Cover & Excerpt Reveal: The Learning Hours by Sara Ney

Posted August 10, 2017 by Wil in Blog Tours, Cover Reveal, Excerpt Reveal / 0 Comments

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 what if I haven’t had sex in years? Once upon a time, I might have welcomed having girls pushed my way. I definitely would have leapt at the chance to hang with the guys doing the pushing; they’re popular, outgoing and charismatic. Good-looking.

The opposite of me.

I SERIOUSLY WONDER HOW DESPERATE THEY THINK I AM.

Life on a college campus isn’t easy—sometimes it sucks— but it’s worse when your friends are douchebags. And they’ll stop at nothing to turn me into one of them, starting with this list:

 

  1. Don’t ask a girl on a date—tell her.
  2. Brag about yourself.
  3. Give yourself a nickname.
  4. Talk about yourself constantly
  5. Don’t text or call when you say you’re going to; it will make her want you more.
  6. Always have a backup girlfriend.

They won’t let up, and they just don’t get it. Douchebags or not, there’s one thing they’ll never understand: GIRLS DON’T WANT ME.

Especially her.

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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…

 

 

About Sara Ney

Purveyor of all things witty & romantic, I love: iced latte's, traveling, and bright, bold colors. On any given day, you can find me in my office, lovingly gazing at my bookshelf or shuffling my Bic felt-tip pen collection. I love hand writing letters, and sarcasm.

I live in the midwest, but "Will Write for Travel," and believe everyone should follow their dreams, no matter how big or small. My favorite authors include Cindy Miles, S Walden, Suzanne Enoch - and am a glutton for Historical, RomCom, Sports and MC romance.

One husband. Two daughters. Plenty of chaos.

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