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Between Boyfriends (Book 1 in the Between Boyfriends Series)

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Note to Readers: Between Boyfriends is now here in its entirey for free reading. If you want your own copy anyway, you can get to the book's Amazon page by clicking on "External Link" in the right hand column under the tags. More in the comments below. It is important to note that I have permission from my publisher to offer my work here for your enjoyment. Also, please check out the sequel Between the Sheets. If you'd like to connect, my social media links are in Chapter 1 comments. Thank you for reading. Enjoy.


Mike Harris had to break up with his girlfriend. He had to.

Otherwise, he would likely become the first man in history to die from a myocardial infarction brought on by girlfriend-induced drama.

His girlfriend Jan was five foot seven, blonde, had hazel eyes, and great legs. She pouted like a supermodel, paid someone to do his laundry, and always picked up the check. She was rich, spoiled, and everything that came along with. She threw tantrums, attempted to rule him with a manicured fist, and nagged him daily. She was what his friends called a code-red clinger. It was past time to make his escape.

A resolved Mike relaxed into the bench and gazed at the beautiful scenery on the college campus, forgetting momentarily that his phone would ring any second to signal the end. Two gorgeous blondes were playing frisbee near the entrance to Love Library. A herd of naïve freshmen girls was sitting on the grass behind them. To his left, a long-legged brunette was sunning herself as she pretended to study.

This is what college is all about, he told himself. A light breeze floated by carrying the scent of freshly cut grass. The sun shone brightly. Mike breathed deeply and attained a near Zen-like calm. His life was almost perfect. He craved an existence free from stress, responsibility, and obligations. Being a marketing student at San Diego State University afforded him that luxury and yet provided him with boundaries to define his freedom. His sole source of anxiety was Jan.

A sharp pain in his neck pulled his attention away from babe watching. He gently massaged a knot in his neck then tilted his head from side to side. This was his last year at SDSU, he reminded himself sharply, his last chance to make the most of the experience. He knew that Jan had a hard time relating since she had dropped out of college to become a massage therapist. Nevertheless, he needed to do this.

The ringing of his cell drowned out his internal pep talk. He shifted uncomfortably out of his relaxed pose. His arms crossed unconsciously.

“Three o’clock exactly,” he mumbled. The wind shifted. It blew insistently against the side of his face. He pushed his brown hair back behind his ear. It came loose and jabbed into his eyes.

The phone rang again. Mike shifted away from the wind and hurried to answer before she could leave another voicemail. Jan liked to call him the second her class went on break. He didn’t always pick up, but this time he had to. In the past four days, his phone had logged five voicemails and eleven missed calls from “The Nag.” Mike had been avoiding her in the vain hope that she would get the hint and leave him alone. He hated it when girls got emotional; the one thing they all freaked out about was getting dumped. He wished they could take it, well, like a man. They could exchange a nice handshake goodbye and best wishes for the future. But girls had to cry, which made Mike feel like a jerk.

She must know something’s wrong after I didn’t show up last night, he assured himself and flipped open the phone.

“Hello,” he said tiredly.

“Hey, baby,” came a bright, cheerful response.

Jan’s opening move: pretend everything was great.

“Hey. What’s up? You on break?” As if he needed to ask.

“Yeah, it’s only the end of the third week and I’m already bored. Who knew there would be so much lecturing involved? I thought massage school would be easy.”

Mike stifled a laugh. Jan had always been amusing—in small doses. She never liked to put much effort into anything, except spending time with him. She put a little too much effort into him.

“So, where’ve you been? We had dinner plans last night.”

Before Mike could answer that he had been busy organizing his spam email folder, Jan overrode him and continued in a condescending tone, “You should have called if you weren’t going to make it. And I haven’t heard from you in days. I don’t know why I put up with this crap. You couldn’t have been that busy.”

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