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.
I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review
My Rating: 5 Stars
Guys…someone needs to send me a book I don’t like at some point this year. I am giving out 5 star ratings like candy on Halloween. BUT, every book I’ve read this year has been WONDERFUL! I honestly haven’t hated a single one of the 27 books I’ve finished so far. This may have something to do with the fact that I now have a book twin, Kelsey, who feeds me books like freaking catnip. But honestly, this year is just impressing the hell out of me so far. **This review was written before my review of #Prettyboy Must Die, so the universe listened lol**
Okay, so for those of you who love NA but have never heard of this series, I’m about to blow your damn mind. Hot. Wrestlers. Hot wrestlers in SINGLETS. Yes yes yes yes. Now, the first three books in this series were perfect and wonderful and about wrestlers. The Coaching Hours, however, is about the Coach’s off-limits daughter.
The main character is someone that fans of the series will be well acquainted with: Elliot! Oz and Zeke’s quiet and unassuming roommate. I always pictured Elliott as quiet and nerdy, mildly attractive. I was NOT expecting a hot ass soccer player with a foul mouth. Elliot was an absolute dream: a good guy with the mouth of a sailor and an athlete’s body? Where the hell can I find me one of these? Is there some sort of dating service that will deliver hot athletes to my door?
Anabelle was a really great female lead as well. She was fun and silly, headstrong and just a little sassy. I enjoyed her narration almost as much as I enjoyed Elliot’s. And the sexual tension between the two of them was panty melting hot! Do not read this book in public folks. You. Will. Blush. This book played on two of my all-time favorite tropes: friends to lovers, and another one I wont mention (no spoilers, you know me).
My Takeaway: Another NA hit for Sara Ney: The Coaching Hours was fun, sassy, sweet, and sexy as hell. I got glimpses of my favorite former hotties Oz and Zeke, and Eliot was just such an amazing little cinnamon roll. I can’t wait for the next book in this series. Sara Ney, PLEASE tell me you’re continuing? I would like Rex’s book next please. Pretty please.