Scoring Wilder: RS Grey

Blurb:

With Olympic tryouts on the horizon, the last thing nineteen-year-old Kinsley Bryant needs to add to her plate is Liam Wilder. He's a professional soccer player, America's favorite bad-boy, and has all the qualities of a skilled panty-dropper.

• A face that makes girls weep – check. 
• Abs that can shred Parmesan cheese (the expensive kind) – check. 
• Enough confidence to shift the earth’s gravitational pull – double check.

Not to mention Liam is strictly off limits . Forbidden. Her coaches have made that perfectly clear. (i.e. “Score with Coach Wilder anywhere other than the field and you’ll be cut from the team faster than you can count his tattoos.”) But that just makes him all the more enticing…Besides, Kinsley's already counted the visible ones, and she is not one to leave a project unfinished.

Kinsley tries to play the game her way as they navigate through forbidden territory, but Liam is determined to teach her a whole new definition for the term “team bonding.” 

Review: 4 Stars

Scoring Wilder was actually a cute read.  It combines the allure of a forbidden student-teacher  relationship with the excitement of catching the eye of a celebrity.  Liam Wilder is a popular professional soccer player who starts to coach a university-level women's soccer team.  Even though dating him is forbidden, all the girls are gaga over him.  It just so happens that he has his eye on Kinsley, a freshman who is set to take the world by storm herself.

“ If he were interested in any of the rest of us, we would have done exactly what you're doing. You’re just the lucky… or maybe unlucky one.”

To be honest, I don't like the idea that a guy can have any girl he wants and the relationship happens because the girl is lucky that he pursued her.  The idea undermines chemistry and make women seem like lemmings.  That aside, I think there was actually a strong connection between Kinsley and Liam.

I like the quirky sense of humour the author brings to Kinsley

“My fingers dragged across his chiseled abs, adoring every single contour. This is your life now. You are the person that sleeps next to this set of abs. Also, this set of abs is attached to a man that probably has some major neurological damage since out of all the models in the world, he’s chosen you and your flat-ass.

“Hey, I like your ass. It’s not flat,” he said right after I realized that my internal monologue had actually been an external monologue. “Also, I’m more than just my abs.” 

“Of course you are, babe. Of course you are.”
Don’t worry, abs. I’m actually here for you." 

“Yeah, still out loud,” he smiled, pulling me into his side.”

I also enjoyed that the book centres on a female athlete -- first one I've read amidst several male athlete-driven books.