How to Date a Douchebag: The Coaching Hours: A Coaches Daughter, Off Limits, Roommate College Sports Romance
THERE ARE NO DOUCHEBAGS IN THIS STORY.<br /><br />Well, there are, but they’re not who this story is about.<br />This story is about me—the coach’s daughter.<br /><br />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.<br />Wrong on both counts.<br /><br />ASSHOLES ALWAYS COME OUT OF THE WOODWORK WHEN THE STAKES ARE HIGH.<br /><br />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.<br />Midnight chats and spilling my problems turn to lingering touches. Lingering touches turn to more.<br />And the ultimate good guy has the potential do more damage than any douchebags ever could.<br />