Title: The Assist
Series: Smart Jocks #1
Series: Smart Jocks #1
Author: Rebecca Jenshak
Genre: College Sports Romance
Release Date: November 5, 2018
Blurb
You know those stories where the smart girl tutors the dumb
jock? This isn’t it.
jock? This isn’t it.
Blair
What’s the probability of insulting the one guy on campus I
need to help me pass statistics? If I knew, I wouldn’t be standing in front of
Wes Reynolds begging him to tutor me.
need to help me pass statistics? If I knew, I wouldn’t be standing in front of
Wes Reynolds begging him to tutor me.
Basketball player, sexy, arrogant, always sleeping through
class… these are the things I knew about him. What I didn’t know is that he is
a seriously smart jock.
class… these are the things I knew about him. What I didn’t know is that he is
a seriously smart jock.
Wes
What’s the best way to get rid of the peppy and unrelenting
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.
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.
Sorority girl, fine as f**k, determined, ball buster… these
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.
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.
Or that one semester with her would change everything.
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Excerpt
“Rise and shine,” Joel says as he nudges me. I’m not asleep.
I wish I were. My eyes are closed, hat pulled down, but there’s no sleep to be
had.
I wish I were. My eyes are closed, hat pulled down, but there’s no sleep to be
had.
“She’s coming back for more.” The tone in his voice is
almost inspired.
almost inspired.
I don’t have to look up to know who he’s talking about, but
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.
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.
Today she’s wearing little pink shorts that show off tan
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.
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.
“Wes, hey, can I talk to you for a second?”
“What’s up?”
I’m hella impressed by the balls on this chick. She’s put
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.
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.
I also am not in the least bit offended by her assumption
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.
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.
“I have sort of a favor.”
“What’s up?” I stand to walk with her out of the class.
“The tutor center was a bust. I know you said . . .” She
looks like she’s choosing her words carefully. “Do you have old study notes or
tests from previous semesters?”
looks like she’s choosing her words carefully. “Do you have old study notes or
tests from previous semesters?”
“Still convinced I’m not capable of passing on my own, huh?”
“I’m sorry, really, no offense. I just want in on whatever
study materials you’re using. I can’t afford to fail another test. What’s your
secret?”
study materials you’re using. I can’t afford to fail another test. What’s your
secret?”
The secret? I’m fucking smart. Photographic memory smart and
statistics is my whole world, but I can’t resist messing with her.
statistics is my whole world, but I can’t resist messing with her.
“You know, saying no offense doesn’t make whatever you’re
saying less offensive. It just makes you feel better about saying something
offensive.”
saying less offensive. It just makes you feel better about saying something
offensive.”
Joel snickers behind me. I just can’t resist fucking with
her. She’s making it too easy.
her. She’s making it too easy.
“Sorry. I’m really so sorry. What about the other guys on
the team? Anyone have any awesome math tutors who aren’t available to us
non-jock students? I can pay.”
the team? Anyone have any awesome math tutors who aren’t available to us
non-jock students? I can pay.”
“Couldn’t say for sure, but I don’t think so. Most the guys
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.”
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.”
Her shoulders slump in defeat, and I can tell she’s finally
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.
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.
“Thanks anyway.” She gives a little wave with the hand
clutched around the strap of her backpack.
clutched around the strap of her backpack.
Joel catches up to me, and we watch as she crosses the
campus toward the library. “Dude. That chick . . .”
campus toward the library. “Dude. That chick . . .”
“I know,” I say, and we continue to stare after her
completely awe stricken.
completely awe stricken.
OUR REVIEWS:
Johnaka's Review:
“Nerd meets Jock with a twist, 5 stars”
Okay, so I had to go and look to see if I had ever read Jenshak before and I hadn’t, which blew my mind. I loved The Assist and couldn’t believe my luck that I somehow stumbled upon her when this book became available to me. I was so into it that I forgot it was a new series and went to look for the next book only to realize I am stuck waiting for it when I want it now. Jenshak became one of those authors that I had to follow to make sure I don’t miss what’s next from her.
Blair is an incredibly driven sorority girl who is smart, until she sits in her statistics class. There is just something about the class that is slowly killing her, and she needs help. When she catches a glimpse of a jocks paper with a big bold A on top she can’t help but get a little jealous. That’s when she realizes the grumpy jock is so much more. What starts off as an unlikely friendship soon turns to something more. Will Blair and Wes make it to the end or will they fail?
Wes could sleep through statistics and pass with no problem. When a peppy girl comes up to him and makes a fool of himself he becomes intrigued. Next thing he knows is he’s helping explain the problems to her and falling. Only Wes doesn’t have time or room in his life for a girlfriend, but maybe just maybe he could make it work.
I loved the push and pull between Wes and Blair. Add in the fact that it wasn’t your typical college sports romance sucked me in from the first page. Blair just seamlessly fit into Wes’ life and his group of friends. I was rooting for them from the first page. Speaking of his friends, I cross everything I can on my body that all of them, especially Z get their own stories. Seriously though, if you love a good college romance with a dash of sports, try out The Assist, you won’t regret it.
Star Ratings:
Plot-5/5
Characters-5/5
Heat-5/5
Writing style-5/5
Overall-5/5
Louise's Review:
The Assist is the 1st book in the Smart Jocks series, once I started this book I could not put it down devouring it in one sitting by the fire with a drink in hand.
When Wes is approached by a very ballsy girl he has ever met he reluctantly agrees to help her study. When one study session turns in more he finds himself falling for her. Blair has a dream one that she shares with her BFF and is determined to fulfil even without her by her side. She never dreamed she would be falling for the hot smart jock with his gorgeous glasses. When Wes is sidelined he pushes everyone away. Will he come to his senses before he loses the best thing in his life?
Wes is hot and confident, when Blair continues to spend time with him their chemistry is insane, they have an easy flow friendship that turns into a hot all-consuming fire of a relationship.
This was my first book by Jenshak and I personally really enjoyed it, the dual POV’s gave great insight into how each character was feeling. I really loved the minor characters throughout, each had their own story that I cannot wait to read more about in Joel’s story in The Fadeaway.
Star Ratings;
Plot: 5/5
Characters: 5/5
Heat: 5/5
Writing Style: 5/5
Overall: 5/5
Author Bio
Rebecca Jenshak is a self-proclaimed margarita addict,
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.
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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