Review: The Roommate Agreement (Emma Hart)

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Let your homeless best friend stay with you, he said. Being roommates will be fun, he said. It’s only temporary, he said.

He never said I’d fall for him.

The Roommate Agreement
Author: Emma Hart
Publication Date: March 26, 2019
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Note: This review is for an ARC and is my unbiased opinion.

Rating: ★ ★ ★

Synopsis:

A brand new best-friends-to-lovers romcom from Emma Hart.

Let your homeless best friend stay with you, he said. Being roommates will be fun, he said. It’s only temporary, he said.
He never said I’d fall for him.

You know what isn’t ‘temporary?’ The endless stream of dirty socks in my bathroom and empty food packets under the sofa—and don’t even get me started on the hot guys who take over my living room every Sunday to watch sports.
I can’t take anymore.
So I propose a roommate agreement. One that will bring peace and order back to my life, complete with rules that might just stop my newfound crush on my best friend in its tracks.
After all, there’s only so many times you can see your best friend naked before you start to lose your mind.

Rules. They’re meant to be broken… Aren’t they?


The Roommate Agreement is a messy story about best friends who live together and are secretly in love with each other. It’s a messy story because both characters are a mess and the entire thing felt chaotic and out of control.

To be honest, I didn’t particularly like The Roommate Agreement when I started it. I felt confused by it. Shelby and Jake were already living together and they drove each other nuts — and not in a good way. She complained about his housekeeping skills and the things he did made her so angry. Jake seemed to be somewhat oblivious to Shelby’s frustrations or just didn’t care. It felt more like Shelby and Jake were going to kill each other rather than fall in love. They irritated each other so much that when they started waxing on about their secret crushes on each other inside their heads, it didn’t feel right.

I also had a hard time connecting to the characters. Shelby and Jay were individually a freaking mess. Shelby was a walking contradiction. She was a writer who let her personal hygiene get sketchy while getting on Jay for absolutely every lazy thing he did. I would have been as annoyed as she was, but it felt like before the book started she was enabling him. I don’t know. I just had a hard time believing someone who wanted everything so clean and tidy would go five days without washing her hair and not care if she got stinky. Jay also didn’t sit perfectly with me either. He ran a gym, yet couldn’t do his own laundry or pick up after himself? He had very attentive parents. I don’t see them not teaching him simple life skills and then entrusting a business to him. With all the complaining about each other, I just didn’t get the attraction.

The Roommate Agreement started to win me over when Shelby and Jay started to move from friends/roommates to more. Shelby and Jay were cute once they decided to make their feelings known and act on them.  I liked how they decided proceed with their relationship. They ended up having way more chemistry than I expected after the beginning. It was fun how their families and friends got involved. Jay’s grandma was a hoot. I also loved his mom and dad. Shelby’s parents were equally as fun. It was also cool that their other best friends were in a relationship and how that affected theirs. I liked the relationship part of the book. I would have liked more of it and less of the roommate part.

So, yeah… This was an extremely hard book to rate for me. It felt chaotic and I was unsure if I was going to like it. I probably would have given it two stars if it hadn’t ended so strongly.  I guess it won me over in the end.

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Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages. She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs. Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud. Yes, really. She’s that sarcastic. EmmaHart.jpg

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Review: The Coaching Hours by Sara Ney

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.

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MY REVIEW:

Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★
Note: This review is for an ARC and is my unbiased opinion.

I recently discovered the How to Date a Douchebag series. I devoured the first three books in record time. Sara Ney’s writing is just so much fun! Her characters are just the right mix of good and douche-y. There’s so much witty dialog and many moments to bring about laughter. There’s also so many unexpectedly sweet moments. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on the fourth book, The Coaching Hours.

I was excited The Coaching Hours book was going to be about a non-douchebag, like the third book. That was my favorite book in the series, and I wanted another sweet guy in this douche-y world. I couldn’t wait to find out who that guy was going to be. I don’t want to spoil it, but I will tell you I wasn’t disappointed. This guy was who and what I wanted him to be. Granted, he wasn’t always perfect (I wanted to give him a good shake a couple of times), but he came pretty close. I loved him.

I also loved the coach’s daughter. Everything about her made this story was much fun. She was smart, sharp-witted, and strong. I didn’t always agree with the decisions she made, but I felt like she put a lot of thought into everything at least. I loved her relationship with her dad and how that set up this entire book. It was cute.

I know what you’re wondering… Are there any douchebags in this book? Yes, there are still douchebags at play in this story. It is the How to Date a Douchebag series after all. We get to shake our heads at the horrible things some our most (un)favorite jerks do to our new favorite heroine. We get to laugh at them when she gets her revenge. There is so muchy douche-y fun.

The Coaching Hours was a great ending to the How to Date a Douchebag series. I’m sad to see this series end, but so very happy we are not quite leaving this college yet. I can’t wait to see what’s next in Sara Ney’s upcoming Jock Row series.

EXCERPT:

She perks up. “Wait, you’ve never had a back massage?”

“No?”

“Ever?”

“Nope.”

“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.

Slowly.

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.

Kneading.

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?

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.

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