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.
SHANDA'S 5 STAR REVIEW
The Learning Hours was hands down my favorite in this series. The author has asked that we don’t spoil who the characters are so this hard to review. I will say that the hero is very different from the first two books in this series. He has a hard time getting girls and is completely clueless. His lack of self-confidence makes it hard for him to understand a girl wanting him. I adored him and was rooting for him.
I was not sure that I would like the heroine right up front but she quickly grew on me. On the surface she seems vain and full of herself. She quickly reveals that she is wanting more and is willing to dig deep to find it. This is a great story of beauty being in the eye of the beholder. That if you get to know someone without the vanity involved you start to become really turned on by all of the things a person has to offer.
I really loved all the moments of discovery for both characters in this book. The excitement and shock our hero experienced when he made headway with the heroine. And the joy and awe the heroine felt every time she discovered something more about the hero she liked. It made my heart warm.
I wish I could say more or had better words but it is hard to explain without giving stuff away. But if you like stories with an unconventional hero, bit of sweet romance, and great sexual tension you will enjoy this. For me this was just one of those books that I flew through and had a smile on my face all the way to the end.
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. Facebook | Twitter | Instagram