Thursday, February 2, 2017

[Release Tour + Giveaway] How To Date A Douchebag: The Failing Hours 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. 



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. 


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.





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.


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


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

What an ass.

5 Stars!

Douchebag Says What?

"..I remind myself, he is just a guy...An insensitive guy. Intimidating. Cold. Callous. Complicated. The moodiest, broodiest, douchebaggiest guy I have ever met."

Yikes, did Sara Ney give her readers a character you almost can't like or love. This guy teetered on the edge of douchebaggery so long I didn't think he would be able to come back. Just like OZ in the first book of the series, Zeke has some serious personality problems.

"Violet DeLuca is my opposite in every sense of the word."

Which is what makes this book just that good. Nothing like a good opposites attract romance, plus they both have a little emotional baggage they still drag around which makes the story that much better for me.

While you think you know how things are going to go, as in they finally get together, the end. It's the backstory of these characters that kept me going. The fact that they were both struggling with emotions and relationships made it much more interesting and kept the angst factor high.

"Zeke Daniels doesn't just want sex; he wants something more-I feel it in my heart. He's seeking something-the same thing I am."

She sees it, we see it page after page, it's getting that big lug to see it himself. He's a good guy, deep, deep, deeeeeeep down and little Violet is just the girl to teach him how to man up. To finally put him in his place, all the while keeping her heart intact.

"I'm a beautiful mess. You're just beautiful."

On the emotional roller coaster ride we go with Zeke and Violet. Of course I am wanting her to quit wasting time with this guy, but then he spits out a line like above and I really want her to give him a chance. In reality he is a little boy lost, never learning how to love.

The book is well written from dual points of view. Along with Violet and Zeke, OZ and James are also front and center to help this new "couple" out. I liked getting to see where they were in their relationship as well. The Failing Hours is a great addition to the series and I'm excited to see who's up next. 

4.5 Stars!

Sara Ney stole my heart when she gave me the Studying Hours, book one in this addictive series. But not she is back with the second standalone installment to this series... hiking up the emotions, feels, steam, fun, and of course the douchebagness in this book. Sara Ney had her work cut out for her in this book with these two characters but never fear, she pulled it off expertly and with ease.

How To Date A Douchebag: The Failing Hours was the perfect afternoon romance to warm up my day and send my heart a'racing. This book sucked my in from page one and I did not come back up for air until I had devoured it cover to cover.

Zeke and Violet... these two are going to kill you with their actions, slay you with the words, and make you swoon with their feels (yep quite the contradiction at times... complicated too). These two... wow they couldn't have been more opposite in so many ways yet so perfect for each other at the same time. I went on quite a journey with these two... showing me each moment was worth it by the end. I swooned, smiled, laughed, got angry, found myself on the edge of my seat, fell into unlikable hate lust (LOL!) and fell head over heels in love by the end.

If you like angst, romance, and two love/hate characters, then this book is totally for you.

I highly recommend this series.

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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