Title: The Assist
Series: Smart Jocks #1
Author: Rebecca Jenshak
Genre: College Sports Romance
Release Date: November 5, 2018
You know those stories where the smart girl tutors the dumb jock? This isnât it.
Whatâs the probability of insulting the one guy on campus I need to help me pass statistics? If I knew, I wouldnât be standing in front of Wes Reynolds begging him to tutor me.
Basketball player, sexy, arrogant, always sleeping through classâ¦ these are the things I knew about him. What I didnât know is that he is a seriously smart jock.
Whatâs the best way to get rid of the peppy and unrelenting girl that keeps asking me to tutor her? If I knew, I wouldnât be staring at her tan legs and attempting to teach her statistics.
Sorority girl, fine as f**k, determined, ball busterâ¦ these are the things I knew about her. What I didnât know is that she is all the things I didnât realize I wanted or needed.
Or that one semester with her would change everything.
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âRise and shine,â Joel says as he nudges me. Iâm not asleep. I wish I were. My eyes are closed, hat pulled down, but thereâs no sleep to be had.
âSheâs coming back for more.â The tone in his voice is almost inspired.
I donât have to look up to know who heâs talking about, but I do anyway. Sheâs the most entertaining thing about this class. Open my eyes and lift the hat, turn it backward so my view isnât the least bit blocked.
Today sheâs wearing little pink shorts that show off tan legs, yellow tennis shoes that donât match but somehow work, and a bracelet with a little charm around her left ankle. Itâs 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 sheâd need to look like head cheerleader of my high school fantasies.
âWes, hey, can I talk to you for a second?â
Iâm hella impressed by the balls on this chick. Sheâs 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.
I also am not in the least bit offended by her assumption that Iâm a dumb jock. Iâd be lying if I said I wasnât surprised she came right out and asked who my tutor was, but I know exactly what it looks like. Iâve fed into the stereotype for years, doing nothing to make it seem otherwise. Well, nothing but get straight Aâs.
âI have sort of a favor.â
âWhatâs up?â I stand to walk with her out of the class.
âThe tutor center was a bust. I know you said . . .â She looks like sheâs choosing her words carefully. âDo you have old study notes or tests from previous semesters?â
âStill convinced Iâm not capable of passing on my own, huh?â
âIâm sorry, really, no offense. I just want in on whatever study materials youâre using. I canât afford to fail another test. Whatâs your secret?â
The secret? Iâm fucking smart. Photographic memory smart and statistics is my whole world, but I canât resist messing with her.
âYou know, saying no offense doesnât make whatever youâre saying less offensive. It just makes you feel better about saying something offensive.â
Joel snickers behind me. I just canât resist fucking with her. Sheâs making it too easy.
âSorry. Iâm really so sorry. What about the other guys on the team? Anyone have any awesome math tutors who arenât available to us non-jock students? I can pay.â
âCouldnât say for sure, but I donât think so. Most the guys hold their own academically.â I lean in catching a whiff of her hair. It smells goodâlike sugar cookies or candy canes or something sugary sweet that I want to sink my teeth into. âShocking, I know.â
Her shoulders slump in defeat, and I can tell sheâs finally accepted that I have no answers for her. At this point, I almost wish I knew of someone to send her to. I donât exactly travel in circles that clue me in on secret study sessions and underground tutor societies.
âThanks anyway.â She gives a little wave with the hand clutched around the strap of her backpack.
Joel catches up to me, and we watch as she crosses the campus toward the library. âDude. That chick . . .â
âI know,â I say, and we continue to stare after her completely awe stricken.
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.
The Assist by Rebecca Jenshak
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This is my first book by this author and letâs say Iâm impressed. Her writing is wonderful and the story was unique and fun. With basketball being my favorite sport, I am so glad to see someone giving us stories involved around it. We get lots of other sports related books but basketball is few and far between.
The characters are the type you automatically fall in love with. And not just the main characters, I loved the secondary characters as well and canât wait to see where this series goes next. Great all around read!
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