Jock Hard Series #1-3 by Sara Ney

The first three books in the JOCK HARD series, now at your fingertips in one volume. Jock Row, Jock Rule, and Jock Road.

Book 1 – JOCK ROW
Scarlett is always the sensible one: The sober driver. The planner. The one holding your hair back while you’re worshiping the porcelain gods.
Week-after-week, she visits Jock Row with her friends – the university’s hottest party scene and a breeding ground for student athletes. And if keeping her friends out of trouble and guys out of their pants was a sport, she’d be the star athlete. Being a well known jock-blocker gets her noticed for all the wrong reasons; just like that, she’s banned from Jock Row. No guy wants a girl around who keeps their jock friends from getting laid.
“Rowdy” Wade is the hot shot shortstop for the university’s baseball team – and the unlucky bastard who drew the short straw: keep little Miss Goody Two-Shoes out of the baseball house. But week-after-week Scarlett returns, determined to get inside.

Book 2 – JOCK RULE
KIP CARMICHAEL IS NO PRETTY BOY.
He’s rough. Dirty. Giant. Hair so unruly, and a beard so thick, his friends on the team call him Sasquatch.
The first time Sasquatch lays eyes on Theodora “Teddy” Johnson across the keg at a party one night on Jock Row, she’d been relegated to the sidelines by her jock-hungry “friends”. Week after week, he watches beautiful but bashful Teddy getting overshadowed and overlooked.
Sasquatch finally broad-shoulders his way through the crowd, offering to to be her hairy godmother. But the minute their eyes meet? He’s a goner.
Teaching her the rules for winning a jock will be the easy part. Not falling in love with her is going to be a losing game.

Book 3 – JOCK ROAD
EAT. SLEEP. FOOTBALL. Those are Jackson Jennings Jr.’s three mantras. His entire life, he’s been a trained athlete with only one endgame: the Pros. No girls. No parties. No alcohol.

EAT. SLEEP. FOOTBALL. Repeat.
Every Friday night, Triple J cruises the strip on campus, bored, lonely, and conditioned not to party. But the night he meets Charlotte Edmonds on the side of the road, he wonders if his three mantras will ever be enough.

BIG. DUMB. JOCK. Charlie has no time for Jackson’s antics. Not when he’s stealing her food or teases her to no end, making her tingle in all the right places. But if she’s ever going to have a boyfriend, she’d choose one who isn’t a Neanderthal. One with manners and actual time to spend with her. Not a hulking man-child who cruises the strip at night in his Big. Dumb. Truck.