The Coaching Hours by Sara Ney | How to Date a Douchebag #4
New Adult, Romance
Publication Date | February 5th, 2018
ARC from Inkslinger PR
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I picked this book up knowing I was in for a treat. Seriously, The Coaching Hours was all the fun I’ve been missing in my reading life, and I shudder to think I almost gave this series a pass because of its name. It makes me want to kick myself. I liked this spin on the bet to sleep with the coaches daughter – that it is, in fact, not one of the guys in on the bet that gets the girl. (Not a spoiler – I think this is pretty clear in the blurb.) And he was a nice guy, at that. Elliot was such a fun character. I like that while he was the opposite of what we often see. He wasn’t a playboy, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to get involved with someone physically without his feelings getting wrapped up in the relationship as well. This is the kind of character I find endearing and the sort of man I wish we saw more of in New Adult. I also liked Annabelle. She was a bit intimidated by her coach father, but it didn’t stop her from doing what she wanted to do and dealing with the consequences later. I also liked that she was brave and took a risk by moving to Iowa to go to school and be near her father. And as if that wasn’t enough to make me like her, I liked that she was the more assertive one in her pursuit of Elliot.
The pacing of this story was wonderful. It’s something you can sit down with and before you know it, you’ve spent an entire afternoon reading this book, and it never missed a beat. This was sexy; there’s no denying that. But there was also a sweetness to this story that I wasn’t expecting, and I soaked it right up. I adored Annabelle and Elliot together. Fans of the series will be happy to see some favorites appear in this one, and there may or may not be a redemption arc for someone here. 😉 I will say that there was one wrench thrown in here that came on pretty quickly, and seemingly out of nowhere. If this book had been told from just Annabelle’s perspective, I could have bought it. But because we were in Elliot’s head for part of this book, this is something that would have crossed his mind often.
I really enjoyed The Coaching Hours. I’d go so far as to say that it’s books like this one that make it hard for me to walk away from New Adult. In a genre saturated with unnecessary drama, there are some books that just get it right. And this is one of them!
This review will be posting on Books & Beauty Are My Bag on February 8th, 2018.
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| Excerpt |
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?
| 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.