Thanks to A Writer Wannabe, today is her official Kissing Day Blogfest!So I've decided to jump on board. Except, instead of adding one of my romantical kisses that are in Northanger Alibi (release date by Valor June 1, 2010), I've added a more fiesty kiss, between Claire and er, the "bad guy" or in this case, who Claire believes is a werewolf.
Jaden chuckled as he pulled himself out of the chair and stalked over to my bed—his dark eyes glittered dangerously. All the sudden I found myself wishing I wasn’t alone. He was a werewolf after all and everyone knew their moods changed extremely fast. He prowled right up to me and leaned over.
“Yes, you fainted.” His eyes hungrily devoured my face and I gulped. “You’re really lucky I like you, because I could’ve eaten you right then on the street.”
“R-really?” My eyes were huge.
Jaden grinned his slow sexy smile and leaned farther down. I sunk into my pillows. Do something. Scream. Bite. Push. Something. Why in the world are you frozen? Only vampires are frozen! That did it. Just as I opened my mouth to scream Jaden covered it with his.
Oh my gosh! About ten rapid heartbeats pounded before he released me.
“Got it,” he whispered above my lips. “I told you I’d kiss you again.”
“Urgh!” I growled.
He grinned, still hanging above me. “And you didn’t even push me away.”
I was pushing now. But he was ignoring me. He lowered the scant few inches to kiss me once more, this time I was prepared. With an evil gleam I bit him. Hard.
“Holy—!” The slew of foul language that escaped from Jaden’s mouth as he jerked away from me would’ve made a sailor blush. I wasn’t a sailor. My face stayed stone cold. In fact, I was ticked. I was more than ticked. This was my turn. I invited him up to my room to discuss things on my terms.
What in the world does that idiot think he’s doing trying to kiss me in my bed!? If my daddy were here Jaden Black would’ve been thrown outside on his head—werewolf or not. Boys weren’t allowed within a ten foot radius of our bedrooms at home. Now I know why! The jerk!
“Are you through?” I smiled my short tight smile at him.
“Holy mother of Pete’s sake!” He made an attempt to curb his temper as he stomped around covering his mouth with his hand. “What’d you do that for, huh?”
“That was only your bottom lip. Come near me again and I’ll bite your other one,” I stated calmly.
“You wanted me to kiss you! I could tell.”
The nerve. I took a deep breath to stay cool. “No. I didn’t. In fact, I was pushing you away.”
“You’re lucky you didn’t draw blood,” he pouted as he gingerly touched the swollen lip.
“No, you’re lucky I didn’t draw blood.” I heaved an exasperated breath. It was ridiculous going in circles with this guy. “What did you say to my parents anyway?”
“Nothing.” He stomped over to the chair and plopped down. “I was just teasing you about the werewolf stuff.”
“You mean you didn’t tell my mom?”
“That you thought I was a werewolf, no.” He leaned forward and pointed to his lip. “Do you see this? Do you? If I was a werewolf, my lip would already be healing!” He slumped back angrily into the chair. “No thanks to you I’ve gotta walk around like this for forever now.”
“Oh please! It’s not that bad.” He’s such a baby. I folded my arms. “Besides if you’re that mad at me, what are you still doing here?”
“Good point. I have no idea, really.” He grunted and stretched his long legs out in front of him. “Since I’ve met you, my whole life has turned upside down. For some reason I must enjoy this torture—because beyond my gut instincts to run as faraway as I can--I find your train wreck possibilities fascinating. And believe it or not, somewhat endearing. I mean, what other guy—within a forty-eight hour period--can say he’s had smoothie dumped on him, tears smeared all over his shirt, a shouting match in the middle of Bluebird Avenue, a fainting scare, werewolf accusations, and a bitten lip? See what I mean? I must be attracted to danger.”
“Yes, you fainted.” His eyes hungrily devoured my face and I gulped. “You’re really lucky I like you, because I could’ve eaten you right then on the street.”
“R-really?” My eyes were huge.
Jaden grinned his slow sexy smile and leaned farther down. I sunk into my pillows. Do something. Scream. Bite. Push. Something. Why in the world are you frozen? Only vampires are frozen! That did it. Just as I opened my mouth to scream Jaden covered it with his.
Oh my gosh! About ten rapid heartbeats pounded before he released me.
“Got it,” he whispered above my lips. “I told you I’d kiss you again.”
“Urgh!” I growled.
He grinned, still hanging above me. “And you didn’t even push me away.”
I was pushing now. But he was ignoring me. He lowered the scant few inches to kiss me once more, this time I was prepared. With an evil gleam I bit him. Hard.
“Holy—!” The slew of foul language that escaped from Jaden’s mouth as he jerked away from me would’ve made a sailor blush. I wasn’t a sailor. My face stayed stone cold. In fact, I was ticked. I was more than ticked. This was my turn. I invited him up to my room to discuss things on my terms.
What in the world does that idiot think he’s doing trying to kiss me in my bed!? If my daddy were here Jaden Black would’ve been thrown outside on his head—werewolf or not. Boys weren’t allowed within a ten foot radius of our bedrooms at home. Now I know why! The jerk!
“Are you through?” I smiled my short tight smile at him.
“Holy mother of Pete’s sake!” He made an attempt to curb his temper as he stomped around covering his mouth with his hand. “What’d you do that for, huh?”
“That was only your bottom lip. Come near me again and I’ll bite your other one,” I stated calmly.
“You wanted me to kiss you! I could tell.”
The nerve. I took a deep breath to stay cool. “No. I didn’t. In fact, I was pushing you away.”
“You’re lucky you didn’t draw blood,” he pouted as he gingerly touched the swollen lip.
“No, you’re lucky I didn’t draw blood.” I heaved an exasperated breath. It was ridiculous going in circles with this guy. “What did you say to my parents anyway?”
“Nothing.” He stomped over to the chair and plopped down. “I was just teasing you about the werewolf stuff.”
“You mean you didn’t tell my mom?”
“That you thought I was a werewolf, no.” He leaned forward and pointed to his lip. “Do you see this? Do you? If I was a werewolf, my lip would already be healing!” He slumped back angrily into the chair. “No thanks to you I’ve gotta walk around like this for forever now.”
“Oh please! It’s not that bad.” He’s such a baby. I folded my arms. “Besides if you’re that mad at me, what are you still doing here?”
“Good point. I have no idea, really.” He grunted and stretched his long legs out in front of him. “Since I’ve met you, my whole life has turned upside down. For some reason I must enjoy this torture—because beyond my gut instincts to run as faraway as I can--I find your train wreck possibilities fascinating. And believe it or not, somewhat endearing. I mean, what other guy—within a forty-eight hour period--can say he’s had smoothie dumped on him, tears smeared all over his shirt, a shouting match in the middle of Bluebird Avenue, a fainting scare, werewolf accusations, and a bitten lip? See what I mean? I must be attracted to danger.”
This is a rewrite of Jane Austen's Northanger Abbey. I'm rewriting all 6 of the Austens for YA.
Here's the blurb if you're just joining...
Seattle Washington, and the Russo family, are no match for Claire Hart and her savvy knowledge of all things vampire related. Thanks to her obsession with the Twilight series--if there is anyone who would know a vampire when she saw one, it's Claire. And she's positive totally hot Tony Russo is a vampire, she just has to prove it! Follow Claire's hilarious journey on her first summer adventure away from home, where she learns everything isn't what it seems, and in some instances, reality is way better than anything she'd ever find in a book.
I knew from the beginning that Northanger Abbey would be my biggest challenge to rewrite. Since it is the most unfamiliar/unread of all the Austen books. I love it! I think it is extremely funny and a complete satire of the gothic novels that were popular at the time. To modernize this, I needed to base my story off of massively popular modern gothic novels. Enter the Twilight Series.
