Happy, happy, happy book birthday to Nikki Sloane and The Rivalry. If you’re looking for something to do until the real rivalry games this weekend, pick up this book. It’s one of my favorites of the year! Plus Nikki gets MAJOR bonus points for actually releasing it the week of the rivalry written about in this book. Well done. *claps*
The Rivalry by Nikki Sloane
Genres: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: November 21, 2017
Format: eARC, 352 pages
How I got it: From the author
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This tight end is at the top of his game.
He’s good with his hands, even better with his sexy mouth, and the best at making me forget my own name. His—ahem—stats are perfect.
But I can’t fall for him.
He might be everything I want, all rolled into a glorious package of gridiron god, but there’s one teeny-tiny problem. The vile, loathsome team I’ve spent my entire life hating—my beloved school’s arch-rival?
This guy is their star player.
I received a copy of this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
I’m going to do my very best to make this book review about the book and not me, but it’s going to be hard. Why? Because there really has never been a more “Kim book” than this one. If you know me, you know how much I live for college football. While it’s true I’m not exactly a fan of either team in this book, it was SO FREAKING EASY to identify with Kayla. I… don’t know that I could ever date someone who went to my college’s biggest rival, much less played football for them. Even as a woman in my 30s, it’s a big deal. (Not that I would be dating college football players at my age, but you get my point.) But I seriously digress.
I freaking loved this book. It was so easy to put myself in Kayla’s shoes and realize just how torn I’d be in her position. She might’ve been a little overly intense at times, but it didn’t bother me. I totally understood where she was coming from. Outside of her love of the Buckeyes, she’s a cheerleader. How can a cheerleader date THE RIVAL’s star player? What will people think? What will her family think? But can she ignore the blisteringly hot chemistry between them? SO many conflicting emotions.
Jay was SUCH a good guy. He was also a lot less into the rivalry between their schools than she was, which made me smile. Or maybe that it was just that he liked her so much, the rivalry mattered far less. Either way, he was all in and y’all know just how much I love when a hero is just that. It was easy to root for Jay — even though he comes from that OTHER school that wears the same blue and gold my beloved Mountaineers do — both on and off the field. And with Kayla? Imperfectly perfect and amazing. I loved the two of them.
The Rivalry was fun. It was sexy and sweet and funny and punched me in the feels a couple times. I read it in a matter of a few hours, without stopping to do anything but text my Buckeye-loving bestie about how much she was going to LOVE THIS BOOK. I just can’t recommend this one highly enough — especially since the REAL Ohio State/Michigan rivalry will play out this upcoming weekend. If you’re looking for something to do to kill time before all the football games this weekend, you should pick this one up.
“My mom had me, right there in the stands, fifteen minutes after we beat Michigan. So, I can tell you I was literally born to be an Ohio State Buckeye.”
He went to Michigan. No, worse! He was the starting tight end for their shitty football team. And I’d put my lips on his. My mouth know what his tasted like, and how good he was with his skilled tongue. He’d had his hands on me. The same hands that had scored touchdowns against my beloved team.
“The season hasn’t even started yet. Tonight, I’m just a guy, and you’re just a girl.”
As a receiver, there was that sweet moment when you’d broken away and you were twenty yards down field. The ball was coming at you, and no one would be able to stop you from making a big play. Your whole body was hyperaware. So conditioned with what to do, it came as easily as breathing. The ball dropped into your hands, you secured it in the hold, and you’d burn straight to the end zone as all hell broke loose in the crowd. It was a fucking rush like nothing else. Nothing… except kissing this girl.
“Oh my God. You left him with blue balls?”
“At least they match his school colors.”
Have you read any of Nikki’s books?
What’d you think?