Series: Smart Jocks #1
jock? This isn’t it.
need to help me pass statistics? If I knew, I wouldn’t be standing in front of
Wes Reynolds begging him to tutor me.
class… these are the things I knew about him. What I didn’t know is that he is
a seriously smart jock.
girl that keeps asking me to tutor her? If I knew, I wouldn’t be staring at her
tan legs and attempting to teach her statistics.
are the things I knew about her. What I didn’t know is that she is all the
things I didn’t realize I wanted or needed.
I wish I were. My eyes are closed, hat pulled down, but there’s no sleep to be
I do anyway. She’s the most entertaining thing about this class. Open my eyes
and lift the hat, turn it backward so my view isn’t the least bit blocked.
legs, yellow tennis shoes that don’t match but somehow work, and a bracelet
with a little charm around her left ankle. It’s too small to make out, but I
stare anyway. Her brown hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, and she has a
megawatt smile plastered on her face. A big bow on top of her head is all she’d
need to look like head cheerleader of my high school fantasies.
her foot in her mouth, not once, but twice, and damn near insulted the entire
student athlete population, but she keeps coming back. She has determination
and grit. I admire that about her.
that I’m a dumb jock. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised she came right
out and asked who my tutor was, but I know exactly what it looks like. I’ve fed
into the stereotype for years, doing nothing to make it seem otherwise. Well,
nothing but get straight A’s.
looks like she’s choosing her words carefully. “Do you have old study notes or
tests from previous semesters?”
study materials you’re using. I can’t afford to fail another test. What’s your
statistics is my whole world, but I can’t resist messing with her.
saying less offensive. It just makes you feel better about saying something
her. She’s making it too easy.
the team? Anyone have any awesome math tutors who aren’t available to us
non-jock students? I can pay.”
hold their own academically.” I lean in catching a whiff of her hair. It smells
good—like sugar cookies or candy canes or something sugary sweet that I want to
sink my teeth into. “Shocking, I know.”
accepted that I have no answers for her. At this point, I almost wish I knew of
someone to send her to. I don’t exactly travel in circles that clue me in on
secret study sessions and underground tutor societies.
clutched around the strap of her backpack.
campus toward the library. “Dude. That chick . . .”
completely awe stricken.
college basketball fanatic, and Hallmark channel devotee. A Midwest native
transplanted to the desert, she likes being outdoors (drinking on patios) and
singing (in the shower) when she isn’t writing books about hot guys and the
girls who love them.
Wes is the captain of the basketball team, good teammate, great friend and straight A student even though he doesn’t want anyone else to know it. He is a down to earth guy who has not let his success on the court or in college affect his ego.
Blair is excelling in every class she is taking except for Statistics and it is driving her crazy that Wes, the dumb jock who sleeps through class is getting an A.
Although their first meeting did not go well, she realizes that he is exactly the help she needs and now she only needs to convince him. Humorous banter, hot chemistry and the way she just fit in his life and with his teammates make them perfect together and along the way they manage to handle whatever life throws at them together. This is my first book by this author but now I am wondering why and I’m looking forward to more books in this series.