✿Title: How To Date A Douchebag✿
✿Series: The Studying Hours #1✿
✿Author: Sara Ney✿
✿Genre: NA Romance✿
✿Release Date: September 13, 2016✿
CRUDE. ARROGANT. A**HOLE.
No doubt about it, Sebastian ‘Oz’ Osborne is the university’s most celebrated student athlete—and possibly the biggest douchebag. A walking, talking cliché, he has a filthy mouth, a fantastic body, and doesn’t give a sh*t about what you or anyone else thinks.
SMART. CLASSY. CONSERVATIVE.
Make no mistake, Jameson Clarke may be the university’s most diligent student—but she is no prude. Spending most of her time in the hallowed halls of the library, James is wary of pervs, jocks, and douchebags—and Oz Osborne is all three.
She’s smart, sarcastic—and not what he expected.
…EVERY DOUCHBAG HAS HIS WEAKNESS.
He wants to be friends.
He wants to spend time with her.
He wants to drive her crazy.
“…It isn’t often that I find a book where a female author has tapped into the mind of a male character so well that you forget he isn’t a real person….” -Goodreads Review
“…Sara Ney has this one in the bag, as it is one of the best romance comedies I have read in a while…I found myself staying up all night — I could not put the book down. …” -Goodreads Review
“…This is a book you must read. So wickedly funny. Ridiculously entertaining. If you like the jerks as much as I do, you will go head-over-heels in love with How To Date A Douchebag! I started this one late one night and had to move to the couch so I didn’t wake up my husband…” -Author Adriana Locke
Jameson’s face is an impassive mask. “Hayley told me you broke up with your last girlfriend over Twitter.”
A grimace twists my mouth into a frown. “Oh, Hayley told you, did she? Didn’t your mother teach you not to listen to rumors?”
“Yes, but in my defense, she wasn’t my girlfriend. She was a pity f**k who turned into a clinger.”
“A Twitter breakup?” This time Jameson winces. “That’s bad.”
“Sorry, but it’s the truth. It was the only way to get rid of her. Trust me, I did her a favor.”
“How is that doing her a favor? She was probably humiliated!” Then, “Can I ask what the tweet said?”
I chuckle. “Why don’t you just go on Twitter and look for yourself.”
Those fascinating eyes, which have been judging me for the past few minutes, narrow into bright blue slits as she drags her phone across the table, flips it over, and unlocks the screen.
“What name am I looking for?”
“OneTapUofI. All one word.”
Narrowed eyes widen, dark eyebrows shoot up. Her pert mouth falls open a fraction in horror when she finds it. “This is terrible! You are so crude.”
I chuckle again. “Read it out loud so I can get a good laugh.”
“Oh come on, Jim! She had it coming.”
“No! You called her a troll—that is so uncalled for.” She glances down at the screen of her phone. “This whole tweet is terrible.”
“Careful, you’re repeating yourself.”
She titters. “You said it, not me.”
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.
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