BLURB
Is it really wrong to have more than
one boyfriend?
I brought a new one into my bed almost every night.
From conference rooms to broom closets, I escaped reality with my leading men. Okay, so they were fictional book boyfriends.
In reality I should have been concentrating on classes while I looked for a living, breathing man to help me achieve my romantic fantasies. It was a friend who suggested combining my passions for romance novels and psychology to generate my Master's thesis research topic: Does the modern day romance novel leading man create unrealistic expectations for a prolonged adult relationship?
To find out, I’d run a social experiment. I’d be the constant. The variables would be my leading men. I’d date every stereotype in the books, from billionaires to bad boys, rock stars to bikers, dominants, athletes, and…my stepbrother?
If my research was successful, I'd end up with a degree and maybe even my very own happy ending.
I brought a new one into my bed almost every night.
From conference rooms to broom closets, I escaped reality with my leading men. Okay, so they were fictional book boyfriends.
In reality I should have been concentrating on classes while I looked for a living, breathing man to help me achieve my romantic fantasies. It was a friend who suggested combining my passions for romance novels and psychology to generate my Master's thesis research topic: Does the modern day romance novel leading man create unrealistic expectations for a prolonged adult relationship?
To find out, I’d run a social experiment. I’d be the constant. The variables would be my leading men. I’d date every stereotype in the books, from billionaires to bad boys, rock stars to bikers, dominants, athletes, and…my stepbrother?
If my research was successful, I'd end up with a degree and maybe even my very own happy ending.
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EXCERPT
“What’s that?” Austin asked, snatching my list out of Shannon’s
hand.
“The list for my research project. Do you know any men who fit my
criteria?” I asked.
He studied the list for a moment before handing it back to me. “I
know a few.”
Six eyes turned to Austin. “Who?” I asked.
“I know a rock star. Well, kind of. He sings for a local band, but
they’ve got a great following. I know several businessmen, but not
any CEOs. I might be able to hook you up with one, though. And I know
a few bars around here where your bad boys hang out.”
My jaw dropped. Everyone has that one friend who knows everybody.
Austin had lived in San Diego his entire life, so he knew the lay of
the land.
“Take me to your bars!” I practically yelled, garnering a glare
from students studying nearby. “Sorry,” I whispered.
“Wait a minute,” Shannon said. “I thought of a few you’re
missing from your list.”
A few I was missing? I thought I’d pretty much covered all the
bases. “Who?”
“You need a Fabio.” She stated it like it was obvious.
“Like a cover model?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Sure. Or like a historical romance guy.”
I laughed. Shannon could be a bit of an airhead sometimes. “Where
am I going to find a historical romance guy? We’re in the present
tense, Shannon.”
“Duh. Renaissance Festival. And Austin, you seem to know everybody
else. Do you know any vampires?”
Laughter bubbled up from my chest. I couldn’t help when it spilled
out, and when I looked over at Austin and Scott, I found a similar
reaction. Shannon stared at us blankly.
“What?” she asked.
“Vampires?” I asked through my giggles.
“They’re in all the books,” she clarified, only spurring on our
laughter. Her brows came together in anger.
My giggles turned into those silent quaking convulsions that I
couldn’t possibly control. Scott was holding up his hand as if to
tell Shannon to stop while he laughed, and Austin clutched his
stomach from the hilarity.
We’d stop for a minute only to glance at one or the other, and then
we’d start back up again, garnering more glares from students near
us.
Our laughing had to have gone on for at least a full five minutes
before we were composed enough to talk about it.
“What?” Shannon finally asked in frustration.
Austin gave Shannon a very serious look while I stifled another wave
of giggles. Scott had to excuse himself after a less than flattering
snort.
“Vampires aren’t real,” Austin finally said.
“Well, you need a paranormal,” Shannon said, her voice both
irritated and completely serious. “How about a werewolf?”
After that comment, it was my turn to excuse myself after a less than
flattering snort.
AUTHOR BIO
Lisa Suzanne started handwriting her books on yellow legal pads after
she took a creative writing class in high school. She still has those
legal pads full of stories, but now one of them is published under
the title How He Really Feels. She currently works as a full
time high school English teacher, and her favorite part of the year
is summer. She has been blessed with the world’s best dog, a
supportive family, and a husband who encouraged her to publish after
reading one of her novels. She likes the advice of Ernest Hemingway’s
famous quote, “Write drunk. Edit sober.”
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