Oasis for YA loves blogfests. And we love good YA romance. So we decided to combine the two in our first annual That's YAmore Blogfest.
Starting the Friday before Valentine's Day (that's February 11th), we invite you to post 250 romantic, swoon-worthy words from your YA WIP. Then check out the entries from some of the other participants. (Just be sure you have a fan and/or a cold glass of water on hand.) We know your Valentine will appreciate you getting yourself in a romantic state of mind.
Here's a snippit from my WIP Penny and Hank.
I replayed every moment I spent with her. How many times I missed opportunities. The one opportunity I had and I fucked up at Christmas. Why had that hurt me so much?
Let’s look at the beginning. Why did I freak out when Adam threatened to hurt her? When we were locked down here, why was she my number one priority? Why was did I care so much? I never cared this much about anyone else.
I knew the answer but I couldn’t bring myself to it. What if I admitted it and she rejected me again? Was it worse than losing her forever?
The dogs barked. Bruiser jumped off the couch and ran to the front door. No knock. It opened.
“PENNY!” I jumped to my feet. I jumped over Meathead and threw my arms around her. She felt small, thinner. I buried my head in her neck, trying to hide my tears. She wrapped her arms around me. Her head nestled on my shoulder. “I’m glad you’re home.”
I held her for as long as I could, forgetting about social norms that said that a hug should be no more than thirty seconds. I only stopped when she said, “Hank, are you watching Dora the Explorer?”
“Um,” I peeked over my shoulder and sure enough Dora and Boots were singing that they did it, but I wasn’t sure what they did. “I think Swiper is an interesting character.”
“I missed you,” she whispered.
It gets hotter and later on, but I opted to go for funny.
If you like Blogfests, you might want to check out my Gone But Not Forgotten Blogfest where you post your top five TV show's no longer on the air. You can check it out here.