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The Assist by Rebecca Jenshak
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“She’s coming back for more.” The tone in his voice is
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.
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.
“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.
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.
“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?”
“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?”
The secret? I’m fucking smart. Photographic memory smart and
statistics is my whole world, but I can’t resist messing with her.
The Assist by Rebecca Jenshak
Title: The Assist
Series: Smart Jocks #1
Series: Smart Jocks #1
Author: Rebecca Jenshak
Genre: College Sports Romance
Cover Design: Jena Brignola
Photo: Wander Aguiar Photography
Model: Thom
Cover Design: Jena Brignola
Photo: Wander Aguiar Photography
Model: Thom
Release Date: November 5, 2018
Blurb
You know those stories where the smart girl tutors the dumb
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.
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.
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.
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.
Or that one semester with her would change everything.
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.
“She’s coming back for more.” The tone in his voice is
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.
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.
“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.
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.
“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?”
“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?”
Electric Blue Love by Rebecca Jenshak
Title: Electric Blue Love
Author: Rebecca Jenshak
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: June 18, 2018
Blurb
Court
Here’s a thing I learned a long time ago… guys and girls
don’t think about relationships the same way. Especially in college. So, when I
caught the girl sitting next to me on the plane reading a magazine article on
how to get out of the friend zone, I did something I never do – I got involved.
don’t think about relationships the same way. Especially in college. So, when I
caught the girl sitting next to me on the plane reading a magazine article on
how to get out of the friend zone, I did something I never do – I got involved.
One look into her electric blue eyes and the darkness inside
of me faded.
of me faded.
Light and hope radiated from her like a neon sign.
Guys like me know how to get the girl, but we rarely get to
keep them.
keep them.
Bianca
Girls like me fade into the background. Nice, quiet, smart
girls without the latest trendy clothes. My friendship with Court started as an
opportunity to get inside the male mind, but it turned into so much more.
girls without the latest trendy clothes. My friendship with Court started as an
opportunity to get inside the male mind, but it turned into so much more.
His touch sent current coursing through my veins.
His kiss jolted my heart.
But here is something I learned a long time ago… you can’t
force people to love you back. No matter how much you long for them.
force people to love you back. No matter how much you long for them.
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Excerpt
Flying coach was bullshit. The crying babies and the cramped
seats weren’t even the worst of it, although admittedly not a perk. The real
problem with sitting in the back of the plane was the comradery among the other
passengers. In first-class no one tried to chat about the weather or ask the
dreaded “Are you visiting or returning home?”. No, in first class we sat in our
large, reclining seats with plenty of leg room, cold drink on the tray table,
laptop open, and we minded our own damn business.
seats weren’t even the worst of it, although admittedly not a perk. The real
problem with sitting in the back of the plane was the comradery among the other
passengers. In first-class no one tried to chat about the weather or ask the
dreaded “Are you visiting or returning home?”. No, in first class we sat in our
large, reclining seats with plenty of leg room, cold drink on the tray table,
laptop open, and we minded our own damn business.
I didn’t sit in first class because of some ego trip where I
needed to flaunt my better than average salary around. I did it because I
preferred the silence. Also, I traveled so much it was almost always a free
upgrade. Not today.
needed to flaunt my better than average salary around. I did it because I
preferred the silence. Also, I traveled so much it was almost always a free
upgrade. Not today.
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