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About Sara Ney
Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud sports and contemporary romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: traveling, historical architecture and nerding out on all things Victorian. She's a "cool mom" living in the Midwest who loves antique malls, resale clothing shops, and once carried a vintage copper sink through the airport as her carry-on because it didn't fit in her suitcase.
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From USA TODAY Bestselling Author Sara Ney comes a series about strong, single girls falling in love: accidentally.
All I need is a place to hide for a few weeks.
The paparazzi were on my case 24/7 and I needed a bit of breathing room—an escape from the madness—before the media frenzy begins.
Sure, I could have gone to a secluded cabin in the woods—but I didn’t want to be bored out of my mind. I’d seen enough wide open spaces as a kid from Texas to last me a lifetime.
So instead, I let my sports agent hook me up with a modest house in the burbs where we didn’t think anyone would find me hiding in plain sight.
I’d have a roommate; but supposedly, she was going to give me space. Stay out of my way and respect my boundaries. According to my agent, I wouldn’t hear a peep from her.
Wrong. He was wrong about everything and now my life was never going to be the same.
That’s what my ex-girlfriends have said about me—but I wasn’t serious about any of them, so what do I care what rumors they spread? What I need is to be left alone; by the press, by the paparazzi, and by women. Too bad I’m about to be surrounded by them for the weekend. My obnoxious, matchmaking brother is getting married, and he’s doing his damndest to find me a wedding date…
“HARD TO FIND.”
That’s what they say about good men—they’re hard to find. Not that when I find one, I’ll be the type he’s looking for; too nice, too ordinary, too boring. My cousin is getting married, and her fiancé insists on throwing me at his brother. Cold, uncaring professional football player Tripp Wallace would never look twice at a woman like me.
Too bad for both of us, I was wrong…
Then one night, I'm kicked out of his house on Jock Row.
Rowdy Wade is the hot shot short-stop for the universities baseball team—and the unlucky bastard who drew the short straw: keeping me out of the Baseball House. But week-after-week I return--never one to back down from a challenge--determined to get inside.
From USA TODAY Bestselling Author Sara Ney comes a new series about strong, single girls falling in love: accidentally.
I never thought I would get pregnant in college.
When I did, I thought leaving Jack Jennings was doing him a giant favor—he had a bright future ahead of him as a football star—the last thing he needed was me and a baby standing in his way of his dreams.
Honestly? I figured he would eventually forget about me.
I would raise our child in secret and watch Jack on television, and the pain of what I’d done to him would heal.
The last person I expected to see on my brothers doorstep seven years later was Jack; obviously, or I wouldn’t have answered it.
A superstitious athlete, dreams were keeping him awake at night that were preventing him from excelling on the field—dreams he was hoping I could make…disappear.
He looked so good. So much older.
Turns out, he hadn’t forgotten about me either, and he hadn’t put our past behind him.
Love finds you when you least expect it.
That’s what my nan always said. Love? I wasn’t looking for it so how will I know when I’ve found it? I’m not romantic like she was—I’m realistic and practical. Quick with my wits and hilarious when I’m in the mood, it’ll take more than a handsome face to win my affection.
Speaking of handsome faces—Elias Cohen is nothing special (no offense); smug, arrogant. Too flirtatious for his own good.
He won't charm me with that crooked smile and dimple in his chin.
When Elias comes knocking on my office door during a house party after I play wingman for a friend, I'm tempted to slam the door in his face. But I don't.
Because If there's one thing I am, it's curious.
And wouldn’t you know it—Elias needs a favor. Begs for one, actually.
He might not be able to make me swoon, but he does need a wingwoman.
Week-after-week, he watches beautiful but bashful Teddy getting overshadowed, and overlooked. Sasquatch finally broad shoulders his way through the crowd, offering to to be her hairy godmother. But the minute their eyes meet? He's a goner.
Teaching her the RULES for winning a jock will be the easy part. Not falling in love with her is going to be a losing game.
I've been called a total and complete jerk, but that's only because I keep people at a distance. I have no interest in relationships—most assholes don’t. Dating? Being part of a couple? Nope. Not for me.
I've never given any thought to what I wants in a girlfriend because I've never had any intention of having one.
Shit, I barely have a relationship with my family, and we're related; my own friends don’t even like me.
So why do I keep thinking about Violet DeLuca? Sweet, quiet Violet—my opposite in every sense of the word. The light to my dark, even her damn name sounds like rays of sunshine and happiness and shit. And that pisses me off, too.
ALL THE SWEET MOVES - YOUNG ADULT Hockey Romance
I, Molly Wakefield, never do anything reckless and I never will. I'm too sensible for that, and too close to graduation.
The only thing I want to do this year is study, hang out with my best friend (and wingwoman) Jenna, and hit the beach in my free time.
And things are going according to plan until the day I spy Weston McGrath--handsome star hockey player and scholar--watching me in the library during study hall.
A tad creepy? Maybe.
You see, Weston McGrath happens to be one guy no one can get close to. Despite my best efforts to avoid it (because let's face it - the guy isn't exactly boyfriend material) Weston weasels his way in and we form a friendship. And more.... sort of. But it's a friendship that comes with a price because Weston just cannot seem to stop screwing things up or saying all the wrong things, possibly in that order...
I'm so close to graduation so I don't have time for an 18 year old "fixer-upper."
Both of us should know better.
But sometimes we have to learn the hard way...
Author Notes: All the Sweet Moves is a Young Adult novel with some sexual references and adult language and is best recommended for readers 18+
ALL THE BOLD MOVES - A Best Friends Brother Hockey Romance
If there's one thing I'm not attracted to, it's an arrogant, selfish and foul-mouth hockey player. I know what I want; someone who's good for my body and soul and makes me laugh - and Matthew Wakefield gives me none of those things. My goal isn't to make him fall in love with me. My goal isn't even to be his friend.
But for some reason, I cannot stop crossing paths with Matthew. He gets under my skin...but his voice and laugh makes me tingle at the same time. And even though it makes me melt inside when I find out he's coaching a juniors hockey team, I still cannot stand the sight of him--I mean, what a jackass.
If I refuse to give him anything but sass and sarcasm, it's only because he deserves it...
ALL THE RIGHT MOVES - A Virgin Hero Hockey Romance
I'll never be that girl.
You know the one: that girl on campus, confident in her own skin. Always saying the right things, putting herself out there, knowing how to talk to a guy without stammering. Nope. I'm shy but clever and easily embarrassed, perfectly content being the wallflower in my circle of outgoing, beautiful friends.
I would rather read about a sexy book boyfriend than actually have a live, breathing one.
But then I meet Caleb Lockhart and he is worse.
Star goaltender for the University's hockey team, Caleb is quiet and broody, preferring the solitude of his orderly, regimented life. He doesn't like, or need people—and plans to keep it that way. One more year left of hockey and he'll be long gone.
AWKWARD NEVER LOOKED SO GOOD.
Both our lives change the day I fall for Caleb. Well, fall literally on top of him, to be accurate. Because I didn't settle into love.
I fell there.
EAT. SLEEP. FOOTBALL. Repeat.
Every Friday night, Triple J cruises the strip on campus, bored, lonely and conditioned not to party. But the night he meets Charlotte Edmonds on the side of the road, he wonders if his three mantras will ever be enough.
BIG. DUMB. JOCK.
Charlie has no time for Jackson’s antics. Not when he’s stealing her food or teases her to no end, making her tingle in all the right places. But if she’s ever going to have a boyfriend, she’d choose one who isn’t a Neanderthal. One with manners and actual time to spend with her. Not a hulking man-child who cruises the strip at night, in his Big. Dumb. Truck.
IT’S NOT EASY LIVING IN YOUR BROTHERS SHADOW.
Jack Dryden-Jones is easily the worst rugby player on the field—when he moves to The States to follow in his big brothers footsteps, he has no idea he’d hate the game. So horrible he considers faking an injury to take himself out of the game.
Jack is a quick-witted and comic book loving gentleman—not an athlete.
DO NOT DATE YOUR ROOMMATES CRUSH.
When her roommate brings home a random stranger, Eliza is shocked when he makes himself at home; strapping, strong and watching a movie at the end of her couch as if he belongs there.
It makes her uncomfortable in the best way possible.
But if there is one thing she believes in, it’s GIRL CODE: No girl may date her friend's ex, past crush, or guys who have humiliated/used her. And she most certainly may not date any guy her friend currently fancies...
DO SO AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Jack and Eliza are two of the good ones—it’s going to take a miracle to keep them apart.
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.
That’s what the last girl I slept with said when she got her first sober glimpse of me. She laughed, walked out of my penthouse—and I never saw her again. It doesn’t matter that I’m a rich, professional athlete; what mattered was my face. Beauty might only be skin deep for some—but I know better.
“PAY UP.” That’s what the last girl I spoke to said over the phone when I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. Desperate to sell a set of rare baseball cards, she’s clever and entertaining. I’m instantly smitten, but nowhere ready to reveal myself.
Thank god she has no idea who I am—or what I look like. I’m a professional athlete--how hard can playing the love game be?