Series: Brooklyn Bruisers #1
Genres: Sports Romance
Source: ARC, NetGalley
Also in this series: Hard Hitter, Pipe Dreams, Brooklynaire, Overnight Sensation, Superfan
Also by this author: Us, Bittersweet, Hard Hitter, Pipe Dreams, Brooklynaire, Speakeasy, Fireworks, Overnight Sensation, Superfan
The first novel in a sexy new series featuring the hockey players of the Brooklyn Bruisers and the women who win their hearts—from the USA Today bestselling author of the Ivy Years series.
In high school they were the perfect couple—until the day Georgia left Leo in the cold...
Hockey player Leo Trevi has spent the last six years trying to do two things: get over the girl who broke his heart, and succeed in the NHL. But on the first day he’s called up to the newly franchised Brooklyn Bruisers, Leo gets checked on both sides, first by the team’s coach—who has a long simmering grudge, and then by the Bruisers’ sexy, icy publicist—his former girlfriend Georgia Worthington.
Saying goodbye to Leo was one of the hardest things Georgia ever had to do—and saying hello again isn’t much easier. Georgia is determined to keep their relationship strictly professional, but when a press conference microphone catches Leo declaring his feelings for her, things get really personal, really fast....
If you haven’t read a Sarina Bowen book, you really are missing out. She has a style that I find so enjoyable. She mixes humor, heartache, quirky pop culture references, and smoking hot scenes. Rookie Move is no exception!
Georgia, the heroine, is a publicist for the Brooklyn Bruisers pro hockey team. Her dad is the new coach, and her high school boyfriend is the new rookie forward! Also, her job isn’t really secure-she was an assistant before her boss left and she is unsure if they will simply hire another head publicist or leave her in the position. The history between Leo, the high school boyfriend, and Georgia is so heartbreaking. But, its so believable. I have never wanted 2 people to get their HEA together so much. Seriously, like, I NEEDED it for them.
Leo is seriously swoony. He was the perfect boyfriend to Georgia before, and he is still just a genuinely good guy. I love heroes like that. While their high school break up was a bit of a ‘miscommunication’ trope, its probably the most understandable miscommunication ever. You can easily see how both thought they were doing the right thing, and because of what had happened to Georgia they were afraid to REALLY talk about things. They were young on top of all that. But, man, Leo was persistent once he was back in her life. It was awesome. I love BBF’s like that.
My only complaint with the book is that I wanted to just shake both of them and tell them they were still in love with one another. Georgia’s father was still standing in the way but I wanted both of them to stand up to him as well. The tension of the book centers around the will-they/won’t-they back and forth. It slowed the book slightly for me, but not enough to really dim my total enjoyment.
If you love sports romance, Rookie Move is perfect. If you love second chance stories, Rookie Move is perfect. If you love a beautifully written romance, Rookie Move is perfect. Bottom line, no matter what you like, Rookie Move is perfect!!
- POV: 3rd
- Tears: no
- Trope: second chance, athlete
- Triggers: View Spoiler »Georgia was raped in high school but the rape is not described at all. « Hide Spoiler
- Series/Standalone: Book 1 of a new series of interconnected stand alones
- Cliffhanger: View Spoiler »No; there is a chapter from the next book that really left me wanting more!! « Hide Spoiler
- HEA: View Spoiler »Oh yes a good one! No epilogue, but you don’t need it. You get to see that Leo and Georgia are on a great path, and you know you will see them in upcoming books! « Hide Spoiler
From Rookie Move:
“Come right this way,” Georgia heard her coworker and roommate Becca say, the clomp of her Dr. Martens echoing through the grand old passageway. “Nate is excited to meet you.” Becca was the owner’s assistant, and Georgia lingered half a second to wave her down and offer her a donut, too.
But Becca didn’t happen to look in Georgia’s direction as she led a tall man down the corridor. Something about his gait snagged Georgia’s subconscious. So she took a second look.
And that’s when her heart took off like a manic bunny rabbit. Because she knew that man. She knew the chiseled shape of his masculine jaw, and the length of his coal-black eyelashes.
Oh my God.
Omigod, omigod, omigod.
“How was your flight?” Becca asked him, oblivious to the fact that Georgia was spying.
“Not too bad. I got in late last night.”
The sound of his voice fluttered right inside Georgia’s chest. It was the same smoky sweet timbre that used to whisper into her ear while they made love. She hadn’t let herself remember that sound in a long time.
Now it was giving her goosebumps. The good kind.
“Welcome to Brooklyn,” Becca said while Georgia trembled. “Are you familiar with the area?”
“Grew up about thirty miles from here,” he answered while chills broke out across her back.
Holding her breath, Georgia eased her office door further closed, until only a couple of inches remained. She could not be caught like this—freaked-out and speechless, hiding behind a door.
The movement caught Becca’s eye, though. Georgia saw her turn her head in her direction and then pick her out in the crack where the door was still open. Becca raised one eyebrow—the one with the barbell piercing in it.
All Georgia could do was close her eyes and pray that Becca wouldn’t call out a greeting.
There was a pause before Georgia heard Becca say, “Right this way, please.”
Quietly, Georgia stepped into her office and shut the door. After flipping on the light, she let her briefcase and pocketbook slide right to the floor. Only the folder that Nate had given her was still in her shaking hands. She flipped it open, her eyes searching for the new player’s name on the page.
But she didn’t even need the paperwork to confirm what her racing heart had already figured out. The newest player for the Brooklyn Bruisers was none other than Leonardo “Leo” Trevi, a six-foot-two, left-handed forward. Also known as her high school boyfriend, the boy she’d loved with all her heart until the day that she’d dumped him. And now he was here?
“Thanks, universe,” she whispered into the stillness of her office.