Release Date: February 11, 2016
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Jock Blocked was a book that made me feel good, that put a smile on my face and really I'm not asking for much more when I read. I l read so many books a year, so many different genres, I've come to have a lot of feelings and I've come to expect to feel a certain way with some genres. I think that very few authors can write colleges sports books without making me cringe and roll my eyes... Jen Frederick is one of them.
"It isn’t just my body that responds to him. My heart opens."
Matty, Matt, Matthew whatever you call him is like any footballer you met. He likes to party, he likes what he does and he already plans the next level. This year is the year he can't miss. He has to catch the catch the eye of headhunters to go pro next season. But before that, he enjoys his little break after winning the Championship.
Luce is what I would qualify a stressed girl. She seems cool but she's not really. She calculates everything she does. Through her own admission, she assesses all the risk she takes. And when Matty pursues her, she is not sure it's a risk she's willing to take. Not only because she made a promise to her best friend , Ace who's Matty's teammate but because the guy it's not her type.... or so she says.
In reality, what Luce really need is to learn how to live fully without thinking about the consequences.
Maybe Matty can help her a little
There’s nothing wrong with making measured decisions and weighing the risks versus the benefits.” “You’re right that there’s nothing wrong with how you’re living. I’m not judging that. I’m just saying maybe your life could be happier. And that sometimes taking a risk gives you big rewards.” “And you’re that big reward?”“You won’t know unless you give me a try.”
To summarize what I loved about the book, I would say everything but then it would be too easy don't your think?
1) The book is better than the first one. I enjoyed Sacked a lot. It was kind of refreshing in some ways. Jock Blocked is definitely more traditional in its story but everything clicked and worked pretty great here.
2) The banter between Matty and Lucy. All their times together is funny and free spirit. Even with her constant risk assessment Luce is funny. Yes those can be annoying but the way Matt acts makes it sweet and adorable.
“What are we doing" “We’re enjoying each other.”“For how long?” Forever is a good start in my book but this is my careful girl and she needs a careful answer.“However long you want it.”
3) As in a lot of NA college book, there are a lot of sexy sweet moments. Those moments are perfectly balanced. I would compare this one to The Deal from Elle Kennedy. I think Matt Iverson is as sweet , loving and caring as was Garrett. I think to me that was what really won me over. Matty is not a guy who pretends to be someone he is not. He enjoys himself; he likes girls and the college life that goes with it. What's wrong in that? But when he meets Lucy even if he doesn't really knows it, he starts to be invested.
“Even if I had a tiny dick I’d say it was a big one. I’d lie to myself until I believed it. No man can walk around with any confidence if he believes his dick is too small.”
There was only one thing that bothers me a little, and I notice I had the same problem in Sacked, it was the Coach's behavior. In book 1, it's because of him I didn't like the twist at the end. It was because he wasn't acting like a real coach would do but more like a pissed off selfish adult. And he did it again here!
I hope Jen Frederick has a lot more stories in store for us. Hammer is too damn funny for his own good and I'm curious to know more about those articles he writes.
I still want Ace book even if he was a total jerk in this one, but I agree he doesn't deserve his HEA right away. The guy needs to grovel for the one he wants.
~Arc provided by the author in exchange for an honest review ~
I grab her foot and pull it into my lap. “Let’s do a risk/reward test.”
“Let’s not.” But her foot doesn’t move.
I massage her foot beneath the sock, pressing hard against the ball and then digging into the arch. She releases a tiny moan and her head falls back in a dick-hardening sexy motion. Fuuuuck. If this is how I feel from just touching this girl’s hand and foot, what would it be like to be between her legs, to suck on her tits, to feel her pussy pulse around my dick? Light-headed and incredibly aroused, I almost fall off the chair.
I gotta focus here. If I’m ever going to get past the foot and hand, I need to convince her that the reward with me would be off-the-charts amazing.
Clearing my throat, I keep rubbing her foot. “Having your foot in my lap, that’s a risk right? But you’re enjoying the rubdown. That’s a risk worth the reward.”
“Keep rubbing and stop talking,” she orders. Her eyes are closed.
Okay, but I’m not touching some other guy’s sock, particularly the guy whose bed she’s sleeping in. I don’t know if I fully buy into her “just friends” explanation for Ace. He has her picture in his locker. She’s wearing his socks. For all that, he’s at the Gas Station dry humping a Kappa and Lucy’s home alone. I pull off the sock and toss it aside and stare at her toes.
“Your nail polish is blue.” Since when did I think toes were sexy?
She wriggles them. “Yes, on both feet. You’re very observant. Haven’t you ever seen a girl’s toes before?”
“I’m sure I have.” I just don’t remember them. I have this strange feeling I’ll remember hers, though.
I run a light caress over the anklebone, down the spine of the Achilles tendon, and around the edge of her instep.
Her breathing hitches, so quiet and so soft, I might have imagined it.
“What’re you doing?” Her words are a husky whisper and my body responds accordingly.
My balls tighten and my dick’s so hard I’m worried it’ll snap in half, but I can’t reach into my jeans to readjust or I’ll scare her away.
“We’re testing your risk assessment.” And driving myself crazy.
“You should stop.”
“I can’t.” I move my hand up her ankle to cup the slender calf. “Feel good? Worth the risk?”
“I’m not sure.”
That’s an invitation if I ever heard one.
Is it possible to come from just rubbing a girl’s leg? I might test out that theory. “And now?” My fingers find the tender hollow behind her knee. Her pulse beats rapidly against my palm. She’s as turned on as I am and I haven’t even gotten to the good parts.
“It feels riskier,” she croaks.
Yeah, because pretty soon my hand is going to be on your thigh and I don’t know how I’m going to stop there.
Her fingers are turning white as she grips the sides of her chair. Is she holding herself back? Or keeping herself there?
Fuck, I want to kiss her so bad. I want to kiss her lips but I’d settle for her toes or her knee or‑shit, if all she’ll allow is for me to touch the tips of her fingers, I’d be okay with that. I need a taste of her. I’m dying for a taste of her.
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