Series: How to Date a Douchebag #3
Published by Self-Published on September 26th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Sports Romance
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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.
Sara Ney has done it again! The Learning Hours is an unexpectedly heartwarming romantic comedy, as well as a fantastic addition to the addictive How to Date a Douchebag series.
This story is a departure from the premise established in the previous Douchebag books, but it’s no less delightful. Rather than having a hero who is an utter tool, the hero in this book is a kind, gentle soul through and through. It’s the heroine who is a supremely shallow ass.
I loved that the hero is vulnerable and humble yet tough. The heroine readily admits to being an egotistical beatch, but it only makes her growing insecurities and frustrations all the more satisfying. I enjoyed the pacing of her emotional development as well as the progression of their romantic relationship.
If you’re fond of super jerks, this book has you covered. There are plenty of über douchebags—both male and female—to enjoy hating. The ridiculously trifling teammates, in particular, are both annoying and entertaining.
The Learning Hours is a funny, scorching, feel-good treat.
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**ARC received in exchange for an honest review.**
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…