My rating: 6 of 5 stars
The old adage states: “Never judge a book by its cover.” Often a cover makes you stop but the words make you stay. If you literally eye-stalk the three book covers from Sara Ney’s How to Date a Douchebag series, you’ll think they are hot, sexy stories that may make you blush. Once you meet Sara Ney’s words inside, you’ll be completely WOWED!!! How to Date a Douchebag: The Learning Hours is as stunning as its cover, a book even more beautiful inside than out, a book that BROKE ME in the best way!
I was CAPTIVATED and so WHOLEHEARTEDLY CONSUMED from the start, as Sara Ney’s words drew me in like a moth to a flame. I. COULD. NOT. PUT. THIS. SPELLBINDING STORY. DOWN!!! How to Date a Douchebag: The Learning Hours was my drug, and I could not get a big enough hit of this heady fix. The push and pull made me BREATHLESS! I felt the RUSH of this romance … so raw … so relentless … so WOW!!!
I love a good challenge, and he’s giving me one whether he intends to or not.
This Douchebag is DIFFERENT than the rest. How to Date a Douchebag: The Learning Hours is UNIQUE with a powerful plot that will penetrate your heart from the start. You’ll instantly fall in love with the beautifully broken hero, one you’ll want to hug so hard. You’ll love the gorgeous and spirited heroine too but it may take longer to warm up to her as she will have to win you over first. You’ll love every piece of this POWERFUL TALE.
How to Date a Douchebag: The Learning Hours started out slow but a burn built that beckoned me right into the flames as my heart caught fire, a slow burn seeping into my soul. This SLOW BURN bleeds angst! The sexual tension is TOTAL INTOXICATION!!! I was so IMMERSED with this hero and heroine that I felt their frustration too, and it just made me crave more…all the delicious angst!
I slowly slide my skin across his. Flesh to flesh. My pulse quickens at the contact. Our eyes connect; I know he feels it too.
This hero and heroine are MAGICAL together! I felt their chemistry combust..so hot and heady! I felt their palpable connection. I felt the sensuality smoke through me. I FELT IT ALL!!!
“You should see yourself,” she whispers on a whimper. “You’re gorgeous.”
And in this moment, I believe her. I have to.
These words?!? They penetrated me like a knife, twisting and turning around my heart. I SWOONED and SHATTERED!!! This hero tore my heart apart—this broken beauty—and my heart hurt like his. I LOVED this perfectly imperfect man!!! I FELL so hard for both the beautifully broken hero, and the stunningly gorgeous and confident heroine.
I’m not out of his league; he’s out of mine.
I LOST MYSELF in this last series book, How to Date a Douchebag: The Learning Hours, vanishing into this life-altering story—UTTERLY SPELLBOUND—as it seized every part of me: body, heart, and soul. This love story is an ALL-CONSUMING CLINGER that clung to my heart so hard; I could not and did not want to let go!!! I don’t want to let this humorous, heated, and heartfelt series go! Oh how I already miss these Douchebags, all so different but all endearing!!! These characters centered around a college wrestling team still feel like family and I’m not ready to bid them farewell.
How to Date a Douchebag: The Learning Hours is so HEARTBREAKINGLY BEAUTIFUL! Beauty is found best from within and this book BLEEDS BEAUTY in a love story that is incredible, inspirational, and PERFECTLY IMPERFECT. Fierce, flawed, and feel-worthy, this fractured fairytale of a romance is ALL THE THINGS!!! ALL THE FEELS!!! ALL THE LOVE!!! ALL THE STARS for a story that SLAYS ALL OF THE SOUL!!!
How to Date a Douchebag: The Learning Hours is another top 2017 read!!!
🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 but worth all the soul-slaying stars
He’s not a douchebag; but that doesn’t stop his friends from turning him into one.
MY FRIENDS WANT ME TO GET LAID.
So much so that they plastered my ugly mug all over campus, in bold printed letters:
Are you the lucky lady who’s going to break our roommate’s cherry?
Him: socially awkward man with average-sized penis looking for willing sexual partner. You: must have a pulse. He will reciprakate with oral. Text him at: 555-254-5551
The morons can’t even spell. And the texts I’ve been receiving are what wet dreams are made of. But I’m not like these douchebags, no matter how hard they try to turn me into one.
THIS ISN’T THE KIND OF ATTENTION I WANT.
One text stands out from hundreds. One number I can’t bring myself to block. She seems different. Hotter, even in black and white.
However, after seeing her in person, I know she’s not the girl for me. But my friends won’t let up–they just don’t get it. Douchebags or not, there’s one thing they’ll never understand: GIRLS DON’T WANT ME.
He’s seated at a table in the far corner when I spot him from the door. He’s not hard to miss—not with his purple t-shirt in a sea of black and yellow, and wavy mussed hair.
He’s slouching, hunched over his table.
My stomach rolls with nerves, nerves that have me rooted to the spot in the doorway, watching him.
For the entire four minutes I stand here, he sits immobile, studying his laptop, eyes moving along the screen, completely transfixed by whatever he’s reading.
“Just go over there,” I whisper to myself, blowing out a puff of pent-up air.
I put one foot in front of the other and begin toward him, spine ramrod straight, steeling myself, prepared for another argument.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” I lay my hand on the back of the wooden chair across from him, intending to pull it out.
He stiffens but doesn’t lift his head. “Yes I mind.”
“Would you mind if I sat at the table next to you?” I’m pushing his buttons, looking for a reaction, but he only spares me a brief glance.
Shrugs. “Free country.”
I bite my lip to hide a smile, glad he didn’t tell me to take a hike…
A MUST-MEET ROMANCE!!!
Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.
She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.
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