Release Tour – How To Date A Douchebag: The Failing Hours (How To Date A Douchebag #2) By Sara Ney

Title: How To Date A Douchebag: The Failing Hours
Author: Sara Ney
Genre: New Adult, Sports Romance, College Romance
Release Date: January 31, 2017


Zeke Daniels isn’t just a douchebag; he’s an asshole. 

A total and complete jerk, Zeke keeps people at a distance. He has no interest in relationships—most assholes don’t. 

Dating? Being part of a couple? Nope. Not for him.
He’s never given any thought to what he wants in a girlfriend, because he’s never had any intention of having one. 

Shit, he barely has a relationship with his family, and they’re related; his own friends don’t even like him. 
So why does he keep thinking about Violet DeLuca? 
Sweet, quiet Violet—his opposite in every sense of the word.

The light to his dark, even her damn name sounds like rays of sunshine and happiness and shit.

And that pisses him off, too.

Best Read of 2017! A one click must for any lover of hot, sexy romance done RIGHT ! [This] story is the quintessential slow burn effect…Zeke will come to own your body and soul–I am OBSESSED with this series and The Failing Hours has just shot to my ‘Best of All Time’ list. Be prepared to fall in love with a douche bag and the woman who sets him straight. ” – Books and Boys Book Blog
“That was EVERYTHING I expected, wanted, dreamed of. . . this is a MUST FREAKING READ. UNFORGETTABLE goodness. NA romance at it’s best.”  – Angie’s Dreamy Reads
“Sara Ney has delivered a sexy, jerkwad douchebag with soul-deep feelings and the sweet, kind, unassuming girl to reach his hidden heart in one of the best NA romantic comedies I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. Ney’s impeccable writing, fresh characters, and feel-good story will stick with you forever.” – Bestselling Author Staci Hart
“I took so much pleasure in Zeke’s looming destruction (insert evil laugh)….” – The Reading Belles

The clock on the wall counts the seconds, steady as the rhythm of my beating heart, which thumps wildly within my chest until the glass door to the library opens, propelled by a gust of wind.


Some new fallen leaves flutter in, the heavy doors slamming from the draft.


Along with them? Zeke Daniels.


He shuffles in, dark gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, black Iowa Wrestling hoodie pulled up over his head, the university’s bright yellow mascot screen-printed across the chest. Backpack slung over one shoulder, black athletic flip-flops, and a pair of black sunglasses perched on the bridge of his strong nose complete the overall ensemble.

He is utterly…ridiculous. 


Unapproachable. 


Daunting.


His arrogance knows no bounds; I can see it in his loose gait, the exaggerated swagger, and the too-casual way he’s dragging his flip-flops across the cold, marble tile floor. It’s noisy, irritating, and completely uncalled for. 


In the moment, my mind drifts to his personal life, and I theorize that he listens to heavy metal music to sooth his foul temperament, drinks his coffee black—as black as his soul—and his liquor straight up. I imagine once he’s had sex with someone, they’re never invited back. I go one step further and theorize that they’re never invited to spend the night at his place, either.


Zeke Daniels makes his way to a table at the far end of the room, near the periodicals, one out of the way with plenty of privacy.


Sets his bag down in one of the four wooden chairs. Flicks on the small study lamp. Plugs his laptop cord into the base and stands. 


Turns.


Our eyes would have met then were it not for those ludicrous sunglasses. I choose the exact moment he lifts his gaze to look down at the ground. Busy myself with shuffling papers on the counter. Count to ten instead of chanting, Please don’t come over, please don’t come over, please don’t come over…


But luck isn’t on my side because he most decidedly does. 


Makes his way over like a predator at a pace so deliberate, I’m convinced he’s doing it on purpose. As if he suspects I’m watching from under my long lashes, dreading his imminent arrival.


He basks in my discomfort.


The distance between us closes, his strides purposeful.


Twenty feet.


Fifteen.


Ten.


Eight.


Three.


His large hand reaches up, pushing down the hood of his sweatshirt, his fingertips pinching the earpiece of his sunglasses and pulling them off his face. My eyes follow the movements as he folds them closed, hanging them on the neckline of his hoodie. 


His gaze lingers—those clear gray eyes famous around campus—and finds the shiny silver bellhop bell perched on the counter with the sign next to it that reads, Ring for help.


Ding. 


The tip of his forefinger presses down on the small bell.


Ding.


He hits it again, despite me standing not three feet in front of him.


What an ass.

My Review –

5 Toasty Stars!!

*I volunteered to review a copy of this book from Enticing Journey Book Promotions*

Thank you so very much Enticing Journey Book Promotions!! I am extremely honored and grateful!! 🙂

This was my first time reading Ms.Ney’s work and Holy Cow!! I absolutely LOVED it!! I seriously stayed up all night devouring this bad boy!! Once I started I couldn’t stop nor did I want to! At first because i wanted to punch the hero or better yet the douchebag, I had to cover my mouth as squealed due to certain things that happened, I fist pumped the air because I was right at times, I cried because both of the main characters pain hit me in such a way my emotions could not be controlled, I laughed so hard I snorted (Judge Me and I’m looking at you Oz), and last but certainly not least I smiled too many times to count because this book made me so stinking HAPPY. As you can probably tell I felt everything under the sun.

Ms.Ney made me fall very hard for a Douchebag and I’m not even sorry. Her writing drew me in from the beginning. It was fantastic! I was so glad it was told in Dual POVs. Her secondary characters were as entertaining as the main ones so much that they stole the show at times *Cough Cough* Oh what do you know, Oz again. It’s very rare when I devour a book from midnight to morning and I don’t regret one second of lost sleep. I can’t wait to to read Oz’s book The Studying Hours!! I am also looking forward to picking up more of Ms.Ney’s work too!

 

This book was all I wanted it to be and more! It made me realize we never truly know what makes a person tick unless there is a listening ear. That’s one thing I know I don’t do enough – listen. I also am rarely vocal. Holding things in isn’t healthy especially when it’s eating away at you until there is almost nothing left. Ms.Ney Thank you so very much for showing me I have a voice and it’s time I used it. Thank you for also showing me that having a listening ear can do wonders for not only others but myself as well. I adore you. ❤

How To Date A Douchebag: The Failing Hours is about Violet DeLuca and Ezekiel Daniels. When they meet for the first time at the library things don’t get off to a great start for this rude wrestler and smart as can be woman. They are polar opposites – Vi is a total sweetheart and Zeke is well. . . a total Douchebag. They both get under each other’s skin. As she spends more time with him during their tutoring sessions and run-ins Violet can’t help but want to learn all about him despite his attitude. Will they learn how to get along and maybe feel something other than just ‘like’? And can Violet break down Zeke’s walls? Or were they doomed from the start? One thing is for certain though – The Fall hurts.

If you haven’t already One-Clicked, What are you waiting for?!?! I’m not giving you a stink eye or anything. . . but it’d be pretty darn cool if you Bought this book Right Now. Trust me when I say this – it’s AMAZEBALLS! Violet and Zeke’s story is not one to be missed!! You won’t regret picking it up. I hope you love it as much as I did (Or very close because I LOVED this book so much)! 5 Stars all around!! 🙂

Purveyor of all things witty & romantic, I love: iced latte’s, traveling, and bright, bold colors. On any given day, you can find me in my office, lovingly gazing at my bookshelf or shuffling my Bic felt-tip pen collection. I love hand writing letters, and sarcasm. 


I live in the midwest, but “Will Write for Travel,” and believe everyone should follow their dreams, no matter how big or small. My favorite authors include Cindy Miles, S Walden, Suzanne Enoch, Tessa Dare (to name a few). I am a glutton for Historical, RomCom, Sports and MC romance.


One husband. Two daughters. Plenty of chaos.

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