#BlogTour “Learning Hours” by Sara Ney

He’s not a douchebag;

but that doesn’t stop his friends from

turning him into one.


My musings…

5 Anti-Douchebag CROWNS

OH MY GOD!!! I absolutely love every single aspect of The Learning Hours – How to Date a Douchebag by Sarah Ney.  It is romantic comedy perfection, and I never EVER wanted their story to end.

This hero is so unlike the average romance protagonist readers meet.  He isn’t suave, isn’t drop dead gorgeous, doesn’t know how to woo women, and is completely inept in picking up on obvious and clear signals, and I absolutely adore him for it.  It isn’t possible not to fall in love with him.  Everything from his manners to his charm to his inexperience makes him completely desirable, and I had no chance to resist him, very much like the heroine of the novel.

Just like the hero, this heroine is falling into the category of one of my favorite heroines.  Even though in the beginning she is quite vapid, she slowly redeems herself by seeing the errors of her ways as she gets to know and appreciate the hero for all of his goodness. I love her spunk, her assertive nature, as well as the vulnerable nature she exposes when she is with him. I just love all parts of her.

This story is light and fun but also incredible endearing.  The progression of the relationship is absolutely perfect, and each advancement from the heroine and the awkward moments with the hero only makes me love these characters even more.  While the conflict of the story isn’t large, which is normally a crown detractor for me, my love of their journey as a couple makes up for it.  The conflict still fits with their development as a couple and as individuals. Plus, Sara Ney literally pulled on every teenage movie fantasy for the resolution, making me swoon hard.

I have always enjoyed this series, but The Learning Hours has catapulted my love of it into the stratosphere.  It is so AMAZING and an absolute must read for romantic comedy lovers.

ARC received in exchange for an honest review.


Synopsis:

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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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…


About the Author:

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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Happy reading,

8 Comments

  1. I loved the first two and can’t wait to read this one. It’s on my TBR list this weekend!

  2. Wow, your review’s sold me! I actually don’t like a lot of conflict in a romance (some conflict’s ok, because otherwise it can plod), so sounds good to me.

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