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Cutters vs. Jocks
by Elizabeth Marx   

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Copyright:  Nov 7, 2012 ISBN-13:  9781466136458

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Cutters versus jocks.
Small town girl versus big man on campus.
Love at first sight versus lust you can’t fight.
Can anyone win when you don’t play your heart out?

              On the idyllic campus of Indiana University, Little-Libby-Nobody runs into Band-Aid, All-American-Athlete, and fireworks explode. Libby and Aidan spiral into a collision course of love at first sight versus lust you can’t fight. As the game plays out and their affection grows, they soon realize that labels like cutters and jocks can’t keep them apart.

But when Libby and Aidan find themselves in trouble they have to confront the reality of where they each fit in the others’ world. Libby believes superstar jocks don’t take cutters to Rose Well House, in the center of campus, at midnight and pledge their undying devotion beneath its sparkling dome. And Band-Aid imagines there’s no place for a pregnant, small-town waitress in his bull-pen or the major leagues. What happens when worthy opponents refuse to play their hearts out?
A Midsummer’s Night Dream

Do you believe in love at first sight is an illusion? Madonna’s lyrics funneled through the speaker system. I tripped going up the stairs into the alcove, as I caught a glimpse of him. Never before has a single person made such an impression on me. And no guy, with the silky nod of his head, has overwhelmed me with a gaze that seemed to penetrate me, all the way to my soul.
Weren’t there supposed to be fireworks, violins, and rose petals at a time like this? It was just my fortune, since I had bad luck fermenting in my blood, that my awe-struck moment was illuminated by the glare of college football on a television screen, the crunching of peanut shells under-foot, and stale stout stabbing my senses.
It was the fall of my junior year. I had avoided any such entanglements since I’d enrolled at IU. It was Saturday night, at McCreary’s, a bar that sits in a commercial strip mall right down the way from the movie theater on the mall side of Bloomington. As if a saloon from the Wild West, the wide plank floors are marred and scuffed. And watch where you walk, because peanut shells litter the floor. Poetry, profanity, and phone numbers whittle the wooden walls. It’s patrons are a mix of cutters and college kids. McCreary’s had some of the best sandwiches in Bloomington, with names like Casablanca, Gone with the Wind, and Call of the Wild.
Vicki and I had just seen a movie, and right then I was so dumbfounded I couldn’t remember the title.
The second I walked into the bar, I was informed that we were playing pool in the Hoosier Room. McCreary’s four pool tables sit at the four cardinal points in little alcoves cordoned off by half walls.
Vicki and I worked together at the Waffle House. While I went to class and the library, she said she’d take a pass on anything past primary. She’d only come to Bloomington to escape her small-town parents who thought marijuana was a seasoning added to brownies.
I had no desire to play pool, but I agreed because there was no talking Vicki out of something once she set her mind on it. Case in point, her hair was chartreuse right now, popsicle green, with a white lighting streak running down the side of her bangs.
We stepped into the tiny niche and one of our opponents greeted us. The lookout was tall and muscular, with dirty blond hair. His teammate was positioning his long athletic frame over the table, looking at his shot. When he heard the introductions, he looked up. He brushed his dark hair away from his blue eyes and took in Vicki, his eyes seemed to fill his face, but he didn’t sneer, which is what most jocks did when faced with Vicki. It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty; it was just that she was a lot to take in all at once. And once she started talking, it was hard for most people to listen, because her voice reminded you of a mouse trying to swallow a hurricane.
The jock nodded in greeting, and then turned toward me. His lips crinkled into a lopsided smile, and he beamed me with his killer blue eyes. I felt like I had walked straight into a beam of electrified male energy. The dimple in his chiseled cheek was so deep he could use it as a trap, and I didn’t doubt that he’d caught quite a few gals in that crevice alone.
Researchers say that we can judge the attractiveness of another person in .13 seconds. I knew he was someone I would never forget. It wasn’t just his physical appearance that ensnared me, but his eyes lasered on me like he wanted to sharpen his ego on my bones. His presence was so calm, cool and collected that I took two steps back. The hair all over my body stood up, and then knotted. I tried to blink. I couldn’t. My eyes were Super-glued on him. Vicki and the other guy were speaking, but I couldn’t hear them because blood was boiling in my ears like a thick pot of chili at the Waffle House right before Saturday afternoon kick-off.
I shook my head and told myself this wasn’t real. Love at first sight was a physical response, simple attraction. Some might call it lust. I forced my eyes away from him and listened to the introductions. His friend’s name was David, I thought. I couldn’t be sure because I was locked into a clear box with the guy leaning on his pool stick, and someone was sucking all the air from the confined space. I wanted to panic breathe.
“I’m Aidan,” he said.
I put my hand out, but when his hand came into view, I pulled mine back. His deep tenor stroked my consciousness. I was certain that he could read the nature of my attraction on my flushed face. He didn’t need the ego boost. I swallowed down my instinct to make a run for it, extended my hand again and said, “Elizabeth.”
“Elizabeth is a beautiful name.” His words were the third lure. I was a goner. “Everyone calls me Band-Aid.”

Professional Reviews

I'm not going to recount the summary of this pre-requel to Binding Arbitration, because it really is a MUST-READ! Plus, other reviews have already stated the obvious. Initially, I thought it'd be a short, fun read to pass time based on the cover, but don't let the cover fool you. Once you read Cutters vs. Jocks, you'll most definitely want to continue on to reading the follow-up, Binding Arbitration. There's more depth to the characters and stories. You will fall in love with Libby and Band-Aid as their friendship grows. I also love how the author equally expresses both characters' authentic and raw emotions with such beautiful writing. I know this review may seem vague, but you will thoroughly enjoy it as much as I did. Please give it a chance.

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Cutters vs. Jocks is a awesome find. I'm so happy it was free. I appreciated the real truths of love being scary and the length we will go to avoid being hurt...even though we are hurt by the decisions we make.

The author really did a great job of telling both Libby and Aidan's side of the story which helps me to not hate Aidan as much as I could have.

I stayed up all night to finish Libby and Aidan's story by immediately ordering Binding Arbitration!

Awesome Book!
Awesome Book!
By The Bookrunner
This review is from: Cutters Vs. Jocks, A Prequel Novella to Binding Arbitration (Kindle Edition)
I honestly did not know what to expect when I downloaded this book. The cover was bizarre (and really too lighthearted for the content of the book) and I always thought cutters were people who cut themselves. What it turned out to be was an amazingly well written story that reminded me a lot of Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire.

Libby is a Cutter - a native of the area - in college hoping to get into Harvard Law school after graduation. She has not had an easy life and is hoping to make something of herself. She catches the eye of the star baseball player Aiden, and spends a year fending him off and becoming his best friend. Aiden is intrigued by Libby, but arrogantly never sees more to her than her being a Cutter and a temporary conquest to be had. Libby knows this and is capable of protecting herself from Aiden's charms, much to his aggravation. But then, one night he saves her from some frat boys and Libby's determination is not as solid as it once was.

This story is told in alternating points of view giving the reader an honest look into each of the characters motivations, character and history. This gives the reader a strong desire for both Aiden and Libby's happiness and to know what happens with them. This is a short introduction to Marx's full length book Binding Arbitration, A Chick Lit/Contemporary Romance Novel which I will be purchasing immediately.

There is a gritty reality to this story that is compelling and addictive. There is profanity and sexual situation and conversation which are really the angst of the story. Highly recommended to readers who liked Beautiful Disaster and its raw emotionalism.

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