This is a story of 2 athletes, both of which have come from entirely different backgrounds.
Tingly hails from LA and is from a family who are high in the social standings, where only outer appearances and reputation matter. She is on a track scholarship at a college in Ohio, so very far away from the people and lifestyle she hates. A girl who only wants to be loved for who she is, she is recently back from some time away, after being caught naked with her French professor. She is ashamed that everybody knows that she slept with her teacher, and mortified that she thought that what they had was love.
One day whilst at study hall, she meets a Freshman basketball player who wants to get to know her, but she cannot fathom why and tries her hardest to avoid him.
Tiberius is from Brooklyn, NY and on a Basketball scholarship. He grew up in the hood, with a single mother who fought for him to be a good person and to fit in and make something good for his life.
Ty refuses to let Tingly push him away, her coping mechanism is to run and boy does she like to run.
Let me tell you about my love/hate relationship with this book:-
1. Love = Tiberius aka Ty was a big sweet giant, who had compassion and morals (unlike his fellow team members, who were all dirty players, although somewhat loveable). He made the book for me, his determination to get through to the sweet but feisty girl that he was drawn to was admirable, he really fought for his girl. Also, he was a complete gentleman which is quite unusual in books these days.
2. Hate = Tingly aka Rex was one of the most annoying heroines IMO. She was a bitch, and I understand it was a self defence mechanism, but she didn’t really have that many redeeming qualities, she just annoyed me when she kept running when the going got tough with Ty.
Overall though, I really enjoyed reading this book. It was engaging and I loved the flow of the writing and the fact that it was a bit different to other sports romances out there at the moment. Once Tingly got over herself, the romance between her and Ty was adorable and gave me a big fat smile. I would love to read more about Jamel, Lemar and Trey, Ty’s team mates.
This is a standalone new adult novel, told in Tingly’s POV.
ARC gratefully received from the author in exchange for an honest review
He stood there patiently, grinning as he waited for me to move through the doorway or answer him, and pinned me with his unusual blue eyes, so pale in his handsome face against his deep brown skin. His gaze seared right through me, just like it had earlier, before dinner in the courtyard. Completely unnerved, I didn’t respond. His size was daunting, his large frame loomed over the threshold, and I was struck speechless. Uncertain whether it was his obvious good looks that threw me, or the overtly friendly wide grin on display, I simply stood there for a moment, trying to figure out his angle. As I took in his long athletic shorts, tight gray athletic hoodie, and the pair of spiky Air Jordan slides on his feet, his left eyebrow cocked up at me like I was the next sideshow. Well, I’d already played that act countless times at home, including but not limited to last year when I was caught with the professor’s dick deep inside me. Now I was all about slipping under the radar, getting by silently and with little fuss. “Hey, you okay?” he asked, his deep voice interrupting my thoughts. “I’m talking to you . . . you coming in? I’m over here holding the door.” His pale blue eyes scanned my brown ones as his smile faded. I imagined him knowing who I was and what I did, perhaps mentally undressing me one piece of clothing at a time, wanting to give the slut a whirl. Oh God, was my name being passed around—again? Self-disgust consumed me, spurring me to action. “Um, yeah. I am,” I answered, averting my gaze as I shifted my backpack up on my shoulder and stomped through the doorway. I turned ever so slightly to witness him ducking to fit through the doorframe. It was crazy how insanely tall this guy was. Obviously, he was a basketball player, probably with a huge ego to boot. I managed to mutter, “Thanks,” as I swept past him, and the door clanged shut behind us. “Bad day?” he called after me. What was with him being all smiling and friendly? Was he for real, or was he trying to bait me? I couldn’t help my self-doubt; skepticism was woven so deeply into my personality, I questioned everyone’s motives. “Bad life,” I tossed back without thinking. For some reason, I felt the need to share my feelings with this stranger, and it scared the shit out of me. So I did what came naturally to me—I ran. As I sprinted toward the elevator, I caught him heading toward the staircase out of the corner of my eye. I got off on my floor feeling relieved until I heard a heavy pair of footsteps coming around the corner. Shit.
Rachel Blaufeld is a social worker/entrepreneur/blogger turned author. Fearless about sharing her opinion, Rachel captured the ear of stay-at-home and working moms on her blog, BacknGrooveMom, chronicling her adventures in parenting tweens and inventing a product, often at the same time. She has also blogged for The Huffington Post, Modern Mom, and StartupNation. She currently shares her reading recommendations on HEA at USA Today.Turning her focus on her sometimes wild-and-crazy creative side, it only took Rachel two decades to do exactly what she wanted to do—write a fiction novel. Now she spends way too many hours in local coffee shops plotting her ideas. Her tales may all come with a side of angst and naughtiness, but end lusciously. Rachel lives around the corner from her childhood home in Pennsylvania with her family and two dogs. Her obsessions include running, coffee, icing-filled doughnuts, antiheroes, and mighty fine epilogues. Find me on my website / Twitter / FacebookSign up for my newsletter for the latest news on releases, sales, giveaways and other updates.