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.

Especially her.

This will be a short review for The Learning Hours as we are not allowed to reveal too much of this story and who the hero is. I have to say that I was pleasantly surprised to meet the hero in The Learning Hours—so very different than the heroes in the prior books and in such a good way.

My heart gets happy when I get what I least expect while reading and my heart soared for the hero in this book. The epitome of sweet, sensitive, unknowing—just plain good and a gentleman in every sense of the word. He stole my heart. <3

I loved this story… so different than the other douchebags because of the heart this hero had.

With that being said, there were some things I didn’t love about the heroine. Mainly that sometimes humility and being humble is important in everyone. For me, she lacked a lot of that in the beginning and while I enjoyed watching her character grow into her own and see the beauty underneath, the beginning didn’t leave me with a good impression at first, so it was hard for me to connect with her throughout the story and fully fall in love with her too. In the end, the happiness they found together was so well deserved… the epilogue put a huge smile on my face.

Sara Ney knows heat and this book is freakin HOT as all hell! Like panty melting hot, hot, HOT!

Overall this was another great addition to the series. I can’t wait to hear who we get in the next book!

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…

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Book 2 – The Failing Hours

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