Book Blitz The Boyfriend List by R.S. Novelle

The Boyfriend List by R.S. Novelle
Publication date: February 10th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance

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.

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.

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.