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.
I've been lucky enough to have been able to read each of the three books in this series, and I enjoyed the story of Oz and Jameson, loved Zeke and Violet, but this story? Pretty much has my heart. A Beauty and the Beast type story, except our hero doesn’t act like a boorish uncivilized brute. Within the first few chapters, my heart wasn't exactly happy, with what was going on and the way our young hero was being treated. I understand to a degree the hazing that can happen, but for real though, the team was definitely out of bounds for what they did at the restaurant.
The female lead character came across as shallow at the start of the book, but at least she can admit she’s shallow. Doesn’t excuse her behavior, but at least she’s got enough self awareness to own her shallowness. It doesn’t take that long for her to see whole package of the male lead character, because he’s such a sweetheart. One big plus is that he's not a manwhore (I'm so far over that trope I don't want to see it in my rearview mirror). Since he's not the most handsome of men, he doesn't have a lot of experience when it comes to the opposite sex, and I found it so adorable how clueless he was at times.
I liked how this story wrapped up and was happy to see these two get their HEA!
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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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