The Coaching Hours by Sara Ney | Review + Excerpt


Publisher: self-pubbed
Release Date: February 5, 2018
Source of my copy: InkSlinger
Series: How to Date a Douchebag #4
My rating:

Synopsis
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.


The Coaching Hours is the fourth book in Sara Ney's How to Date a Douchebag series and the last. However, it can be read as a standalone so feel free to jump into this one without reading the first three books. 

I read the first two books in the series. To be honest I wasn't too impressed with The Studying Hours, but I really, really enjoyed The Failing Hours. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to pick up The Learning Hours (but I will soon!) because I had to get my thoughts up for The Coaching Hours for the blog tour. Before reading this book I was very curious how I'd feel about it since I had complete opposite opinions when it came to the first two books and I am happy to say that I liked The Coaching Hours a lot.

Unlike The Studying Hours and The Failing Hours and like the synopsis warns: there are no douchebags in this story. Since I read this book early, before many of the reviews came out, I went into the book in the dark of who Ms. Ney is going to pair up the coach's daughter Anabelle. And there were a couple of contenders too, until Ms. Ney revealed the true hero in chapter two. And I was very happy when I found out who it was because we've met him previously in Oz and Zeke's book and I was hoping he'd get his own book. I'm talking about sweet, non-jock Elliot, of course.

I am a sucker for a good, slow burn friends-to-lovers romance and The Coaching Hours certainly delivered. I love the genuine friendship that developed between Anabelle and Elliot before thing inevitably heated up because right from the start these two were secretly attracted to each other. I do really love their relationship arc--it's my favorite thing in the novel. Anabelle and Elliot were wonderful characters individually as well. Anabelle was feisty and has an inner strength that shines through and Elliot was the absolute sweetest. I love the chemistry and the tension between them as they figure out their attraction and feelings for each other.

And because The Coaching Hours is the last book in the series, I was so happy to see my faves from the previous novel make an appearance and we get an update on what they've been up to. That one douchebag character that appears in all the books even got a nice redemption arc, which I appreciated. So, if you're a fan of this series, The Coaching Hours is a must-read as Ms. Ney did a really good job rounding out the HEAs for all our faves.

Overall, The Coaching Hours was a fun, sweet, steamy read featuring two very likable characters that you're going to swoon over. I highly enjoyed this new adult series as a whole, and I cannot wait for Ms. Ney next NA series.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38186752-how-to-date-a-douchebag


She perks up. “Wait, you’ve never had a back massage?”

“No?”

“Ever?”

“Nope.”

“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.

Slowly.

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.

Kneading.

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?

About the Author
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.

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