He’s not a douchebag;
but that doesn’t stop his friends from
turning him into one.
MY FRIENDS WANT ME TO GET LAID.
So much so that they plastered my ugly mug all over campus, in bold printed letters:
Are you the lucky lady who’s going to break our roommate’s cherry?
Him: socially awkward man with average-sized penis looking for willing sexual partner. You: must have pulse. Text him at: 555-254-5551
The morons can’t even spell. And the texts I’ve been receiving are what wet dreams are made of. But I’m not like these douchebags, no matter how hard they try to turn me into one.
THIS ISN’T THE KIND OF ATTENTION I WANT.
One text stands out from hundreds. One number I can’t bring myself to block. She seems different. Hotter, even in black and white.
However, after seeing her in person, I know she’s not the girl for me. But my friends won’t let up—they just don’t get it. Douchebags or not, there’s one thing they’ll never understand: GIRLS DON’T WANT ME.
Rhett isn’t a douchebag. His family raised him right and he knows how to treat a woman. But, when you’re around other jokes that look like models then its hard to compete. When his “friends” decide to help him get laid he is flooded with women he’d never want to touch. One girl sticks out. Laurel knows she is beautiful. She could have her pick of men. When her cousin dares her to text the poor guy on the poster she does it for fun. What she doesn’t expect to find is a fun sexy guy. Can these two find a way to each other or will his friends turn him into just like them….a douchebag?
I loved this book. This was my first in the How to Date a Douchebag series. I was hooked from moment number one. Rhett is the type of leading man that is rarely written about. A true gentleman with smarts, feelings and personality. He is not the typical looking leading man. Laurel was the typical heroine. Beautiful and smart with a touch of sass. It felt like in this book the rolls of a typical romance leading man and woman were flipped. That made this one of the best and most unique love stories I’ve read lately. Rhett’s naivete was also very refreshing. This especially effects Laurel in a way she is not expecting. It isn’t just Rhett and Laurel. You can’t leave out the douchebags that are his friends. They will make you so angry you will want to spit. If you haven’t picked this series up yet, pick it up now. I know I am running back and getting my fill of the rest of this series.
He’s seated at a table in the far corner when I spot him from the door. He’s not hard to miss—not with his purple t-shirt in a sea of black and yellow, and wavy mussed hair.
He’s slouching, hunched over his table.
My stomach rolls with nerves, nerves that have me rooted to the spot in the doorway, watching him.
For the entire four minutes I stand here, he sits immobile, studying his laptop, eyes moving along the screen, completely transfixed by whatever he’s reading.
“Just go over there,” I whisper to myself, blowing out a puff of pent-up air.
I put one foot in front of the other and begin toward him, spine ramrod straight, steeling myself, prepared for another argument.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” I lay my hand on the back of the wooden chair across from him, intending to pull it out.
He stiffens but doesn’t lift his head. “Yes I mind.”
“Would you mind if I sat at the table next to you?” I’m pushing his buttons, looking for a reaction, but he only spares me a brief glance.
Shrugs. “Free country.”
I bite my lip to hide a smile, glad he didn’t tell me to take a hike…
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.