It's Valentine’s Day so I thought I'd share a romantic scene from my forthcoming YA Urban Fantasy novel, Finding Me.I also thought I’d update everyone on my Self-Publishing Progress:
- I already posted that I have an editor. She is working on the book now and I should have it back next week some time. I’m biting my nails and spitting them out. *Ewww that’s nasty*
- I found someone to make my cover. I should receive the first possible option today. Yay! I’ll do a special post to reveal this once I have a finished product. I don’t want anything fancy. No pictures of people or locations – not that there aren’t beautiful covers with both on them…I’ve always envisioned something different…think Beautiful Creatures by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl book cover – not the movie book cover – the original.
- I am in search of a reasonably priced formatter now. Any suggestions?
- My tentative release date had to be changed. My new date is: April 2.
Now, for that scene I promised. In this scene, main character, Chloe Carmichael has just returned from a week out of school. This is the first introduction (but not the first encounter) between her and a possible love interest, Christopher:
“Hello. You’re Chloe.” I gawked at his voice. The echo of his words ringing in my ears. Spreading waves of warmth over me. In my dream, it hadn’t sounded that sweet, this melodic. The new guy spoke and held his hand out for me to shake. My belly did a summersault.
“I-I’m Chloe.” He knows that already, idiot. “Oh, umm, you know that,” I stammered. I bit my bottom lip.
Embarrassed, I took his hand. It radiated heat. I looked up into his eyes, like melted caramel, and I smiled ridiculously.
Was there such a thing as love at first sight? Could I be in love? I laughed internally. Stop that, Carmichael. You don’t know him and he’s just attractive. Smile and move on.
His lips curled up into the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen. All my limbs clanked to the floor below. I stared at him from the fragments of me that lay at his feet. What’s wrong with me? I grimaced internally. Your boyfriend’s been dead for a week and you’re already trying to hook-up with someone else. I found him attractive that was all. I’m not hooking up with him. Or anyone else in the foreseeable future. Pull yourself together and stop acting like a psycho, Carmichael.
“You dropped this the other day in the attendance office,” he said. He had that same gorgeous smile plastered across his face. I had to remember to breathe as he handed me a small fuchsia hairpin.
“Uh, thanks.” Breathe in, breathe out…breathe in, breathe out…. “You really could’ve thrown it out. It’s not important.” I looked everywhere but at him. Afraid he’d see the pathetic longing through my eyes.
“Isn’t it? In my mind, it seemed important – just because it was yours.”
I peered up at him, confused. Was he flirting with me? No, I told my misguided heart. He’s being polite. Very polite.
“Thanks, again.” I took the hairpin and placed it in my bag. I needed to walk away before I embarrassed myself further. What the heck’s the matter with you, Carmichael?
He extended his arm and blocked me from passing. “I can think of other ways you can thank me.” A smirk played at the corner of his full lips and he winked at me. He didn’t just wink at me. Who does that?
Like an itch that wouldn’t cease, the desire to linger in his presence overwhelmed me. It was like I’d found something I’d been searching for forever. The persistent urge of it inundated me. My heart skipped a noisy beat as our eyes met. My face betrayed me with a smile that said, I’d allow him to receive his thanks in any manner he saw fit.
“What do you have in mind,” I said, entertaining the conversation much longer than I should have.
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