The Boyfriend List by R.S. Novelle
Publication date: February 10th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
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.
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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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AUTHOR BIO:
Renee’ Novelle is Preceded by a long line of published family members, including Pulitzer Prize nominated author and Poet Laureate of Kentucky Jesse Stuart.
As a child, Novelle was already gaining recognition for several of her works, and in her formative years, she continued this trend by earning local awards for her short stories and poems.
Inspired to cultivate her talent, Novelle pursued freelance journalism and has found placement of 75 of her pieces in both online and print publications since 2008. Additionally, she has written multiple screenplays, and contributed her savvy, effective writing style to many non-profit and for profit organizations. She launched several blogs over the years, which garnered international attention.
In 2013, Novelle returned to her first love – fiction. She writes psychological and paranormal thrillers, as well as contemporary fiction and new adult fiction. For a complete schedule of upcoming releases, please visit www.RSNovelle.com
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.
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