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    Friday, 3 February 2017

    Blog Tour: 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.







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    "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

    My rating: 5 of 5 stars

    You know those books you can imagine reading again and again and it will never and I mean never get stale??? I can see THE FAILING HOURS being one of those books. I can picture myself getting a paperback copy to put on my shelf to sit amongst my other pretties. I can even imagine myself ordering perhaps another paperback copy just as a reading copy that I could dogear the pages of. I know some of you are sitting there thinking "Natalie is being ridiculous", but I assure you that I am not. Read the damn book and you will fall under its spell too!

    I love a tortured hero. A hurt hero. An angry hero. Mad at the world and everyone in it. And that was Zeke. He had the anger downpat. He lived to intimidate, frustrate and isolate. And as a wrestler... annihilate. I really wanted to add another "-ate" in there and that was PERFECT!! Okay, so he was angry. Really, he was beyond broody or moody and I couldn't wait to discover why. So when it was revealed, I was a bit taken aback because I thought it would have been something disturbing (I read WAY too many dark-themed books), but regardless, I began to understand where he was coming from. As Vi pointed out, he was like an onion. As his layers were peeled back, we discovered the depth of his character. It wasn't that he didn't feel anything. It was that he felt everything! And what better way to avoid pain than to be the first to give it???!!! The more I read, the more I fell in love with Zeke. I loved him when he was good and even when he was bad. Whenever he messed up, I was in his corner rooting for him. His one-woman cheerleading squad. However, most of the time, I had sweet Violet for company.

    Obviously Violet was my girl! I loved this spritelike chica, stutter and all. She came across as timid and even delicate, but she held herself with such a quiet confidence that you couldn't help but admire the heck out of her. I really thought she was incredibly beautiful. She had limits and whenever I expected her to roll over and just take whatever was dished out to her, she nipped that ish in the bud. She refused to be a doormat and I respected that.

    I loved the way Vi and Zeke's opposing personalities played off of each other. How they brought the best out of each other. Whether it was Vi getting Zeke to lighten up enough to smile/laugh or it was Zeke encouraging Vi to come out of her shell more and making her comfortable enough to stop her stutter. Simple things really. They were just beautiful together. I couldn't get enough of them.

    This author created a story that resonated with me and I cannot believe it took me this long to take a chance on her. I regret it. Badly. But I'm off now to add her stuff to my TBR and to order those two paperbacks I mentioned earlier ;)

    Release Date: January 31, 2017
    Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
    POV: Dual - 1st person
    Steam: 4 out of 5
    Book Type: Standalone with crossover - Book 2 of the How to Date a Douchebag series


    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.



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