Book Spotlight: The Tip-Off by Rebecca Jenshak

July 27, 2019

The Tip-Off

(Smart Jocks #3)

by Rebecca Jenshak

Date Released: July 26, 2019

About The Tip-Off

I’ve spent years hiding in the shadows.

He’s spent his whole life chasing the bright lights of the NBA.

We have nothing in common, except for the fact our friends ditched us for spring break.

I have a bucket list for my senior year at Valley U.

He’s the only person I know on campus.

I’m ready to start checking things off my list.

Frat party: Check.

TP the baseball house: Check.

Goat yoga: Check.

Skinny dipping: Check.

Falling for Zeke Sweets, Valley U’s MVP: Not going to happen.

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An Excerpt from The Tip-Off

I can’t make out her form until I’m halfway down to the water. She sits on the dock, feet dangling above the water. She’s so fucking beautiful and innocent and I want to ruin her and worship her all at the same time. I’m not going to do either of those things, though. I’m going to stick to the path. The path doesn’t include dating. The path doesn’t even include fun most days and Gabby deserves days that are all about fun.

She turns her head as I get closer and there’s that big Gabby smile pointed right at me. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself. Whatcha doing down here all alone?”

“I thought we could cross skinny dipping off both our lists.”

My brows raise. “What about your tattoo?”

She shrugs. “It’s been a week. I’m willing to risk a quick dip if you are.”

I rub a hand over my chin. I’m not ashamed of my body, but I’d also prefer not to have my black ass photographed if one of my teammates happen to stumble upon us. Last year one of the sophomores got drunk at a party and passed out naked in the bathroom. I have no idea why he was naked in there, but the photos of his hairy ass were everywhere. My ass is baby smooth and awesome, but I still don’t want it on display.

“Well, come on before someone sees us.” She’s unbuttoning her shorts and pushing them down while I stand there gawking. The sight of her bare legs puts me in motion. Just not a part of me I want in motion right now. I turn around, give my dick a little pep talk that includes promises I won’t be a celibate asshole forever, and then undress to my boxers.

“You decent?” I ask over my shoulder.

“No. Oh my God, don’t look.” She laughs, I hear her footsteps on the dock and then a splash. A few seconds later, she calls, “Your turn.”

I push my boxers down and then hold my hands over my junk, semi-erect still because promises be damned, and take two large steps before jumping in beside her. Her happy squeals direct my entry into the lake as I clear the water from my eyes. We’re treading water buck naked not two feet from one another. It’s a little trippy. I haven’t spent time with a girl naked like this in… well forever. If I’m naked and this close to a girl, it’s for one purpose and though I’m a gentleman, of course, it’s not about anything but carnal desires being met. Thrusts and grunts and release.

I don’t think it would be like that with Gabby. No, I know it wouldn’t be like that, which is another reason it can’t happen.

“So now what?” she asks, suddenly looking a little nervous.

“Far as I know, this is all there is to it. How do you feel?”

“Naked.” She laughs. “But also like a rebel.”

She splashes water at me playfully and I do it right back.

“Think anyone can see us?”

I shrug. “Maybe. Do you want them to see you?”

“God, no,” she says too fast. The excitement in her eyes is a dead giveaway. I think Gabby likes the thrill, the possibility of being caught, and God help me because I want nothing more than to keep her safe while she explores every sordid fantasy.

About Rebecca Jenshak

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.