That's YAmore Blogfest

Below is my entry for the That's YAmore Blogfest. But first, if you're here because you're also participating - I will get to yours soon. Both my kids came down with strep throat and ear infections and yes, of course it spread to me Thursday. If you haven't had strep throat recently, just know that it sucks. I'm letting the antibiotics do their work, then disinfecting and washing everything in the house. (if this sounds familiar - yes, I did the same thing last week, when son #1 had stomach flu and son #2 had a terrible cold). I'll get back online this weekend to comment, I promise!

The rules were so easy, it was basically: take a page (250 words) from your YA WIP that shows a romantic scene and post it today. So here's mine, from A New Day. Just before this page, Kenz finds out that she'll be home alone for a few days/nights. Things have gone from hot to heavy with Lincoln and she suddenly panics, worried he'll be disappointed once the "big moment" officially happens. She decides to have some girl-time with her best friend and in this scene, she's telling him he can't stay.

Page 137 (ish) of A New Day - erica's blogfest entry:

His look changed from playful to suspicious, but he got in the car and took me home without arguing. My feelings and actions were strange to me and impossible to explain to him. It wouldn't be fair not to at least try, so I invited him in.


Once inside, he grabbed me and pulled me close. I reached up and pushed my fingers through his wavy hair, trying to distract myself from how close our bodies were. His eyes blazed in what I guessed was a combination of understanding and frustration. I hoped he couldn't read my eyes or we'd end up in the bedroom after all. I pulled away a few inches just in case.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he bent his head down to look at my face. "You look upset about something."

"No, of course I'm not upset, I had a great time." I moved one hand down to his cheek and tried to make my face appear more confident.

"I'm not sure if I'll see you tomorrow. I made plans before I knew I'd be leaving so early tonight."

"That's good, Lincoln, I want you to spend time with your friends, too." Thankfully, he was smiling and seemed to believe my excuses. Everything but my voice ached to be with him.

"Have fun at your sleepover, but remember that I have very imaginative dreams," he suggested as the playful look returned.

"You are so not playing fair." I couldn't help myself and put my hands on his hips, returning the look. "I love you."

"Then stay."

"Not tonight." I opened to the door and led him out.