Friday 3 February 2017

How To Date A Douchebag: The Failing Hours - Sara Ney - Release Tour


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.













4.5 Stars 

I thoroughly enjoyed the first book in this series, but in my honest opinion this story surpasses the first book.  Although this is the second title in the How to Date a Douchebag series, it could be read as a standalone, although the hero and heroine of The Studying Hours, do appear within this story line. 

Ezekiel Daniels aka. Zeke is one complicated hero.  He's angry, antisocial, intimidating and acts like the world owes him something.  Zeke is one enigmatic character with layers upon layers that draw you further into this story. As much as you want to hate Zeke, Ms. Ney has created a character you are inexplicably drawn to even though he's anything but endearing.  He is so much more than he appears underneath his cold, callous and abrasive exterior is a very deep thinker, who is a product of his upbringing. 

Violet our heroine, on the other hand is timid, shy, sweet, sassy, sensitive and quiet.  She suffers from a stutter and lacks self confidence.  She's incredibly endearing and has the patience of a saint, to put up with Zeke's infuriating personality. 

The Failing hours is a slow burn romance and this pair have much more in common than it appears.  Although they are complete opposites, they share a special connection and Vi definitely brings out the best in Zeke's character.   I loved the banter between this pair, so many scenes had me laughing out loud.  The Failing Hours, is told from a dual point of view, allowing us to see the inner thoughts of both the hero and heroine.  

I thoroughly enjoyed The Failing Hours, another great addition to the How to Date a Douchebag series.  I thoroughly recommend this book to lovers of New Adult romance, or college romance stories.  I was completely captivated by this engaging and entertaining read and cannot wait for more from Ms. Ney.


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.










 



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.