Review: The Coaching Hours by Sara Ney




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.


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 took me a teeny novella to fall in love with Sara Ney’s writing. After reading this book though, I’m a fan. She is uh-mazing!! I’d say this is my favorite book by Sara but then again this is the first full novel I’ve read by her and chances are I’m probably going to find another favorite by her soon.

The Coaching Hours is a friends to lovers romance. Elliot and Anabelle start out as friends then they become roommates and then they become lovers. They are real friends though, none of that we’re-friends-that-kiss-on-ocassions bullcrap. They are platonic friends. They talk about everything and nothing, banter, laugh, play soccer together and totally don’t have steamy fantasies involving each other. And then one night they can’t keep their hands off each other any longer and everything changes.

Elliot is the sweetest guy eveeeeer. He’s so sweet I had to use a million e’s. I was afraid he was going to be a douchebag—I hate douchebags even if they are smoking hot—because of the series being called “How to Date a Douchebag” but he is far from one. He’s attentive, intelligent, driven and did I say sweet? Because he’s sweeter than honey.

Anabelle is such a fun girl. She is very laid back, independent, brilliant and caring. She didn’t stand out a lot in my opinion. Her character kind of pales in comparison with Elliot’s character—or maybe that’s my love for Elliot talking.

Aside from being one of the cutest friends to lovers romance I’ve ever read, this book is also a bit unexpected. Something happens close to the end that I never saw coming but made me love this book even more. I’m sure a lot of y’all are going to be pleasantly surprised when you read it!

I hope y’all decide to give this book a try. If you are a hopeless romantic you don’t want to miss out on this swoon worthy story. It is impossible to put down and Sara Ney’s writing is going to make you fall in love with these two characters and their story.


5 / 5 flowers



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




“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.


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.


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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