I freaking love this book so, so much. It reminded me of my own personal love story with my hubby. I swear my hubby and Rhett have got to be the same person. The only difference would be that Rhett is from the south and my man is from Scotland. They both have sexy as fuck accents that make panties drop without asking.
This review is not going to be messy at all. I’m going to keep it 100% pretty for you guys.
How To Date A Douchbag – The Learning Hours by Sara Ney was the perfect icing on the cake for this series. For those who don’t know, this is book 3.
Let’s here from the author before I start my review. . .
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 a pulse. He will reciprakate with oral. 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.
I don’t know why in the H, E, double L my ass hasn’t reviewed the first two books in this series on my blog as I have enjoyed every single one, but whatever. We are going to chat about this baby right here.
Rhett is my future baby daddy. He reminded me of my husband when we first met so fucking much. A man who had no idea how amazing they were to the point of foolishness. Cute foolishness but foolishness nonetheless.
After reading book one and two, I thought I knew where book three would go. I figured it would be similar to the others. You know, the popular wrestler who decides he’s ready to be a one woman man. Well, damn, that wasn’t what this story was about whatsoever. Sara Ney did the damn thing and twisted it up on us to let readers know that she is not a predictable writer.
Rhett is the sweetest. His heart is huge and filled with nothing but love. I don’t think he could hate something or someone if he tried with everything in his soul.
Laurel. . .she’s BAE. I could rock with her. She’s the type of female that I would go out for drinks with. She’s beautiful and she knows it, more than that, she owns it. Yasssssss!!!!! I’m all about a woman who knows her worth. Plus, I have a thing for redheads. They’re crazy as fuck, just like me.
How they meet… Classic.
How they get to know each other… Beautiful.
The way they grow… Perfect.
Yeah, I’m straight up in love with their love.
But nothing is easy and insecurities and misunderstandings run deep. Word left unspoken sting. Even though some of those words are said in French – yes, ladies, French. They don’t count if the other person can’t understand you.
“J’ai peur de t’aimer.” I’m afraid to let myself like you. Behind a cloak of ambiguity, knowing she couldn’t possibly understand, I whisper the words I’d only reserved for myself. “Je the vex tellement.” I want you so bad. – Rhett
I’m not a mushy person but Rhett’s similarities to my husband had me feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Rhett is all man but he is also something more, a gentleman. He’s a rare bred. They don’t make them like him anymore. He’s like the modern day Jamie from Outlander. If anyone reading this doesn’t know about Jamie I need you to figure out life because he is EVERYTHING. Not knowing about Jamie is like living without Amazon Prime. You just can’t do it.
Back to my review.
At first I wasn’t 100% for sure about Laurel because was coming off like a bitch, but then I was like, “I say shit like that all the time. Ok, I like her.” As Rhett’s personality started to shine, I was over here like, “Yassss, bitch! Yassss!” I wanted them to work so, so bad. The angst was real.
Do I recommend this book? Yes, I do.
Will I read more books by Sara Ney? I sure as hell will.
I told y’all I was gonna keep it pretty.
TTYL, lovers. . .
Stalk all things messy…
2 thoughts on “How To Date A Douchbag – The Learning Hours by Sara Ney”
Hahaha I love your reviews!! I think I need to read this series! Jesus………
Thank you loads and loads! I was pleasantly surprised how much I enjoyed this series.