THERE ARE NO DOUCHEBAGS IN THIS STORY.
Well, there are, but they’re not who this story is about.
This story is about me—the coach’s daughter.
When I moved to Iowa to live with my dad, the university’s take-no-prisoners wrestling coach, I thought transferring would be easy as pie—living with my father would be temporary, and he’d make sure his douchebag wrestlers left me alone.
Wrong on both counts.
ASSHOLES ALWAYS COME OUT OF THE WOODWORK WHEN THE STAKES ARE HIGH.
A bet is placed, and I’m on the table. After one humiliating night and too much alcohol, I find the last nice guy on campus. And when he offers to rent me his spare bedroom, I go all in. It’s time for the nice guy to finish first.
Midnight chats and spilling my problems turn to lingering touches. Lingering touches turn to more.
And the ultimate good guy has the potential do more damage than any douchebags ever could.
An Excerpt from The Coaching Hours
She perks up. “Wait, you’ve never had a back massage?”
“Well, what the hell? How can I, in good conscience, lie here letting you rub my back when you’ve never had anyone rub yours?” She scoots over, pointing to the mattress. “Lie on your stomach, I’ll do you first.”
I wave my hands in front of me in protest. The last thing I need is her warm hands roaming my body. “No, no, you don’t have to. It’s not a big deal.”
“Are you crazy? Back massages are the best—like, better than an orgasm. You’re first, so lie down.”
“And you call me the bossy one?”
“Quit stalling and get on the bed.”
Obediently, I climb to the middle of my bed in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, legs hanging off the side. Next to me, the mattress dips, Anabelle on her knees, approaching my side.
A finger glides down my spine. “It will be easier for me to do this if I’m sitting on you. Hope that’s okay.”
“Is that the approved method?”
“No, but my arms will get tired if I have to lean over you the whole time.”
“Do whatever then, I don’t care.”
I stiffen when Anabelle swings one leg over my body, straddling my ass. Warm palms at my lower back.
“You’re so tense. Try to relax,” she coos, making it worse. “Tilt your head to the side, that’s it.”
I hear the lotion bottle snap open. Click closed. My roommate’s palms rubbing together, warming it up. “Sorry, I don’t have any actual massage oil. This will have to do.”
When her hands make contact with my back, I almost groan it feels so fucking good. Warm. Smooth. Pressure in all the right places, pushing gently into my muscles.
Slower still, caressing along my shoulders, thumbs and fingers working together to soothe the burning on my right side.
“Doesn’t this feel great?” Her soft voice cuts into the silence. “You’re loosening up. That’s good.”
I feel her leaning as her hands move up and down my spine until they stop, hovering at the base of my neck. Thumbs stroking the skin below my hairline, back and forth.
Her torso dips, hands maneuvering my arms, placing them at my sides. Palms slide up and down my biceps.
For several minutes, she rubs my arms and shoulders. Then she skims down my ribcage unhurriedly, in no rush, making little humming sounds inside her throat.
I know I’m not imagining the feather-light way her hands drift down my spine. I remain still, letting her touch me, basking in it.
Remain still when her lips kiss the tender spot of my shoulder where it meets my neck, nose nuzzling behind my ear, her breasts rubbing against my back and what the fuck was that all about? What does she think she’s doing, trying to drive me insane?
This book is very different from the others in the series. The hero in this book is more of the anti-douchebag, which I loved!!!! If you read the others in the series, just be prepared that this one won’t contain that super cocky athlete that you want to junk punch every other chapter! This one you will want to cuddle up with on the couch and watch movies with, and joke with and just generally fall head over heels for and not feel so guilty about doing it. In the other books, I never wanted to like the hero, but ended up falling for anyway! Sara just has a knack for making us fall and fall hard.
When this one started I thought, Oh no here we go! This is going to be a bad situation…. I truly thought this book was about a different character, with the male role. So we know she’s the coaches daughter, and while the wrestling team is warned to stay far far away from the sweet girl, they don’t all listen… I knew that I would be in for a ride, but this was a truly unexpected one. When Annabelle’s heart is broken by the mean things that she hears, she’s greeted in the library by a stranger. He’s a little annoyed that she’s stolen his spot to study, but that annoyance quickly turns to something else…
Gah it’s so hard to write this cause I want to spill everything that I loved so much and ruin the plot because it’s just so clever! When Anabelle needs to get out of her parents home she jumps at the chance to move in with the sweet boy next door type, who just happens to be the man from the library. How hard could it be to live with a guy? But she quickly finds out that living with a sweet man isn’t as easy at all. Elliot is simply one of the good ones. He has a great heart, great family and he’s just easy going. He’s the right choice in every way imaginable. But he’s also not going to be around forever. Elliot is moving on to grad school soon and neither one needs to get involved in a complicated relationship.
Sara does a fabulous job building the tension between Elliot and Anabelle! I found myself cheering them on, and just waiting for it to happen! It’s a bittersweet moment, knowing that it’s soon going to have to end. I have to say what I thought was going to happen… didn’t at all! The story was well done and the plot hidden enough that I was surprised the whole way through!
Elliot was super sweet and completely unexpected and I fell completely head over heels for him! While this wasn’t what I expected I did love every minute of this story. If you haven’t given this series a shot yet, I don’t think you’ll be disappointed if you read this one. You don’t need to read the rest of the series to understand the dynamic between all the characters. I highly recommend this one, especially if you love a sweet hero that will keep you rooting for true love the whole way!
Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.
She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.