Series: Smart Jocks #1
Cover Design: Jena Brignola
Photo: Wander Aguiar Photography
Model: Thom
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.
College romance is a new love of mine. I love hot athletes and the nerdy girls who draw them in. The Assist however takes a unique take on this and has made my love for it into a full blown obsession now. Not only in this book are we getting hot jock meets cute nerd, but the hot jock is SMART! That’s right ladies, BRAINS and ABS *drools uncontrollably*
Blair is a college student who has had her whole life planned ahead since high school with her best friend. She’s on track to get into the advanced MBA program until she starts failing her Stats class. Meanwhile hot basketball star Wes is passing with flying colors while sleeping in class. Blair will do anything to get him to tutor her. She needs the A even if it means owning up to an insult she accidentally makes towards Wes.
Off the bat you can feel the chemistry between Wes and Blair. They just connect even though they both irritate the other. Wes isn’t into tutoring and Blair wants the A more than anything. However after a few chance encounters, a quick game of ball and bribery with coffee and muffins. They set on a deal. What neither of them expects is to slowly fall for the other, especially when they both have mindsets for different situations.
Without going into the best parts of the story, I will say that I loved Blair and Wes’s relationship. It was sweet, genuine and it was on fire between them. Wes drove me nuts a little bit with his refusal to put a name on it, but it all explains why. I fell in love with Rebecca’s writing the first time I read her, and I knew this book would be a masterpiece. I really enjoyed this book and I can’t wait to read more of the smart jocks series. And I realllyy hope I see more of my favorite power couple ♥️
Bless Out ✌🏻
My Rating: 5/5 Stars
I wish I were. My eyes are closed, hat pulled down, but there’s no sleep to be
had.
almost inspired.
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
secret?”
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
offensive.”
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.
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