The Boyfriend Whisperer 2.0 by Linda Budzinski
Publisher: Swoon Romance
Alicea Springer was Boyfriend Whisperer Enterprises’ top success story. That is, until her dream date, Ty Walker, dumped her a week before prom. Now it’s senior year, and Alicea has taken over the business and given it an upgrade using an automated matchmaking program designed to help her classmates find their perfect match.
Alicea has no interest in using the program herself. She already knows who her perfect match is … Ty. She doesn’t need an app to tell her that (or worse, match her up with someone else). In a moment of weakness, Alicea allows her friends to convince her to give the program a try. To her horror, it matches her with the last boy on earth she'd ever want to date — Darius Groves, the class deadbeat.
When she and Darius are paired up for a class project, Alicea learns there's more to him than his bad reputation. But the more she spends time with Darius, the more she questions their match. They have so little in common. Why did her program match them?
Can Alicea defy the odds and make a match of her own heart’s desire? Or will the matchmaker remained unmatched?
I tap the button. The screen fades to gray as Libby goes to work, matching me with the boy of my dreams. Meaning, with Ty. It has to be. I hand the phone to Brie. “Here. I can’t look. Tell me what it says.” I turn to glance at Ty and Becca laughing and holding hands in their booth. “No, wait. Don’t tell me unless it’s him.” I squeeze my eyes shut and wait.
After an interminable amount of time, Brie emits the faintest of grunts. “Huh.”
My eyes fly open. Huh? What does that mean?
Brie shows Maggs the phone, and her eyes widen. “Oh, my.”
Oh, my. That can’t be good. I grab for the phone, but Brie pulls it away. “Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea.”
I hold out my hand. “Give it. Now.” My heart is racing, and I fear I might puke up my smoothie. Whose name is on that screen?
Maggs snatches the phone and sets it face down on the table. “Forget it. Libby screwed up.”
I glare at them both. Maggs has always been skeptical of my whispering model, but I know better. Libby doesn’t screw up. I reach over and wrest the phone from her grip.
Darius Groves. Certainty: 97% – A Near Perfect Match!
No.
Wait. Make that Nooooooo. Capital N, capital Ooooooo.
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