About the book: 2024 / Beau Fortier was the main character of most of my disgusting teenage fantasies. I met him when I was in high school, a time that revolved entirely around bad hairstyles, failed attempts at flirting, and scientific research into which brand of toilet paper was best for padding bras. That was until Beau moved into a small guest house located just outside my bedroom window. Twenty-four-year-old law student Tulane faculty, Bo was as much of a mystery to me as second base (in both baseball and the bedroom). He was older. Scary and hot. Boys my age had chicken feet and chubby cheeks. Bo had calloused hands and a steel jaw. Our interactions were sparse—mostly involving mild stalking on my part—and yet, deep down, I desperately hoped that he saw me as a potential lover rather than a lovesick loser. It turned out that I had been deceiving myself. My fragile ego learned that lesson the hard way. Now, ten years later, we're both back in New Orleans and guess who suddenly can't take their eyes off me? My old friend, Mr. Fortier. But everything has changed. I have become older, more confident in myself. My ego wears a bulletproof vest. The butterflies that once filled my stomach are gone. When I was a teenager, Beau warned me to guard my heart. Let's hope he knows how to protect his.