I discovered recently that one of my favourite New Adult authors had published the first book in her new Jock Hard series – Jock Row: Book 1. I was so ticked that I had missed the notification; in my defence I was up to m eyes in deadlines. So I bought a copy and am loving it. It reminded me of Sara’s ‘How To Date A Douchebag’ quartet. I loved those so much I decided to tell you about them, before I finish and review Jock Row. You will find the cover and synopsis for each of the four books below this review.
All four books are sexy, witty, funny, and every single one is a thoroughly enjoyable read. Each book is worthy of reading on its own merit, and while each story is different, they all have a similar foundation – characters who have their egos pricked and deflated when they meet someone who won’t fall at their feet as they expect. They don’t realise the true worth of the person in front of them and behave in unacceptable ways.
The males in each book range from the cocky star athlete of the wrestling team, full of himself or miserable as sin, to their friends who are generally nice guys but capable of douchey behavior. The women are sassy, smart, and witty. Between overtly sexual and shyly timid, they put up with no-nonsense from these guys. They are refreshing, real, and likeable.
Regardless of how you meet the characters in the books, you soon come to realise that there is more to them than the superficial image they present to the world, and often to each other. Equally, the reader starts by believing that they know which way the story will go, and when the plot takes a sharp turn in a very different direction, its fantastic. None of the characters are crass stereotypes, and that is also one of the points that makes this series so very enjoyable.
The relationships may be slow-burn friendships that develop into romances, and the books may be classed as light reads, but there is justice and redemption, downfall and liberation. Do not doubt that they are clever, incisive, multi-layered and multi-faceted.
They are also flirty, hot, and sexy. Buy yourself a fan!
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.
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How To Date A Douchebag series
Book 1 : The Studying Hours
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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.
He wants… Her.
Book 2: The Failing Hours
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Zeke Daniels isn’t just a douchebag; he’s an asshole. A total and complete jerk, Zeke keeps people at a distance. He has no interest in relationships—most assholes don’t.
Dating? Being part of a couple? Nope. Not for him.
He’s never given any thought to what he wants in a girlfriend, because he’s never had any intention of having one.
Shit, he barely has a relationship with his family, and they’re related; his own friends don’t even like him.
So why does he keep thinking about Violet DeLuca?
Sweet, quiet Violet—his opposite in every sense of the word.
The light to his dark, even her damn name sounds like rays of sunshine and happiness and shit.
And that pisses him off too.
Book 3: The Learning Hours
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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 a pulse. He will reciprakate with oral. 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.
Book $: The Coaching Hours
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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.