The Prom List (excerpt) “It’s just a quiz, Carly. Geez. Don’t be so dramatic.” Mariella rolled her eyes.
Carly chewed the inside of her lip. Why did everyone say high school was supposed to be the best time of your life? High school was nothing but stress on top of stress, and it was only getting worse. Her GPA was slipping. Her ACT score was still 2 points lower than it needed to be for scholarships. Her starting position on the soccer team was gone. “I know. You’re right. I just have a lot on my mind, I guess.” Carly shrugged. “Like what? It’s not like you have anything to worry about. You have an automatic date to Sweetheart and Prom and everything else,” Mariella pointed out. “Yeah. The hottest date in school,” Whitney mumbled. Carly smiled. That was true. And there he was. And there he went. The hottest date in school—her hottest date, Dane Klassen—just sauntered past with half the baseball team and Victoria Long. He didn’t stop. Didn’t smile. Didn’t even glance in her direction. |
Trusting Her Heart (excerpt)She felt Eric’s gaze on her again, and this time met it. Ashley tried to ignore the surge of heat rushing through her. She practiced her best Cami look. She widened her eyes as big as they would go and blinked.
“That’s a definite yes.” Eric nodded and flashed a grin like he’d just caught the prize fish. Ashley dug into her coleslaw. As frustrating as her sister’s constant irresponsibility was, Ashley was actually looking forward to tonight. She would have herself a birthday celebration after all. She deserved one. The problems in New York weren’t going away anytime soon. Gram’s shop would still be there in the morning. Who knows, maybe Cami would come to her senses and be there, too. In the meantime, she could pretend to be the fun twin for a while. She’d done it enough times growing up, so she was pretty good at it. It shouldn’t cause any problem at all. *** The next morning Ashley’s eyes shot open. Panic seized her. There was a problem. She slid her hand across the bed, down Eric’s torso and caught her breath. A great big, Texas-sized, naked problem. |
For Real (excerpt)He wanted to pull her close and kiss away any pain she’d ever felt, erase all doubt and confusion. He placed his hand on the sides of her face and leaned in. This beautiful woman needed to feel something real that her damned tools couldn’t register. She closed her eyes. He felt her breath on his skin. He was close enough to brush his lips against hers. But he didn’t. She needed to feel something real and true. Light and meaningless, he could handle. Real and true? Not so much.
“Kat.” She opened her eyes . “I’m sorry. I just don’t know if I want to be that guy.” “What guy?” She asked, breathless and flushed. “The first one you kiss after your husband died. I just don’t know if that should be me.” |