The Boyfriend List

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THE BOYFRIEND LIST FOLLOWS TWENTY-YEAR-OLD REAGAN

IN HER QUEST FOR THE PERFECT RELATIONSHIP AFTER A

SOMEWHAT TRAGIC SPRING BREAK BREAKUP LEAVES HER

DISILLUSIONED ABOUT LOVE… AGAIN.

REAGAN HAD ALWAYS PRIDED HERSELF ON MAKING

LEVELHEADED, PRACTICAL, ANALYTICAL DECISIONS ABOUT

EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING, THAT IS, EXCEPT WHERE GUYS ARE

CONCERNED. WHICH WAS PROVEN TO HER, ONCE AGAIN, WHEN

HER “BOYFRIEND” OPTS TO TAKE ANOTHER GIRL ON THEIR OH-
SO-ROMANTIC TRIP TO HIS LAKE HOUSE. IN ORDER TO PREVENT

FUTURE HEARTBREAK, SHE CREATES A CHECKLIST OF ALL THE

QUALITIES SHE WANTS IN A MAN, AND VOWS NOT TO GIVE HER

HEART AWAY AGAIN UNTIL SHE CAN DETERMINE IF THEY FIT

EVERY LAST CRITERIA.

AFTER SCOURING CAMPUS WITH HER TWO BEST FRIENDS IN HER

TRICKY JOURNEY, HER DETECTIVE WORK RETURNS A PILE OF

UNWORTHY REJECTS, AND IT SEEMS AS THOUGH HER CHOICES

ARE NARROWED DOWN TO ONLY TWO OPTIONS: THE HOT

STRANGER WHO’S INSPIRED HER NEW PROJECT, AND HER BEST

GUY FRIEND IAN, WHO SHE’S ALWAYS KEPT AT BAY DUE TO HIS

PERCEIVED PLAYBOY REPUTATION.

REAGAN GETS MORE THAN SHE BARGAINED FOR WITH HER NEW

SET OF RULES, HOWEVER, AND IS SURPRISED TO FIND THAT

LOVE, AND THE PERFECT BOYFRIEND, MAY HAVE BEEN WITHIN

REACH THE ENTIRE TIME. BUT WILL IAN’S REPUTATION RUIN HIS

CHANCES TO PROVE HIS WORTH? AND CAN REAGAN LET GO OF

HER INSECURITIES LONG ENOUGH TO EVEN GIVE HIM A CHANCE?

THE BOYFRIEND LIST IS A LIGHT, NEW ADULT ROMANCE ABOUT

FRIENDSHIP, TRUST, AND LEARNING TO LET GO IN ORDER TO

EMBRACE WHAT REAL LOVE CAN OFFER.

THE BOYFRIEND LIST

RENEE NOVELLE
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GOODREADS

EXCERPT

MAYBE SHE NEEDED TO GET SOME FRESH AIR, SHE DECIDED. GO

FOR A WALK, CLEAR HER HEAD. ANYTHING TO DISTRACT HER

FOCUS FROM HER THOUGHTS AND RESET HER MIND BACK ON

HER PAPER.

DECISION MADE. SHE SHUT DOWN HER COMPUTER, SET

ASIDE HER BOOKS AND WRAPPED HER LONG HAIR INTO A

SOMEWHAT SLOPPY BUN ON THE TOP OF HER HEAD. REAGAN

HAD CONTEMPLATED A LIGHT SWEATSHIRT TO WARD OFF

THE LAST COLD BRISK OF WINTER THAT CLUNG TO THE NIGHT

AIR IN STUBBORN RESIGNATION, THEN DECIDED AGAINST IT.

BUT BEFORE SHE’D EVEN LEFT HER BEDROOM, SHE TURNED

BACK AND YANKED IT OFF HER BED AFTER ALL. APPARENTLY

SHE WAS HAVING A HARD TIME MAKING UP HER MIND ABOUT

EVERYTHING THAT NIGHT.

ZIPPING IT HALFWAY UP HER TORSO, JUST BELOW HER BREASTS,

SHE CREPT QUIETLY OUT THE FRONT DOOR AND TURNED TO

LOCK IT BEHIND HER. A QUICK BREEZE WHIPPED ITS WAY

AROUND THE CORNER AND DOWN THE CORRIDOR, AND AS A

SHIVER WORKED ITS WAY UP HER SPINE, SHE WAS THANKFUL

SHE’D LISTENED TO HER INTUITION. MAYBE SHE SHOULD DO

THAT MORE OFTEN.

BUT JUST AS REAGAN TURNED TO GO DOWN THE STAIRS AND

HEAD OUT ON HER WALK, SHE WAS MET – NEARLY HEAD ON – BY

AN UNEXPECTED SIGHT. IAN STOOD BEFORE HER, MILDLY DRUNK

BUT MOSTLY SOBER, LOOKING AS SURPRISED TO SEE HER AS SHE

WAS TO SEE HIM. IT WAS CLEAR HE’D BEEN OUT FOR A NIGHT OF

FUN, THOUGH SHE’D SEEN HIM FAR WORSE ON MORE OCCASIONS

THAN SHE COULD COUNT ON BOTH HANDS. BUT IT WAS ALSO

JUST AS CLEAR THAT, ONCE AGAIN, HE’D COME HOME ALONE.

SHE COULDN’T HELP THE LITTLE SMIRK OF SATISFACTION

THAT TURNED UP AT THE CORNERS OF HER MOUTH ON THAT

DISCOVERY, THOUGH INTERNALLY SHE CHASTISED HERSELF AT

THE THOUGHT.

“AND JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?” HIS

VOICE DANCED OVER THE WORDS WITH DRAMATIC FLAIR, AN

INDICATIVE SIDE EFFECT OF HIS INEBRIATED CONDITION.

IT TOOK HER A MINUTE TO FIND HER VOICE. “I NEED A BREAK.”

SHE FINALLY EXPLAINED, “THIS ESSAY’S KILLING ME AND I

WANT TO CLEAR MY HEAD.”

“NICE JACKET.” HE FLICKED THE TOGGLE OF HER ZIPPER,

AND REAGAN FELT IT FLUTTER IN HER CORE. “WANT SOME

COMPANY?”

THE FLUTTER WAS MOVING FASTER AT THE SUGGESTION. HIS

EYES HAD GROWN DARK, ALMOST AS DARK AS THE NIGHT SKY,

AND SHE THOUGHT SHE SAW SOMETHING IN THEM THAT BEGGED

HER TO SAY YES. SUDDENLY, SHE WASN’T SO SURE SHE NEEDED

HER SWEATSHIRT ANY LONGER, SINCE THE TEMPERATURE

SEEMED TO HAVE RISEN UP ALL AROUND HER, WORKING A PINK

TINT INTO HER CHEEKS. SHE WAS GLAD IT WAS SO DARK OUT,

HOPEFULLY HE COULDN’T TELL THIS TIME. “AREN’T YOU JUST

GETTING IN THOUGH? YOU’RE PROBABLY TIRED…RIGHT?”

PLEASE SAY YES, PLEASE SAY YES, PLEASE SAY YES… SHE CHANTED

IN HER HEAD. THE TRUTH WAS SHE VERY MUCH WOULD’VE

LOVED HIS COMPANY, MAYBE A LITTLE TOO MUCH, BUT

SHE WASN’T CERTAIN SHE TRUSTED HERSELF AROUND HIM

YET…ALONE…IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. THERE WERE TOO

MANY POSSIBILITIES, TOO MANY TEMPTATIONS THAT HER

IMAGINATION COULD COME UP WITH. IF SHE ACTED ON ANY ONE

OF THEM, AND WAS WRONG IN HER ASSUMPTION, WELL THE LET

DOWN COULD BE BRUTAL AT BEST.

“TIRED? ME?” HE SHOOK HIS HEAD AND MADE A FACE AT THE

SUGGESTION. “THE PARTY WAS JUST GETTING BORING. TOO

MANY OF THE SAME PEOPLE, NOT WORTH THE TIME.” WAS HE

IMPLYING THAT SHE WAS WORTH HIS TIME THEN? REAGAN

CERTAINLY HOPED SO, CONSIDERING HOW LONG THEY’D BEEN

FRIENDS. BUT SHE COULDN’T HELP WONDERING IF THERE WAS

SOMETHING MORE BEHIND THE WORDS. “SO WHAT DO YOU SAY?

CAN I WALK WITH YOU?” AND AS HE TILTED HIS HEAD IN THAT

SUBTLE WAY THAT ONLY IAN COULD, A DIMPLE WORKING IT’S

WAY INTO THE CORNER OF HIS CHEEK, SHE FELT HER BREATH

RUSH OUT OF HER LUNGS.

HE’D PUT THE BALL BACK IN HER COURT AGAIN. DAMN HIM!

THERE’D BE NO GETTING AROUND IT THIS TIME, SHE’D HAVE TO

GIVE HIM A DEFINITIVE ANSWER. AND QUICKLY.REAGAN KNEW

SHE SHOULD SAY NO. THERE WAS SOMETHING INSIDE, WARNING

HER THAT IT WASN’T A GOOD IDEA. AS THOUGH ACCEPTING HIS

INNOCENT INVITATION WOULD SOMEHOW CHANGE THINGS.

ALTER THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND SHIFT THEIR ENERGIES

TOWARD ONE ANOTHER IN A WAY THAT COULD NEVER BE PUT

BACK AGAIN. BUT, WHEN SHE REALLY THOUGHT ABOUT IT,

HADN’T THEY KIND OF DONE THAT ALREADY?

AND YET EVERYTHING INSIDE OF HER WANTED TO SCREAM YES,

AND KEEP THE MOMENTUM OF WHAT THEY’D STARTED EARLIER

IN THE DAY MOVING FORWARD. IT WANTED TO LET HIM TAKE

HER HAND IN HIS, ENTWINE HER FINGERS AROUND HIS, AS

THOUGH IT WAS THE MOST NATURAL THING IN THE WORLD FOR

THEM TO BE DOING. ALL SHE COULD MANAGE THOUGH WAS A

SIMPLE NOD, STIFFENED BY THE BREATH SHE HELD TIGHTLY IN

HER CHEST. IT WAS ALMOST AS THOUGH SHE WAS AFRAID TO

ACKNOWLEDGE WHAT SHE WHOLEHEARTEDLY WANTED, EVEN

TO HERSELF, BECAUSE DOING SO WOULD ONLY LEAVE HER OPEN

AND VULNERABLE TO A FUTURE OF REGRETS AND FAILURES.

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TEASERS

ABOUT RENEE

FORMERLY A FREELANCE JOURNALIST, NOVELLE HAS FOUND

PLACEMENT OF HER PIECES IN BOTH ONLINE AND PRINT

PUBLICATIONS SINCE 2008. ADDITIONALLY, SHE HAS WRITTEN

MULTIPLE SCREENPLAYS, AND CONTRIBUTED HER WRITING

TO MANY NON-PROFIT AND FOR PROFIT ORGANIZATIONS. SHE

HAS LAUNCHED SEVERAL BLOGS OVER THE YEARS, WHICH

GARNERED INTERNATIONAL ATTENTION.

IN 2013, NOVELLE RETURNED TO HER FIRST LOVE – FICTION.

WRITING UNDER THE NAMES RENEE NOVELLE AND R.S.

NOVELLE, SHE HAS A PUBLICATION SCHEDULE THAT INCLUDES

PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLERS, SUSPENSE, PARANORMAL FICTION,

CONTEMPORARY WOMEN’S FICTION, CHICK LIT, AND NEW ADULT.

THOUGH SHE RECEIVED HER BACHELOR’S OF SCIENCE IN

COMMUNICATION, SUMMA CUM LAUDE, SHE CONSIDERS HERSELF

A CONSTANT STUDENT OF THE WRITTEN WORD. SHE’S AN AVID

READER, AN ENTHUSIASTIC QUOTE POSTER, AND RARELY TAKES

“NO” AS A FINAL ANSWER. SHE HAS AN UNHEALTHY OBSESSION

FOR THEATER, DANCE, MUSIC AND ART, AND STRONGLY

BELIEVES THAT WINE IS SIMULTANEOUSLY THE BEGINNING OF,

AND RESOLUTION TO, ALL OF LIFE’S PROBLEMS. SHE BELIEVES IN

FOLLOWING DREAMS, AND THAT IN THE END, YOU ALWAYS END

UP WHERE YOU’RE MEANT TO BE.

YOU CAN FIND OUT MORE ABOUT HER BOOKS

AND CONNECT WITH HER HERE

WEBSITE: WWW.RSNOVELLE.COM

GOODREADS: HTTPS://WWW.GOODREADS.COM/RSNOVELLE

FACEBOOK: HTTPS://WWW.FACEBOOK.COM/RENEENOVELLE

TWITTER: HTTPS://TWITTER.COM/RS_NOVELLE

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