl is never easy—even when you’re twenty-one and in college, in the final year of school. Months from earning a degree but having it all snatched away when your university cuts funding for your sport.

And therefore your scholarship.

So, I did what any self-respecting young woman would do: packed up my bags and moved from the south to the Midwest, all to attend a university that could—and did—offer me the financial aid that would keep me on the road to earning my degree.

Barely.

But still—every bit helps, yeah?

Which is why I’m standing outside a shitty-looking, dilapidated fraternity house on a Friday night, staring dubiously at the front door.

“Why am I doing this again?”

“It’s part of the initiation,” one of the members of the track team tells me.

Oh.

Right.

I cock one eyebrow. “You mean hazing?”

“Shh.” A few of them hush me, hissing out on the sidewalk as we stand around while they prep me.

“You can’t go saying that word out loud!” Veronica—Ronnie, they call her—explains with a hiss.

“Why? Because it’s bad luck, or because it’s true?”

Hazing on university campuses is against the nationwide student code of conduct among sororities, fraternities, and unquestionably athletic organizations.

“It’s just fun. We want you to get to know people since you’re new—and what better way than at a party?”

If that were the case—if they actually wanted to introduce me to people—there are a million better ways to go about it. They would let me go inside and mingle like a normal person instead of going in to pull a childish prank like the one they want me to participate in tonight. I’m already embarrassed and I haven’t even walked through the doors yet.

“Wow. So like, I’m going inside to meet the welcoming committee?”

It’s clear they don’t appreciate my sarcasm or my sense of humor, nor my impression of an airheaded valley girl. Instead of laughing off my comments, Ronnie crosses her arms and huffs.

“No one is forcing you to do this. You can go home.” Her long lean arms—the ones that have been turned golden by the sun—extend, pointing to the street behind us. “We’ll call campus security and they can escort you so you’re not alone.”

Gee. So much for team camaraderie and no man left behind.

We all know I have to do this. They all know I’m on scholarship and cannot jeopardize my spot on the team, not a team like this one. Not this late in the game, not while I’m staring down the nose of only one more semester—I don’t know what strings my father pulled to get me here at this point, but if I lose this chance to have my education paid for…

It’ll take me at least another couple of years to finish.

I’ll have to quit most of my classes and work full-time to pay for the few I’d be able to afford. And those I’d have to take at night.

“I just don’t understand why we’re at a fraternity party. You said it was going to be on Jock Row.” Not Greek Row.

I’m glancing up at the house’s façade, eyes searching and scanning for Greek letters but finding none. Nothing but old, weathered siding that needs to be painted and crooked shutters flanking the front windows.

The girls all laugh.

“This isn’t a frat house, dumb-dumb—it’s the rugby house.”

Rugby house? That’s a new one.

“This is Jock Row, not Fraternity Row.” Chelsea Newbauer chimes in from the back of the pack, hair Texas sky high, glitter eye shadow catching the light from the dim porch lamp.

“And we need you to go inside and find the…” Ronnie hesitates, about to reiterate the rules of the lark they’re playing on me. “The ugliest guy you can find and ask him on a date.”

Why?

WHY.

The whole thing is just. So. Freaking.

MEAN.

“What!” I’ve heard the catch before, but hearing it again is so cringe-inducing I panic. My tone says it all; I’m horrified.

“You’ll live through it.” Tamlin rolls her eyes. “We all had to do it and so can you.”

Okay but…

…but.

Why.

It’s so mean-spirited—not to mention so unethical and just makes me want to curl up in a ball and die. Or puke. Or hide.

So rude.

So embarrassing.

So everything that’s wrong with college these days.

This is how my peers get alcohol poisoning. This is how they end up in hospitals. This is why they do shit they shouldn’t be doing.

Peer pressure.

And here I stand like a turd, debating my options.

I thought my backbone was stiffer than this; I thought I was a leader.

My parents would be so ashamed that I’m stooping to this level to save face and blend in at my new school.

You’re not physically going to hurt anyone, Georgia.

The boy will live. He will walk away unscathed, minus some minor bruising to his ego, probably.

Hopefully.

Besides, they told me he—whoever he is—won’t even know what I’m up to.

Still, I make one last-ditch effort to weasel my way out of the task.

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Advertisement Jock Road Read online Sara Ney (Jock Hard #3) http://www.books2020.com/jock-road-3-read-online-sara-ney Fri, 22 Jun 2018 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/jock-road-3-read-online-sara-ney Genre: College, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Young Adult Authors: Sara Ney Series: Jock Hard Series by Sara Ney
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EAT. SLEEP. FOOTBALL. Those are Jackson Jennings, Jr’s three mantras . His entire life, he’s been a trained athlete with only one end-game: the Pro’s. No girls. No parties. No alcohol. EAT. SLEEP. FOOTBALL. Repeat. Every Friday night, Triple J cruises the strip on campus, bored, lonely and conditioned not to party. But the night he meets Charlotte Edmonds on the side of the road, he wonders if his three mantras will ever be enough. BIG. DUMB. JOCK. Charlie has no time for Jackson’s antics. Not when he’s stealing her food or teases her to no end, making her tingle in all the right places. But if she’s ever going to have a boyfriend, she’d choose one who isn’t a Neanderthal. One with manners and actual time to spend with her. Not a hulking man-child who cruises the strip at night, in his Big. Dumb. Truck.
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First Friday

Charlie

What the actual fu…

The light behind me is so bright I squint, reaching to adjust my rear-view mirror. I turn it this way and that, working it so the headlights blasting my retinas are shining back at the driver, probably blinding them now, too.

Good. Serves them right.

Jerk.

I slow my car to five under the speed limit, conscious of the fact that campus security and police presence have increased since a student was assaulted by a driver of an unmarked cab first semester. More than assaulted—she ended up in the hospital.

I visibly cringe at the thought, tightening my grip on the wheel.

A car passes slowly on my left. Another pulls out in front of me, causing me to jam my foot on the brake. Ten under the speed limit, my fingers drum the steering wheel. Reach to spin the volume dial to the right, just a bit louder—this song is one of my favorites.

Upbeat.

Catchy.

Sexy.

My thoughts stray and land on a conversation I had earlier with my friend Claire about how she’s breaking up with her boyfriend Donnie—Donnie the Douche, as we’ve started calling him behind her back, mostly because the alliteration is fun. A running back on the university’s team, Donnie cannot keep his dick in his pants—or in one girl’s vagina, specifically Claire’s.

She used to forgive him every time and take him back. She’d forgive him for every indiscretion, probably because she’s somewhat a jock chaser and Donnie was headed for the NFL—until he tore his UCL throwing a reverse pass, taking him out for the rest of the season and killing his career.

Poor Claire; she wanted to be a WAG so damn bad.

Now? No way is she willing to tolerate any of his bullshit, not with him forced to finish his business degree and take a job at his uncle’s car dealership.

Football was the only thing the kid had going for him; conversations with him are mind-numbing and decreased my IQ tenfold. Just plain dumb.

I hate to call him a dumb jock, but…

Donnie is a dumb jock.

A small rock hits my windshield, knocking me out of my stupor—I realize I’ve been crawling along this road at barely the legal minimum and totally sober on a Friday night. I sigh when the car ahead of me stops at the light, the glare from their cell phone visible from here.

The driver is checking their damn messages.

Huffing, I glance in my mirror.

There is a truck behind me, easing up so close a body probably wouldn’t fit between the two vehicles.

I inch forward a bit.

The truck inches forward.

“What the hell, dude—back off,” I mutter out loud, irritated.

No—irritated is an understatement.

The annoyance grows when the car in front of me stays put, despite the fact that it’s their turn to go at the four-way stop sign.

Hang a right. Hang a left. Go straight. Something!

“Move!” I shout, smacking the middle of my steering wheel with the palm of my hand. “Oh my god.”

Lights blind me and I blink, seeing stars.

“What the hell, man!”

I hate trucks sometimes—they think they own the road. In the winter, it seems to be worse. Newsflash: just because you’re heads above the rest of us peons who drive cars does not mean you rule the streets. It doesn’t mean you get to be an asshole and blaze past everyone trying to get to their destination in one piece. Especially in the snow.

Rude.

And this jerk behind me? If he was riding my ass any closer, he’d be up my butthole.

In fact…

I bite down on my bottom lip.

It seems like…

I take my foot off the brake, moving a foot. Then another.

The truck mimics my movements.

Weird.

The car ahead of me finally lifts their foot off the brake and inches forward as the glaring set of lights flash behind me.

“Knock it off!” I loudly complain to no one.

Seriously. Knock it off.

But they don’t. The driver of the truck flashes their lights again—this time it’s their brights.

“I swear, if you do that shit one more time…” I threaten, more to myself because I’m becoming irrationally angry.

They do that shit one more time.

This is where the rubber meets the metaphorical road, and I have a choice: I can either calm down and keep going—or I can yank my car into park, get out, and give that reckless ass a piece of my mind.

Always a bit late to the party, my common sense rears its responsible head, and I do nothing but white-knuckle the steering wheel, my pale pink nails filed short, the glitter in my polish catching a bit of light and twinkling.

I admire it despite my ire.

Get a grip, Charlie. Now is not the time. There is a psychopath riding your tail. This never ends well in the movies.

If this were a horror flick, I would put my car in park and make the fatal mistake of exiting my vehicle. I’d stalk over to the truck, probably wouldn’t be able to see the driver because I bet the window tint is opaque. Then I’d get too close, the door would open, and the driver would get out with his chainsaw. Force me to retreat into a nearby alleyway or cornfield. I’d run and run and run until I’m too far from civilization or any hope of help. Then the psycho—probably in a mask—would follow me, hacking everything in his path to pieces.

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Advertisement Switch Bidder Read online Sara Ney (Jock Hard #2.5) http://www.books2020.com/switch-bidder-read-online-sara-ney Wed, 11 Apr 2018 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/switch-bidder-read-online-sara-ney Genre: College, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Young Adult Authors: Sara Ney Series: Jock Hard Series by Sara Ney
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Piper has been crushing on Ryder Williams for years.. What better chance to make her move on him than when he’s sacrificing himself on an auction block for a squealing mass of fans at a charity event? Too bad she’d rather hide in the bathroom than raise her paddel; what girl actually bids on a guy who doesn’t know she exists? Not. Piper. But that's what friends are for... One meddling best friend, and an overpriced bid later, and Ryder Willams is Piper's for the taking. Too bad that she has no intention of collecting on his debt. Too bad Ryder is determined to find out why. Switch Bidder is a SHORT #JockHard Novella, at 10,000 words.
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Chapter One

Piper

“I don’t know why you’re making me do this. You know I don’t want to be here.”

“Because, Piper, we have to get you out of your comfort zone.”

“This isn’t what I had in mind.” I cross my arms stubbornly. “What if you just take me to ride a Ferris wheel—I hate those. Or, we could go touch snakes at the pet store. That would get me out of my comfort zone.”

“Listen to me.” My best friend grabs me by the shoulders and gives me a little shake, staring me hard in the eyes. Shit, she means business. “You’ve been crushing on Ryder Williams for years now. This is your chance to win him—literally. If you win him in this charity auction, he could be in our house, cleaning your floors. It doesn’t get any easier than that.”

“He’s not even in the fraternity—I don’t understand what he’s doing in this auction.”

“They’re raising money for that state-funded reading program, you big book nerd. It’s their philanthropy and I heard they called in favors so they could raise more, all hands on deck and all that.”

My heart melts a little; it’s so nice of him to participate when he’s not even part of the organization having the fundraiser.

Still.

“I can’t afford to bid on Ryder anyway. Do you know how many girls are going to be fighting for him? All of them. It’s going to be a catfight and there’s no way I’d be able to pay what someone like Bethany Wilder could pay.”

“Oh puh-lease.” Mal rolls her eyes. “Let’s not overexaggerate. He’s cute, but he’s not that cute. He’s not going for a thousand dollars—maybe a few hundred, tops.”

She says it so casually—like a few hundred dollars is nothing—that my face actually gets hot.

“It would still cost me more money than I have,” I grumble. Not that I’m going to bid on him.

“That’s why you have me—I have plenty of cash.”

“Don’t you dare—I mean it, Mallory. I’ll kill you if you do anything stupid.” Seriously. I will kill her.

She would do it, too. The girl has the biggest heart, and the biggest checking account to go along with it.

She feigns a yawn, tapping on her mouth with the palm of her dainty hand. “Ye of little faith.”

“You’re right, I have no faith in you. Remember how you promised not to sign me up for the dorm’s white water rafting trip? Then you paid for me to go without telling me? Remember that?”

“You had fun!”

“So? I said I didn’t want you to sign me up!”

“Sometimes your friends know what’s best for you.”

“I was terrified, Mallory. I literally thought I was going to drown. Then there was that time you created a dating profile for me and set me up on a date with that guy Kyle.” I shudder at how horrible the description of me was, and at how many guys swiped right because of it.

“Poor Kyle. He really liked you.”

He didn’t even know me, and he was lucky I showed up for coffee that day because Mallory had to drag me kicking and screaming after I’d found out about the online dating profile.

“My point is,” I lecture my friend, “you have to stop making promises you’re not going to keep.”

She pats me on the arm, which does nothing to soothe my nerves. “Oh relax, would you? This is supposed to be fun! F-U-N. Do you even know what that is anymore?”

Not really. I’ve been so stressed out this semester, I haven’t had time to think about having fun. I’ve studied every available second just to keep my grades up and stay eligible for my scholarships. I never claimed to be a brainiac, but I honestly didn’t think senior year would kick my ass so hard.

“I like to know the fun is coming, not get ambushed with it.”

“Well chill out—I’m here to bid on Jackson Powers, not bamboozle you into bidding on Ryder Williams.” She gestures toward the stage. “Look at him up there, that beautiful, cocky bastard.”

I do look at him. I look at them all.

Lined up on the stage are at least thirty guys, and every single one of them is cocky—and beautiful, if I’m being honest. Some of them are so painfully good-looking I have to avert my eyes.

I go down the line, one at a time, searching for Ryder Williams, the guy I’ve had a painful crush on since freshman year.

Four awkward years.

Unrequited.

Obviously, because we have never even spoken. Why would we when we have nothing in common? Plus, we don’t exactly circulate in the same crowds. I mean, we’ve been at the same parties, but it’s not like our eyes have ever met across the room. It’s not like he’d ever take one look at me and be overcome with desire.

Ryder is an athlete, big and powerful and strong. He’s an outfielder on the baseball team, and I’ve seen him smash into the outfield wall more times than I can count. He tends to limp away, almost always with the ball in his glove.

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Kip Carmichael is no pretty boy. He's a rough. Dirty. Giant. Hair so unruly, and a beard so thick, his friends on the team call him Sasquatch. The first time Sasquatch lays eyes on Theodora "Teddy" Johnson across the keg at a party one night on Jock Row, she'd been relegated to the sidelines by her jock hungry "friends." Week-after-week, he watches beautiful but bashful Teddy getting overshadowed, and overlooked. Sasquatch finally broad shoulders his way through the crowd, offering to to be her hairy godmother. But the minute their eyes meet? He's a goner. Teaching her the RULES for winning a jock will be the easy part. Not falling in love with her is going to be a losing game.
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FIRST FRIDAY

“The Friday where I tell her she’s a giant P word (and I don’t mean Pretty).”

Teddy

“Farmer Ted, can you do my makeup?”

I hate when my friend and roommate, Mariah, calls me Farmer Ted; she does it when she’s trying to get my attention, and it always works.

But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

“Yeah, sure. I can do your makeup.” Of course I can—I always do.

The foundation brush I’m holding between my fingers gets set on the counter, and instead of evening out my own complexion, I pull out a shade of concealer that matches Mariah’s skin. Her skin is tan, thanks to copious amounts of fake bronzer, so I go with something dark, pulling a compact of bronzer from my drawer.

Mariah plops herself in a chair, closes her eyes, and tips her head back, waiting like she’s a celebrity and I’m the stylist who has all the time in the world to work on her face.

I sigh.

If I do her makeup, I’m not going to have time to do mine. That fact doesn’t escape my notice, but apparently it escapes hers.

Either that, or she just doesn’t care.

“I’m thinking smoky eye,” she murmurs, instructing me, not chatty other than to tell me what she wants.

It’s fine; that’s just how Mariah is—how she’s always been.

“With a nude, glossy lip.” She puckers her mouth, smacking her lips. Mariah is beautiful; I don’t know why she feels it necessary to plump her lips and tan her skin and wear extensions.

I watch her watching herself in the mirror, and she glances at me over her shoulder, raising her dark brows. They’re a stark contrast to her light-colored hair—almost too stark, but if I ever mentioned that to her, she’d get defensive.

“Shouldn’t you be hurrying? We don’t have tons of time.”

I wouldn’t call her selfish, but she is a little selfish.

Okay, fine—a lot selfish.

Love her to death, don’t get me wrong, but even after all these years, Mariah Baker has always gotten what she’s wanted, and I’ve always been the person to help her get it.

And right now, she wants me to do her makeup.

You can do this, Teddy. You can do Mariah’s makeup first then crank out a quick blow-dry of your own hair, and once that’s done, maybe even—

Mariah interrupts my musing. “Tessa and Cameron want to meet a little earlier tonight. That’s why we need to rush it. Are you down with that?”

Am I down with that?

I glance at the clock hanging on my bathroom wall, frowning. “When?” I still haven’t done my hair. Or gotten dressed. “What time?”

“Nine. They heard there’s a party at the rugby house.”

Shit. That gives me no time to get myself ready.

“You want to party at the rugby house on the Row? That’s so completely random.” Usually it’s the baseball or football houses my friends flock to; no one on campus gives a crap about rugby, and no one I know has ever dated a player.

It’s not like any of these boys will play professionally—unlike the other sports—so it’s kind of weird they have a designated house on Jock Row. At this university, living on “The Row” is the equivalent to being a king of campus: everyone wants to be an athlete, and everyone wants to date one.

It’s the off-campus party scene, and students flock there every weekend.

“I’ve never heard of them having a party.” I smudge black charcoal under Mariah’s left eye. “Ever.”

“Right, but they have some regional tournament or something coming up and they’re throwing a blowout—it’s supposed to be huge. Everyone will be there.”

“Dang. Everyone?” I drag out sarcastically, brushing shadow across her upper eyelid. “How big is their house?”

“Tiny.” She’s already eyeballing herself in the mirror, scrutinizing my work, pursing her lips. “It’ll probably be in the backyard. If it sucks, we’ll just ditch and go to a frat party.”

“You don’t think it’s going to get out of hand, do you?”

Dark brows rise. “Why would it get out of hand?”

I stare back at her reflection in the mirror; the way she’s watching has me feeling naïve and immature. “Uh…because they’re rugby players and don’t they usually fight a lot?” Not that I know anything about it, but I swear I heard somewhere they were kind of brutes, especially on the field.

Muddy, dirty brawlers.

Mariah shrugs. “God, Teddy, who cares if they fight a lot? A party is a party, and it’s Friday night—what else is there to do?”

“I don’t care. I was just asking.” Why do I sound so defensive?

I swipe some blush across her cheekbones. Add highlighter. Do her eyebrows. Hand her the mascara wand.

“Here, go apply two thick coats.”

“Just two?” She steals it from the tips of my fingers and stands, flouncing into my room to the mirror behind my bedroom door so she can get an up-close and personal look at what I’ve done to her eyes.

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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 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.
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FIRST FRIDAY

“The Friday When We Met.”

Scarlett

“No offense, Scarlett, but if you didn’t feel good when I invited you to come with us tonight, you should have said something. Now I feel terrible.”

Tessa—a girl I lived next door to in the dorms freshman and sophomore year and remained friends with—flips her perfectly coifed hair, eyeing up my soft sweater, the one I always wear when I’m getting over a cold, or sick, because it’s cozy, oversized, and comforting. It’s more appropriate for a bonfire or night at home than a college party, and when Tessa shoots me that sympathetic face—lips turned down at the corners, eying me skeptically—I manage a soft laugh.

“Trust me, I’ve been home for the past few weekends—I needed this night out.”

Two to be exact, couch surfing and binging on random TV shows, consuming copious amounts of hot tea and chicken noodle soup.

“Are you sure? Because if you’re not…”

“I’m fine—that’s why I wore this sweater. It’s going to keep me toasty warm tonight so I don’t catch a chill.”

The last thing I want is her changing her plans because of me.

“But that sweater…” Tessa worries her bottom lip, chewing off some of the lipstick. “It gets so warm inside those parties…maybe just take the scarf off? And the jacket?”

Fingering the gray, cable knit length around my neck, I breathe in the merino wool that’s the only thing keeping my neck warm and my cough from coming back.

“My scarf? What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it, but we’re going to the baseball house—you know, on Jock Row.”

When she says Jock Row, her voice changes, fills with this weird wistfulness and a playful giddiness, like we’re heading to some magical place. We’re not.

Jock Row: the off-campus housing block where student athletes live and party. Similar to Greek Row, each sport has its own designated apartment or house, spanning an entire city block. They study together, play together, live together. Hell, they even eat together in a special cafeteria I’ve only heard whispers about, with super special, healthy jock food.

How nice for them.

I remember listening to her talk about it in the dorms when we were new students; she’d babble for hours about wanting to date an athlete, explaining which ones she thought were cute, trolling them online. Crushing hard, wondering what it was like to date one but never having the lady balls to go to one of their parties.

Well, we have the courage now.

Tessa still has the same stars in her eyes when she talks about it, still has that same breathiness in her voice.

In a way, I don’t blame her, because the guys on Jock Row?

They aren’t boys—they’re a different breed of student body altogether.

These boys don’t compare to the guys from back home that I’m used to flirting with: the gangly, juvenile boys I grew up with who went to college but still haven’t matured—they are nothing like the boys of Jock Row.

Not physically.

Not mentally.

These guys? They’re men, with actual responsibilities and obligations. They work hard and play hard.

Bigger.

Brawny.

In peak physical condition—probably the best shape they’ll ever be in their lives.

Cocky.

Quick.

I’ve seen them in action on the baseball field; I know the team is good, and damn, they look good, too.

Smell good.

How do I know? I got close to one once, rooting around for a beverage at the football house one weekend a while back. A big, burly player cut me off in line at the keg, leaning over to grab the beer tap with his meaty fingers, and I accidentally caught a whiff—a long, deep whiff, one that ended with an internal ‘ahhh’ that only comes when we appreciate something truly delicious.

Obviously, being a warm-blooded female, I checked out his upper torso, muscular forearms, and thick neck in the process—like every other female in the room with a set of functioning eyes had been doing.

Every female, like Tessa and her roommate, Cameron, who’s still in their bathroom primping.

I know what these two want: they’re hoping to sink their hot pink talons into some unsuspecting athlete. They’re older, wiser, and more confident. They’re also wearing less clothes.

Tonight, Tessa has been prattling on about the baseball team’s catcher. She bumped into him earlier this week on campus and has been social media stalking him since. Discovered that if she timed it just right, he’d be walking out of the science building at the same time she’d be walking out of the international studies building.

Guess I can’t fault her; I’ve laid eyes on the guy a few times myself and don’t blame her for fawning over him. He’s dark, broody, and extremely good-looking, plus Latino to boot.

Muy caliente.

“Please trust me,” Tessa is saying. “I’m no nursing major, but I know this: if you wear that outfit to the party, you’re going to have a stroke, and there won’t be anyone there to revive you.”

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