Saturday, February 4, 2017

Blog Tour + Review: 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.




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. 

Unapproachable. 

Daunting.

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. 

Turns.

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.

Fifteen.

Ten.

Eight.

Three.

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.

Ding. 

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

Ding.

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

What an ass.



 

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.



  a Rafflecopter giveaway

Such an enjoyable, captivating and also funny book!
As you can imagine from the title, also in this second book of the series we're dealing with a complete Douchebag. Zeke, one of the biggest D I've ever meet!
I don't want to spoiler anything, but in some case I really wanted to grab him and shake him again and again!  He was self-centred at some points, a little self-pitying in others.

Violet is really a genuine and simple girl, a real sweetheart, respected by everyone. So she's quite the opposite of Zeke!
She almost appears fragile, at least in the beginning. She's absolutely not a party girl, but she has her small circle of friends, a quiet life, without much drama.

The first meeting between Violet and Zeke is not one of the best, for sure. And one could also wonder: how in the world could such different people ever stand each other, let alone be friends or something more?
But... But... they have something in common, something important, something that has left a mark on their life. I've appreciated sooo much that Sara Ney, describing the two main characters, has delineated two different outcomes of a similar life experience! Zeke vs Violet, two antipodes.

I admit that sometimes I would have loved to tell Violet to wake up, to stop accepting Zeke's "douchebaggery", but I totally changed my mind after her discussion with Zeke in the library's study room! Her speech was just AWESOME! She got my total respect and my admiration, because I would have done the same thing!

In this book, the character who changes, who acknowledges his flaws and tries to change for the better, is Zeke. In reality, deeply, Zeke is a guy with a heart of gold, but he feels so much resentment and bitterness for what happened to him in the past. And he's scared to be burned again.
His character growth was really done greatly, chapeau to Sara Ney!

So, to finish, this was a really good book, with great banter between the characters, not too much drama, but with some serious themes dealt in a great way.




HOSTED BY:

No comments:

Post a Comment

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...