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.

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Review by: Gina

This has to be one of my favorite book series! I love all the characters in every book, including this one. Compared to the other, this book took a much more sweeter approach to the story. The hero and heroine were absolutely adorable! It was very much sweet romance! They first develop this friendship and then that leads to more. There was a lot of chemistry and angst. You just really wanted them to be together.There was a nice twist at the end that made my jaw hit the floor. It wasn't something I was expecting to see in this series based on the previous books. There is just one thing I was really missing and that was the douchebaginess that we get in the previous books. Sure it was there with some of the secondary character, but that was one thing I loved with the first books that I wish we got more of in this one. Otherwise, I really enjoyed this book. I loved the story, loved the characters, it was well written and flowed smoothly! While it is part of a series, it can be read as a standalone. All the characters in the series go to the same college and are familiar with each other, that is where the connection comes in. I highly recommend this one!

4.5 Stars

Review by: Flavia

So my friend Nas recommended this series to me, and me just kept putting it of and putting it off. So I decided to do the Audible ones, and man was i hooked. From the first book till book 3 and when I received this ARC I was so excited i couldn't wait to start reading. And this author didn't disappoint at all.
We met Elliot in the previous books when he was Zeke's room mate. But he was the quiet guy that i think everyone over looked. So now he is living on his own and just trying to finish his semester so he can get to his master degree. And then he met Anabelle...
Anabelle is the wrestling coach's daughter and she is tired of living with her dad, so she is desperate to move out. After going to a party and getting so drunk that the guy she met once in the library takes her home. From there she and Elliot forms a unique friendship and that's how she moves in with him.
Both these characters felt an attraction from the moment they met, and now that they are living together the attraction just gets hotter. And one night one thing led to another, but Elliot isn't staying he has a plan and he is sticking to it. How will Anabelle handle Elliot moving on and will Elliot be able to forget about Anabelle.
What I loved about this book is that Elliot was so sweet, from the moment he met Anabelle he took care of her and as their friendship grew it's like was the shy one. Anabelle was sweet but also wasn't a push over I loved their friendship with each other. I missed the usual dark and broody and douchy guy but all in all a good read.

4.5 Stars

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?

AUTHOR INFORMATION:

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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