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Friday, February 9, 2018

[Review] How To Date a Douchebag: The Coaching Hours by Sara Ney

THERE ARE NO DOUCHEBAGS IN THIS STORY. Well, there are, but they're not who this story is about. This story is about me-the coach's daughter. When I moved to Iowa to live with my dad, the university's take-no-prisoners wrestling coach, I thought transferring would be easy as pie-living with my father would be temporary, and he'd make sure his douchebag wrestlers left me alone. Wrong on both counts. ASSHOLES ALWAYS COME OUT OF THE WOODWORK WHEN THE STAKES ARE HIGH. A bet is placed, and I'm on the table. After one humiliating night and too much alcohol, I find the last nice guy on campus. And when he offers to rent me his spare bedroom, I go all in. It's time for the nice guy to finish first. Midnight chats and spilling my problems turn to lingering touches. Lingering touches turn to more. And the ultimate good guy has the potential do more damage than any douchebags ever could.

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Review

Sara Ney really knows how to write those characters that are a pain but you always end up falling in love with anyway. Well this one is not about one of those guys. It is about the coach’s daughter. I thought she might have fallen in love with one of those wrestling dudes, but no, Sara Ney surprised me and gave an epic story. It is a romance from a guy that we all know and love. It is the sweet fellow that I wanted the story to but wasn’t sure I was going to get. Sara Ney delivered though! A true gentlemen but a few douchebags were still seen here and there.

I thought this story was different from her other books because Elliott, the main male character, was a true gentleman. I was so impressed with him. He was so sweet. It was only towards the end that I was feeling iffy about him but he made up for it. Anabelle was such a sweetheart. I loved her and the ways she dealt with everything she was given.

I will have to say that I really enjoyed this book but the other 3 were still my top favorites. Oz an Zeke just can’t be beat. They are so bad yet so good. This book was still good though and a great addition to the series. It was a fun quick read.

Excerpt

She perks up. "Wait, you've never had a back massage?" "No?" "Ever?" "Nope." "Well, what the hell? How can I, in good conscience, lie here letting you rub my back when you've never had anyone rub yours?" She scoots over, pointing to the mattress. "Lie on your stomach, I'll do you first." I wave my hands in front of me in protest. The last thing I need is her warm hands roaming my body. "No, no, you don't have to. It's not a big deal." "Are you crazy? Back massages are the best-like, better than an orgasm. You're first, so lie down." "And you call me the bossy one?" "Quit stalling and get on the bed." Obediently, I climb to the middle of my bed in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, legs hanging off the side. Next to me, the mattress dips, Anabelle on her knees, approaching my side. A finger glides down my spine. "It will be easier for me to do this if I'm sitting on you. Hope that's okay." "Is that the approved method?" "No, but my arms will get tired if I have to lean over you the whole time." "Do whatever then, I don't care." I stiffen when Anabelle swings one leg over my body, straddling my ass. Warm palms at my lower back. "You're so tense. Try to relax," she coos, making it worse. "Tilt your head to the side, that's it." I hear the lotion bottle snap open. Click closed. My roommate's palms rubbing together, warming it up. "Sorry, I don't have any actual massage oil. This will have to do." When her hands make contact with my back, I almost groan it feels so fucking good. Warm. Smooth. Pressure in all the right places, pushing gently into my muscles. Slowly. Slower still, caressing along my shoulders, thumbs and fingers working together to soothe the burning on my right side. "Doesn't this feel great?" Her soft voice cuts into the silence. "You're loosening up. That's good." I feel her leaning as her hands move up and down my spine until they stop, hovering at the base of my neck. Thumbs stroking the skin below my hairline, back and forth. Kneading. Her torso dips, hands maneuvering my arms, placing them at my sides. Palms slide up and down my biceps. For several minutes, she rubs my arms and shoulders. Then she skims down my ribcage unhurriedly, in no rush, making little humming sounds inside her throat. I know I'm not imagining the feather-light way her hands drift down my spine. I remain still, letting her touch me, basking in it. Remain still when her lips kiss the tender spot of my shoulder where it meets my neck, nose nuzzling behind my ear, her breasts rubbing against my back and what the fuck was that all about? What does she think she's doing, trying to drive me insane?

About Sara Ney

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 | Newsletter | Website

[Review Tour] Three Blind Dates by Meghan Quinn

"Good Morning Malibu, it’s another beautiful day on the west coast! I'm Noely Clark, your host: and I'm in the market for love…” When the publicity team of the new local restaurant, Going in Blind, began their search for a hot, local celebrity to promote the wildly popular eatery, they couldn’t have found a better person than me. Outgoing? Check. Single? Check. Open to finding love? Check. I signed up immediately. A hopeless romantic with an exceedingly demanding schedule, I've found it impossible to find the man of my dreams—so Going in Blind seems too good to be true! That’s until they start setting me up on dates—three very different, very attractive, very distinct blind dates—and only one thing is for certain . . . I’m in big trouble. Good Morning Malibu, I'm Noely Clark, and I have a choice to make. The question is who will I choose; the suit, the rebel, or the jock.

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Excerpt

I didn’t realize how close I was to the restaurant because I’m ten minutes early. Does that make me seem desperate? No, I chastise myself. It shows that I respect the other person’s time . . . right? God, dating is the worst. There are so many unspoken rules you have to follow to not look desperate, or to not look like a psycho, or a creep, or horny, or— “Can I help you, miss?” Straightening up, I turn toward the hostess stand, which is a beautifully carved piece of wood. Standing behind it is an exotic, tall woman with long black hair, stunning grey eyes, and a massive engagement ring on her hand. Please tell me she got that rock from dating someone in this program. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that happiness for my life is dependent on getting married, but to see a success story in the flesh—particularly for me—would be encouraging. “Hi, yes, I’m Noely Clark. I have a date at seven tonight with”—I lean forward, feeling silly and whisper—“with WindsorKnot.” Her smile is kind and reassuring, making me feel a little calmer. “Yes, Miss Clark, I have you here for seven. You’re date hasn’t arrived yet, so can I show you to the bar for a drink while you wait?” “That would be lovely, thank you.” With my clutch tucked under my arm, I follow tall, dark, and beautiful to the bar where a very handsome Asian man is standing with a towel draped over his shoulder and a bright grin on his face. He’s wearing a button-up shirt with rolled sleeves, a brown vest covering his chest, which totally channels his inner Justin Timberlake. “Danny, this is Miss Clark. She has a reservation at seven. Would you be so kind to make her whatever drink she would like?” “Of course.” He winks at the hostess who presses her warm hand on my arm. “Enjoy, Miss Clark. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. My name is Veronica, this is Danny, and we will be happy to serve you in any way.” With a parting grin, she moves back to her hostess spot. Well, she’s nice. “Miss Clark, please take a seat. What would you like?” My tight, formfitting red dress makes my hop onto the bar stool a difficult task, but with a pleading prayer to the dress gods and a swift jump, I situate myself, only breaking a minor sweat. I let out a sigh of relief and place my hands on the bar in front of me, scanning the glitzy bottles of “muscle relaxant.” “Hmm . . . how about a Moscow Mule?” “Coming right up.” He gets to work and I watch as he magically floats around the bar, pulling the ingredients. “We recently bought new copper mugs, and I’ve been dying to use them.” “Yeah? Am I the first?” Winking, he says, “You are.” If I didn’t know any better, I would say Danny is a bit of a flirt. Either that or he’s super friendly. Or simply made to be a bartender. From beneath the bar, Danny pulls out a shiny, hammered-copper mug, and I’m instantly taken by the design. So sleek, just like its surroundings. The restaurant, with its white exposed brick, natural wood features, electric colors, and stone tabletops, is sexy, yet inviting. The friendly waitstaff is an absolute bonus. Every table is cornered off in its own spot, never getting too close to the other tables around it, and the mood lighting is on point with dim Edison bulb lights hanging from the ceiling and tabletop candles. I’m feeling the mood. Despite the welcoming atmosphere, I can’t help but feel nervous, even after my brief exchange with WindsorKnot. There’s something to say about a blind date: the anticipation, the unknown, the knowledge that you’re having dinner with someone to possibly form a romantic relationship. It’s intimidating, but exhilarating all at the same time. Could this be the last time I ever go on a first date? Will he like me? Will he want to get to know me? Butterflies float around in my stomach and my cheeks heat as Danny places a napkin in front of me, topped by my drink with a lime slice on the side. “Here you go, Miss Clark. Please enjoy.” I smile politely. “Thank you.” When I take a sip, I’m instantly assaulted by the ginger-lime combination. Perfect. “This is fantastic.” “Good.” Danny winks again and like an old-time bartender, starts drying a tumbler with the towel hanging over his shoulder. Eyeing me for a second, he asks, “A little nervous?” After taking a sip from my drink, I lick my lips and nod. “Just a little.” I scrunch my nose, squinting ever so slightly. “Is it obvious?” “Nah, you look pretty chill compared to a lot of blind daters I see come through the door.” “Oh, I’m sure you see a lot of different reactions to these dates.” I lean forward, the cold wood of the bar cooling my sweaty hands, and whisper, “Any good stories you can tell me?” Danny chuckles quietly and leans forward himself, taking a look from side to side before answering. “Plenty, but looks like your date just arrived.” My date just arrived? The temperature in the room seems to go up a thousand degrees as my body seizes and my shoulders tense. “Oh God, can you see him? Is he hot? What does he look like? Should I turn around? No, I shouldn’t, he would know I was checking him out.” Whispering a little louder, I ask again, “Just tell me, is he cute?” Danny’s eyes scan over my head and his smile stretches across his face. “That’s for you to judge, not me.” Damn you, Danny. Oh Christ, I’m not ready. That’s right, I’m not freaking ready for this. I get it, I know I said I was ready, that I wanted to do this, that I was all-in, that I wanted to find my soul mate, but now that I’m here, seconds from meeting “the one,” I’m pretty sure I’m going to throw up. Yep, I’m going to throw up. I can feel it rising. Oh God, I’m going to retch all over him, right on his shoes. I know it. It’s bound to happen. “Relax, you’re going to have fun,” Danny whispers before he turns to the bottles behind him. As if the light hairs on my arm can sense it, they stand at attention as the sound of faint footsteps come closer. Click, click, click. The cement floor leaves zero room for sneaking up on anyone. Don’t throw up, don’t throw up. Think compliments, think pleasantries, think— “Hello.” Smooth molasses drips over my shoulders as the most velvet of voices I’ve ever heard echoes behind me, pulling me away from the death grip on my copper mug and turning me in my seat to face one of the most handsome and polished men I’ve ever seen.

Review

**4 Stars**

This book. Meghan has done it again! I loved everything about Three Blind Dates. It has you laughing out loud and dying to know who Noely ends up with. I'm not going to say much because I don't want to give it away, every reader needs to go on the journey to see if Noely ends up with the suit, the rebel or the jock. I will say this though, I was team jock going into this story, but by the end I am happy to say I switched teams... but which team I ended up on will be based on how the story ends! I can't wait for the next book in the series!

About Meghan Quinn

Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped. Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking. Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze! Facebook | Follow on Goodreads | Website | Amazon Author Page | Instagram | Follow on BookBub

[Review Blitz] The Soul Mate by Kendall Ryan

From New York Times Bestseller Kendall Ryan comes a sexy new stand-alone novel in her Roommates series. The smoking-hot one-night stand I was never supposed to see again? Yeah, well, I might be pregnant, and he’s my OB-GYN. Get ready to fall head over heels madly in love with the hottest OBGYN doctor you have ever met! This full-length standalone contains the most hilariously awkward lady-doctor visit, lots of playful banter and some good ol' fashioned baby-makin'!

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Review

The Soul Mate by Kendall Ryan is a cute and fun read that you can devour so fast. It brings an emotional and quick romance between two characters that barely know each other. I loved the way that Kendall Ryan brought us these two characters and built them up together. Thier backgrounds are completely opposite but the attraction is there.

Mason is the total handsome catch. I loved everything about him. His tone and his words were soothing, sexual, with a bit of possessiveness. He was an amazing book boyfriend and I loved falling in love with him. He for sure had me swooning. He was beyond caring and that makes me fall head over heels for men! Bren also amazed me. Her job was awesome and the love she had for it was astounding. I could really tell from reading that it meant the world to her. I loved her passion and her stubbornness. These characters just worked so well together.

I love when books are quick and to the point and Kendall Ryan always delivers her best work to me. The Soul Mate had all the drama, love, passion, and shock in one epic love story. I am so excited about this book, it gave me all I needed.

This super cute, fun read by Kendall Ryan is the perfect thing if you're needing something quick to devour. I couldn't help but love Mason and Bren. What was supposed to be a one night stand, might have turned into something more. But is it something they want to give in to or will it favor be a one night stand?

Mason was the perfect book boyfriend when I read it. He is handsome, a doctor and everything I wanted him to be. He was ultra-caring and wanted to find his soulmate. He has serious swooning powers and I couldn't get enough of him. Watching him with Bren was even better. I loved watching these two get to know each other and watch their relationship grow and develop.

Kendall always delivers a book that is quick and to the point, which I love. I can't wait to see what else she brings us!

About Kendall Ryan

A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than two dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 2 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world. Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than three dozen times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine. She lives in Texas with her husband and two sons.

Visit her at: www.kendallryanbooks.com for the latest book news, and fun extras

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