Cover Reveal + Blurb Reveal: The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3) by Sara Ney

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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 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.

Especially her.

 

Excerpt:

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

Defeated. Tired

My stomach rolls with nerves, nerves that have me rooted to the spot in the doorway, watching him.

Just watching.

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. 

Learning. 

“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. 

Twenty feet.

Fifteen.

Eight.

Two.

“Hi.” 

No reply.

“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…

 

Links:

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2eUg3jU
Amazon UK:: http://bit.ly/LearningZonUK
iBooks: http://bit.ly/LearningiBooks
B&NOBLE: http://bit.ly/LearningBN
KOBO: http://bit.ly/LearningKobo

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