How to Date a Douchebag: The Learning Hours by Sara Ney- Blog Tour with Review & Excerpt

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 pulse. 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.

Especially her.

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4 Star Review by Ashley:

Welp, I believe in the douchebags. After hearing so many amazing things about this series from Sara Ney, I knew it was time to go for it. Oh man, The Learning Hours was such a unique and charming love story. And the start of each chapter was just the perfect touch to show the progression of Laurel and Rhett's story.

I loved Rhett. The "New Guy". The outcast among his group. The bullied. The beast with a gentle heart. Strong, Awkward. Intelligent (and when he spoke in French...swoooon). But, there's something to say about not judging the book by it's cover. Rhett isn't the best looking, far from it. His roommates don't let him forget it. Which is, coincidentally how he gets to know Laurel.

I'll be honest, it took me a while to warm up to Laurel. She was a touch full of herself but buried beneath that was a girl who just wanted someone to like her, not her face. Or cookies. While I thought to myself a time or two, 'come on girl- just leave him alone, I am so glad she didn't. Because she was just the thing Rhett needed to bring him out of himself. Her persistence paid off because she got the Rhett that nobody else did. And what a guy he is (sigh).

Sara Ney gave gave me everything with this book. Characters the grew and every emotion under the sun. There was anger, hurt, frustration, hope, longing, anticipation, pain, joy and love.I laughed and I swooned and wanted to go to battle against every single person that ever had the gall to put Rhett down. Thankfully, I didn't have to, he had Laurel for that. And she had the same in him; they saw each other. I can't say too much more because you just have to experience and fall for the newest Douchebag for yourself.

Read an Excerpt:

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.

Defeated. Tired.

My stomach rolls with nerves, nerves that have me rooted to the spot in the doorway, watching him. Just watching.

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.

Learning.

“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.

Twenty feet.

Fifteen.

Eight.

Two.

“Hi.”

No reply.

“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...

 

 

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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