Falling For Hadie Teaser #2

Here's the second teaser for Falling For Hadie. Sorry it took me so long to post it! Things have been a bit crazy busy lately.

Enjoy the teaser!

I really enjoyed writing this scene between Hadie and Eddie. Please excuse any errors as this is only a first draft. Enjoy! =)

Hadie's POV

Bennett was sitting at a table, trying very hard not to look at me.

I dropped the menus on the floor, and wanted to kick myself for acting like a complete dork in front of Bennett. I would not continue to make a fool out of myself in front of him. I would be cold, distant, composed, confident, magnetic and…jeez, I sucked at pep talks.

Picking the menus up again, I took a deep breath and walked towards him. Seriously, what the heck was he doing here? He knew I’d worked here since I’d turned sixteen, so why would he come in here? There were plenty of other places he could go to. eat. Well, technically there was one other place, Mal’s Eatery, and it smelled like hog wash. Still, there were some nicer places out of town where he could go. He couldn’t bethat hungry that he had to come in here on the only other day he knew I would be working.

What made even less sense was the fact that he was alone. Usually, he was accompanied by his jock friends, throwing testosterone around left, right and center. I never saw him go anywhere without his posse. In fact, he cared so much about them that he’d lost Ashton’s friendship over it.

Trying my best to act like his presence didn’t affect me, I threw back my shoulders and approached him with an air of indifference. “Good afternoon, Sir,” I said, handing him a menu. “I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your order.”

I turned to go, but the sound of his voice stopped me. “I already know what I want.”

He looked up at me with those bright blue eyes of his and for a second I forgot just how much I hated him, how much I was supposed to hate him. All I saw was the guy I had loved and cared for. The guy I would stay up late at night talking on the phone with.

The illusion was shattered when he cleared his throat, and I gave him a hard look. “What can I get you?”

I pulled out a notebook and pen from my back pocket, even though I could easily memorize orders. Mostly, I just wanted to give myself something to do so I wouldn’t have to look at him while he spoke.

“Can I get a cheeseburger and fries?”

“And hold the pickles,” I said absently, and then wanted to kick myself for finishing his order. I was supposed to stay cold and detached, not show familiarity towards him. I was so freaking stupid!

Bennett smiled wryly and nodded. “Yeah, hold the pickles.”

I pretended to write all this down, but really I was just stabbing holes into the page because I was so angry with myself. “And anything to drink?” I knew he was going to ask for a chocolate milkshake because that’s what he always got.

“Chocolate milkshake.” Well, duh.

“Sure, your order will be out soon,” I said and headed back to the kitchen, ignoring Laura’s gaping mouth as I passed her.

As soon as I entered the kitchen, my resolve shattered and I leaned against the counter with my head buried in my hands, trying to gather my scattered thoughts.

Crap, crap, crap, I’d totally embarrassed myself when I’d dropped the menus, but then I just had to go and acknowledge the fact that I knew how he liked his burger. Why was I such a complete idiot? I was supposed to be acting like I didn’t know him. I wasn’t supposed to get distracted by his eyes or his smile, or anything else. I really wanted to kick myself, or stick my head in the freezer.

“Uh, Hadie, are you okay?”

I jumped at the sound of the voice and then realized that Eddie was standing a few feet away watching me with concern. I’d been so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I’d completely forgotten that he was in here. Ya know, because where else would the cook be but in the kitchen?

“Yeah, um…I’m fine.” I gave him a weak smile. “We have an order for one cheeseburger with no pickles. And a serving of fries and a chocolate milkshake too.”

Eddie nodded, still looking worried as he put some fries into the deep fryer and then fired up the grill so he could start cooking the beef patty for the burger.

As I watched him, I decided to make the milkshake while I waited. When I didn’t have to take orders, I helped out in the kitchen so the cook didn’t have to do as much.

I measured out the milk, chocolate powder and ice cream, and put it all into the blender. Eddie gave me a nod, as if to say “thanks”, as he grabbed a plate and a tray to put the food on for when he was done.

When I turned off the blender, Eddie used that opportunity to speak. “So, what’s really wrong, Hadie?”

Sighing, I poured the milkshake into a glass and watched as Eddie flipped the patty over. “My ex-boyfriend is the customer that just came in.”

Eddie’s head shot in my direction and he frowned. “Your ex-boyfriend? The one who was friends with Ashton, right? Bennett something-or-rather.”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” I slumped against the counter again and fiddled with the edge of my apron. “I mean, I’m over him, but I’m not.”

Eddie was quiet for a moment and all I could hear was the sizzling of the fries as they cooked. Finally, he spoke. “It’s normal for you to still think about your ex, even have feelings for him. That doesn’t make you weak, it just makes you human.”

I met his hazel eyes for a second; they were kind and gentle, and I felt all my feelings rushing out. “But after what he did to me, it makes me so angry that I feel something for him, you know? I don’t want to feel anything for him. I just want to see him the way I would see a stranger. I want to shut off all these emotions that he makes me feel. It’s so frustrating!”

I suddenly felt embarrassed that I had just vented all of my frustration to Eddie. He was just so easy to talk to though, and he listened. Like, really listened.

Don’t get me wrong. Mariah and Estella were there for me too and always gave me great advice, but there was something therapeutic about confiding in someone who had a different perspective on the situation.

Eddie gave me a sad smile as he began plating up the food. “There’s nothing wrong with what you’re feeling. It just shows that you care, and that’s a good thing. It’s better than being cold and unfeeling or treating others badly because you don’t give a damn. Stay just the way you are and I promise you, one day you’ll wake up and Bennett won’t mean a thing to you.”

I held my breath as Eddie’s words sunk in. He was right. It wasn’t wrong of me to still think about Bennett, because I really had cared about him and it was natural to miss that. As for Bennett, it was so easy for him to move on with someone else because he obviously hadn’t cared about me. But I wasn’t like him, and I was glad that I never would be.

“You seriously give the best advice ever. You’re like Dr. Phil, but better looking.” I walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, Eddie. You’re the best.”

Eddie’s face flamed up and he mumbled something incoherent and busied himself with wiping down the already-clean counter.

Wrong Side of Town: Chapter One

Chapter One

Estella

There were eyes on me as I hopped out of the car. I could feel them burning into me as I hurried towards the Penthill Community Center.

The Madden gang. They were the ones watching me.

About eight of them sat on motorcycles in the deserted parking lot of Jensen’s Grill across the street.  The parking lot was probably deserted because of them. I didn’t know anyone who would voluntarily want to be in the same vicinity as the Madden gang. Anyone who did was, in all honesty, downright insane.

There were only three things I knew about the Madden gang. The gang had begun with three brothers, but had over twenty members in it now. Secondly, they were rivals with the Allbrook motorcycle gang. And, finally, I knew that they absolutely terrified me.

They were intimidating, muscular figures covered in tattoos and piercings, notorious for drinking, dealing drugs, and were responsible for most of the violence that occurred in the small town of Penthill. Thankfully, I lived in Statlen, which was a good half hour’s drive to Penthill, so we rarely saw them around.

Still, when I did venture to Penthill to volunteer in the soup kitchen two afternoons after school, I always kept an eye out for the Madden gang. I’d been coming to Penthill for about a month now and hadn’t run into them.

Until today.

The sound of an engine throttling startled me and I stumbled forwards and fell onto the pavement. A roar of laughter erupted and, straightening myself up, I glanced across the street to find that the boys of the Madden gang were laughing. At me.

My face went hot and I knew that it was as red as a beetroot right now. Why had I let something so trivial scare me? I really had to get my act together. I couldn’t have a mental breakdown every time I heard a motorcycle being revved or saw the Madden gang.

Feeling beyond embarrassed, I tried to collect myself as I continued down the street to where the community center stood. I’d never been happier to see the rundown place in my life.

As I pushed open the glass door and entered the building, I could distinctly hear the boys still laughing. I’d never been more relieved to be out of the street.

Penthill Community Center was a dilapidating building that was used for numerous purposes. Town meetings and elections were often held here, but every Monday and Friday afternoon at 5 pm it became a soup kitchen for the local homeless.

I’d started volunteering here a month ago after my brother, Nathan, had seen an ad posted on a noticeboard at his college. I’d been a volunteer at the Statlen animal shelter for a while, but I’d wanted to do more for the community, so I’d signed up here.

“Hey, Estella!” Michelle said from behind the service desk. Michelle was in her late-twenties with beautiful red hair that flowed halfway down her back and had a smile that could brighten up your entire day. Michelle was the one who ran the volunteer program and managed everything. She was great at what she did.

“Hi,” I said as I walked up to where she was sorting through some paperwork. “You’ve started early today.”

Michelle shrugged and shot me a forlorn look. “We lost two volunteers in a week so I’m trying to reassign tasks. I have to work something out until we can get someone to manage the substance abuse group.”

The woman was a machine. If she wasn’t helping out in the kitchen, she was doing paperwork. If she wasn’t doing paperwork, she was running one of the self-help groups.

As well as feeding the homeless, after dinner we split them into smaller groups to help them with their personal problems. Some of them were alcoholics, gamblers or addicted to drugs. The older volunteers would take a group and talk to them about their options and how to work towards getting off the streets. I didn’t manage a group, but I liked to stick around and absorb what everyone had to say.

“That sucks,” I said with a frown. “Hopefully we’ll find people to fill in.”

Michelle didn’t look hopeful. “No one wants to work in Penthill for free with that Madden gang lurking around.”

My cheeks went hot from the fresh memory of being laughed at by them. “Yeah, speaking of them, they’re right across the street.”

Michelle’s expression darkened. “I know. I saw them on my way in. I hope they don’t scare away our clients.”

“Are they really as bad as everyone says they are?”

Michelle shook her head. “No, they’re worse. They steal, they vandalize, and they beat people up to the point of being unrecognizable. If you’ve ever heard a story about the Madden gang, multiply it by ten because those boys are just about the worst thing around these parts.”

I frowned. “If I ever run into one of them, I’d like to give them a piece of my mind…”

“If you ever run into one of them, I suggest you run in the opposite direction if you value your life.”

I sighed. Michelle was right. You didn’t poke an angry bull in the eye; you ran away from it screaming. “Why don’t the police do anything about them?”

Michelle shrugged. “Too scared, I guess. I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of one of those boys. There isn’t a law, or a bone, they won’t break.”

Her words sent a chill down my spine, and I felt cold all over. All this morbid talk about the Madden gang was bringing down the mood. I really wanted to be done with this conversation.

“Is everyone else here yet?” I asked, changing the topic.

Michelle went back to sorting through her papers. “They’re prepping for dinner.”

“Okay, I better go help out,” I said, bringing a smile to my face.

Michelle nodded absently and I left her to do her paperwork. As I headed towards the kitchen to help with dinner, I was looking forward to losing myself in my work and forgetting all about the Madden gang.

Those boys were the stuff nightmares were made of.

***

My brother was running late.

Nine out of ten times I loved Nathan, but tonight was not one of those nights. He was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago, but he’d texted me to say that he’d been late leaving his girlfriend’s house after dinner.

Everyone was gone and I was left standing in the cold outside the community center. The weather in winter was unpredictable. We’d wake up with cool mornings that would end with freezing nights. I was foolishly dressed in baggy jeans and a t-shirt made from a flimsy material that seemed to absorb the cool air.

“Estella Markson, you are a silly, silly girl,” I said to myself in a British accent as my teeth chattered.

Don’t ask me why I spoke to myself in a British accent. The habit had started when I’d been little and my mother and I had watched British comedies together. Mom and I had begun imitating the actors and it had sort of just stuck with me. British accents made simple words sound so much better.

“Estella Markson, do you always talk to yourself?”

The voice came out of nowhere and I jumped back, glancing from side to side. The streetlights were on the other side of the road, so this side of the street was full of shadows. From my right, a solid figure detached itself from the wall and began walking towards me.

It was a boy. Well a man, I guess. He looked like he was a few years older than me. He was dressed in fitted black jeans and a black leather jacket. My senses were on high alert and I didn’t take my eyes off him.

As he came closer and the dim light fell on him, I noticed that he had longish brown hair that was slicked back. A strand or two fell onto his face like they’d been artfully placed that way. And, wow, that face. It was chiseled and taut with full lips and a cleft on the chin.

The guy was downright hot and he’d heard me talking to myself. Could I be any more embarrassing? Still, hot guys could be muggers or rapists and I wasn’t going to let my guard down just because he had a pretty face.

“Um…uh…I.” I glanced around, hoping to see someone around, but there was no one walking the streets. It was just me and the guy.

“What are you doing out here all by yourself, Stelle?”

Stelle. The hot guy had just called me Stelle. He had just spoken to me and a normal person would say something back, but obviously I wasn’t capable of being normal for one second.

“Oh…I’m...uh…waiting for someone.” I was still feeling threatened. Maybe he was a distraction and he had an accomplice who would grab me from behind. I darted a glance over my shoulder, but the streets were still empty.

He cocked a brow. “Your boyfriend?”

I deserved a medal for how stupid I was acting. Now the hot, possibly dangerous, guy thought I was a complete psycho and that I had a boyfriend. “No, no, my brother.” Then, for good measure, I added, “He’s a decorated police officer.”

The guy leaned against the wall of the community center and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. He lit it up, inhaled, and blew out a cloud of smoke before turning back to me. “Is that so?”

I nodded, scrunching up my nose at the horrible smell of the cigarette. “Yep, and he has a gun and a Taser.”

“Fascinating.” The guy regarded me with his dark eyes and then smirked. “Your brother’s not really a police officer, is he?”

My heartbeat accelerated from my lie being caught out. I shook my head, my body trembling from the biting cold. “N-no. He’s a student at Statlen University.”

His eyes sparkled. “Let me tell you something, darlin’. If you’re in this part of Penthill this late at night by yourself, don’t lie to a guy you don’t know and then admit that you were lying. At least follow through with the ‘my brother’s a police officer’ story.”

I gulped. He was right. I was stupid for coming up with the lie and even more stupid for admitting that I’d lied in the first place.

“Just because my brother’s not a police officer, doesn’t mean that he still won’t kick your ass if you try anything funny.”

The guy held up a hand in defense, an amused smile lingering on his lips. “I’m not gonna lay a hand on you unless you tell me to, Stelle.”

There he went calling me Stelle again like he’d known me for years. And I still had no idea who he was. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Vincent,” he said simply, taking a puff of his cigarette again.

I narrowed my eyes as the cigarette smoke drifted into my face. “Well, Vincent, if you’re going to continue talking to me then you need to put that thing out.”

Vincent’s eyebrows shot up and he regarded me with this look on his face, like he couldn’t quite figure me out. Finally, he sighed and flicked the cigarette onto the pavement and put it out with the sole of his boot.

He turned back to me, looking thoroughly annoyed. “So, Stelle, is there anything else I can change about myself to accommodate you better during this five minute conversation?”

Taken aback by his tone, I shook my head. Seriously, where was my brother when I needed him? There was nothing stopping this guy from kidnapping me except for a vague threat about my no-show brother.

“N-no, it’s f-fine. I j-just…” I trailed off, my teeth still chattering. I wasn’t too sure if my teeth were chattering in fear or from the cold.

Vincent sighed. “Oh, for God’s sake. Here!” He began pulling off his leather jacket and I started shaking my head, not wanting to annoy him further.

“I’m not c-cold…Y-you’re not trying to get me to let my guard down and then kidnap me, are you? Because my family has no money to pay for a ransom…”

I was hypnotized by how dark his eyes were, as he swung the jacket over my shoulders and slipped both my arms through each sleeve. Shivers ran up my arms as his hand brushed my skin.

A slow grin spread across Vincent’s face that both excited and terrified me. He leaned in closer and my eyes snapped to those full lips of his. “I think I should be the one fearing for my safety. You were just talking to yourself in a British accent a few minutes ago.”

Heat spread from my neck to my face and then back again. Feeling mortified, I lowered my gaze onto his neck. There was a squiggle on it. I squinted at it, trying to figure out what the marking was. Giving up, I let my eyes wander to his bare arms.

I stopped breathing.

Oh my God. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Layer upon layer of tattoos were inked on his arm—both arms, in fact—intertwined with one another, some images, some words. I’d never seen someone with that many tattoos in my life. Why would someone want to get so many? What purpose did they serve?

And that’s when my eyes shot back to his neck and the squiggle that was on it. The squiggle wasn’t a squiggle at all. It was a tattoo in a medieval looking style that said “M”.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

The purpose of the tattoos was to instill fear and intimidate others, that was why he had them. The ‘M’ wasn’t some random squiggle or letter. It had a purpose too. It defined who he was, what he was known for.

He was in the Madden gang.

Falling For Hadie Teaser #1

For those of you who don't follow me on Facebook, I thought I'd post the Falling For Hadie teasers that I've been posting onto my blog. I'll post the rest throughout the week.

Enjoy!


Lincoln's POV

Taking her hand again, I smiled and her face brightened.

“Are you saying you have a crush on me, Hades?”

Hadie rolled her eyes, but didn’t seem annoyed. “I’m saying that I might have more than a crush on you.”

Frowning, I stroked my chin with my free hand. “Well, this creates a bit of a problem.”

Hadie’s face fell and her eyes were somber as she drank me in. “What do you mean?”

Sighing, I tried to keep a straight face. “I mean that I don’t know what my wife’s going to think about me having a girlfriend.”

Hadie stared at me, her mouth hanging open as my words sunk in. My mouth twitched, and Hadie shot me a glare before she started hitting me all over my body.

Laughing, I grasped her by the arms and we fell back onto the long grass, rolling around on the damp ground for several seconds before Hadie managed to climb on top of me.

Cover Reveal: Wrong Side of Town!!

I have no words. I absolutely love this cover and Eden pretty much nailed this in one mock up. Wrong Side of Town is the third book in the With Me series and is preceded by Impossible and Falling for Hadie. You can read the books out of order though as they aren't direct sequels.

I hope you love the cover as much as I do!

Estella Markson is a good girl. She studies hard, stays out of trouble, and is struggling to hold together her family that is falling apart because of her alcoholic father.

Vincent Madden is the guy your mother warned you to stay away from. He doesn’t follow the rules, is in a notorious motorcycle gang, and doesn’t care if he breaks the law or someone’s bones.

One night after a chance encounter, Vincent starts to take an interest in the innocent girl who is so different to him. Despite Vincent’s infamous reputation, Estella is also intrigued by him. There is something about this bad boy that gives her an escape from her world of problems, and she can’t stay away.

As Estella slowly strips away Vincent’s defenses, she finds that underneath the tattoos and tough exterior is someone who is just as broken as she is.  And Vincent will do anything to hold onto the girl who makes him want to be a better man.

Everyone warned Estella to stay away from the boy from the wrong side of town, and now she’s in too deep.


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Cover Reveal: Falling for Hadie

The cover of Falling for Hadie was made nearly two weeks ago, but I have yet to do an "official" cover reveal post for it.

Since most of you have probably already seen the cover, I'm going to talk about the process my cover designer, Eden, and I went through to get to the final product. I think designing the cover is probably my favourite part of the entire process. It really feels like your book is "real" when you get that cover with your name on it.

Falling for Hadie was a little trickier to figure out. In terms of an overall "theme" for the With Me series, I had none. It's an "indirect sequel" to Impossible, so I wasn't sure if I should have a recurring theme for each book in the series or just do something completely different for each one.

I looked through a LOT of stock photos until I found this image:

It was like a scene was taken right out of the book, like a stolen moment, so I decided it would be perfect for the cover. Then Eden broke the bad news. This image was going to cost $500 to use!! Well, we definitely couldn't use it now, so Eden started looking for alternatives. None of them appealed to me, so I showed Eden this image that I thought was pretty cute.

We both agreed that the arm/sleeve on the guy looked "weird" and decided to find something else. Then I found this image. I thought it was so cute and romantic, so I sent it to Eden.

Eden started making the cover and sent this mock-up back to me:

Right away I said I wasn't feeling it. It seemed too romantic and cute to me. And too pink. Way too much pink. Eden agreed that she wasn't feeling it either, so I suggested a few tweaks. This is what we ended up with:

After all that I STILL wasn't feeling it, so Eden said she'd have a think about it and get back to me. This is the part where I have to give Eden all the credit. She went off and worked her magic and came back with this ALL ON HER OWN! (You know the photo where we thought the guy's arm looked weird? Well, same couple, but just holding hands!)

When I first saw it, my heart stopped. It was perfect. It was what I'd wanted, but hadn't been able to translate to Eden. I loved how she took the basic idea of Impossible's cover and put a spin on it for Falling for Hadie. The hand holding was perfect because Lincoln and Hadie have a sweet relationship. There isn't a lot of hot and cold stuff going on with them like there was with Ashton and Luca from Impossible.

But then I realised that the cover was similar to Tammara Webber's Between the Lines series. Eden hadn't actually seen the covers for the series, so after she'd checked them out we both stewed on it for a while.

Meanwhile, Eden was working her magic again and came back with these two beauties:

I was completely sold! I loved the gradient background and decided that it was perfect, that it tied in with the cover of Impossible, and that we would continue with a similar-ish theme for the remaining books (the characters faces not being visible and their positioning would convey what the story was about).

After all of Eden's hard work, this is what I settled on for the final cover of Falling for Hadie:

Running away from his old life in New York City, Lincoln Bracks ends up in the small town of Statlen, Iowa. He isn’t interested in making friends or getting to know anyone. He just wants to keep his head down and disappear amongst the crowd.

Nursing a broken heart and the realization that the boy she’s loved her entire life isn’t Prince Charming, Hadie Swinton is set against ever falling in love. But when new boy, Lincoln arrives in town, she may have to eat her words.

Hadie fears being hurt and Lincoln fears hurting her, so when they begin spending more time together and form a connection, they try to fight it at all costs. When they finally start to give into their feelings, Lincoln’s secret stands in the way of them ever being together.

Falling in love was the last thing Lincoln wanted to do, so how will he convince himself to fall out of it?

If you need a graphic designer for your next book cover, any banners, or something graphical, I highly recommend Eden Crane Design. Check out her website and take a look at some of the beautiful designs she has created. She is great to work with! :)

Impossible - Teaser #4

This will probably be my final teaser for With Me because I would like to have it published by next weekend if everything goes well. It's so hard to pick teasers that aren't going to give away important parts of the story!

If you are a blogger and you would like to help me out by promoting my book on your blog, please send me an email at komalk.lewis(at)gmail(dot)com. I'd be happy to do any type of feature! And many thanks to the bloggers who have reached out to me already. You guys are fabulous!

Sometime within the next month I will be doing posts about the publishing process and what to expect from me next. I'll also be having a giveaway to celebrate the release of my book, so check back for that.

By the way, are there any NaNoers in the house? Link me to your profiles so we can NaNo together!

“Luca, don’t you look nice?” Kance cooed. Her expression was icy even though she was smiling at me. If snakes could smile that’s what it’d look like. That smile was cold and full of malice.

Oliver bristled beside her and shot me a look of pure hatred. I guess he was still holding something against me for standing up to him in front of his Neanderthal friends. Pretty boy needed to get over it already.

I set my mouth in a firm line, choosing to ignore Kance. She wasn’t worth my time and I wasn’t going to waste my breath making small talk with her. I just wanted to get the hell away from these people.

“Did you know Luca’s in a band?” Kendall asked, turning to Kance.

Kance shot me a look of pure revulsion. “Really? Is that why you’re talking to him in public? I thought I made it clear that we don’t associate with people like them.”

The way she referred to me made it sound like I was a dung beetle who attended high school.

Have a great week guys!

Impossible - Teaser #3

Hey everyone! *waves*

Before I post this week's teaser, I wanted to share some exciting news with y'all. This week is the Launch Week over at A Dash of YA! If you haven't already done so, head on over there to enter in some super cool giveaways!

A Dash of YA is a blog for lovers of YA run by lovers of YA. You can expect plenty of fangirliness, book reviews, author interviews, giveaways, writing tips and much more! So, come and join Michelle, Erica, Molli and me on our brand new venture! :)

I also have some news about WITH ME to share. The fabulous Stephanie Mooney is designing the cover for it as we speak and I should be doing the cover reveal later on this week. Expect lots of exclamation marks and virtual squealing when that day comes.

My awesome, amazing critique partners Erica and Michelle have also finished editing WITH ME. In a matter of days! How freaking brilliant are they?! And you know the best part? They LOVED it! That makes me so happy! >insert squealing. Lots and lots of squealing<

At the moment, this is the part of WITH ME I'm revising so I thought I'd share it with you. Enjoy!

Ash placed a hand on her hip in an attempt to look stern. In reality, she just looked too darn cute. I wanted to pick her up and hold her against me. “Why are you ignoring me?”

I loved it when she was direct. It was so hot. “Because you piss me off constantly.”

“You are so immature.” Ash rolled her eyes and pushed past me to get inside.

“Hey!” I shut the door and hurried after her as she strode into the kitchen. Her hair flowed behind her like gold silk. “This is trespassing, you know?”

Ashton stopped and leaned against the counter, regarding me with amusement. “Then arrest me.” Her lips formed a teasing smile.

Have a wonderful, fabulous week!

Impossible - Teaser #2

Since last week's teaser was a little mean, here is something sweeter.

WITH ME is currently in the safe hands of my critique partners, Erica Cope and Michelle Flick, who are both amazing writers. I'm so lucky to know them!

Also, I'd like to add that A Dash of YA officially launches tomorrow. Head on over for launch week for your chance to win some amazing prizes! You won't want to miss it!

Enjoy the teaser!

My breath caught in my throat. A million thoughts were running through my mind, but one thought began to form clearly, wriggling its way to the forefront. “I love you too.” I leaned forward to kiss him, but Luca took a step back.

“What is it, Luca?”

He stared at me like I was a ghost. “I’m trying to make sure this isn’t a figment of my imagination.”

Enjoy your week!

Impossible - Teaser #1

Since 'With Me' is coming out in four short weeks, I thought that every Sunday, I would post a little teaser to get everyone excited for the release!

This is still the first draft, so it will probably be a little different once it's published.

Feel free to share or re-post this, and link it back to my site. :)

So, without further ado, here is the first teaser. Be warned, Ashton is a "little" mean.

My leg “accidentally” gave way, and I cried out as I lost my balance. I reached out to grab onto Kance and flung the contents of the coffee cup right in Elly’s face. The warm liquid hit her chin, neck and the cream silk top that she was wearing.

“No!” she shrieked, trying to wipe the coffee off her shirt. It would do no good. The coffee was already seeping into the delicate fabric, and spreading the more she tried to clean it.

We all burst out laughing, and I made a sad face at her. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry, Belly. Let that be a reminder to you next time you decide to talk to losers like Luca, or try to be on my squad looking like a whale.”

Elly’s bottom lip quivered and she looked like she was on the verge of tears. Honestly, she deserved it, trying to fit in with people she didn’t belong with. We didn’t take well to posers like her. She was way below our standards.

“I-I…but I got into the squad—”

I cut her off. “Honey, no one is going to be able to lift you. You poor thing.”

Come back for another teaser next Sunday! Have a great week, everyone!