Monday, September 30, 2013
Shades of Pink Teaser - Blush by Angela Yseult
Every day until the end of September, I will post here the blurb for one of the stories from the Shades of Pink charity anthology, as well as a teaser, and a short bio for the author. The anthology will be available on October 1st, with all proceeds going to breast cancer research but you can donate today and get it 5 days early! I invite you to come back, share the links for these teasers, tell your friends about it... It's all for a good cause! And if you tweet about it, you can use the hashtag #shadesofpink :)
Today, a glimpse from Blush by Angela Yseult
Tonight, Cathy and Matthew are fulfilling a promise they made to each other. They’re sharing a bottle of champagne, toasting with every sip the small events that peppered the first year of their friendship. Cathy, though, wishes it could become more than friendship. Maybe tonight..?
The party was dubbed an ‘anti-prom.’ I thought it was pretty darn ironic seeing how it was specifically scheduled to take place a week after the actual prom so people who wanted to go to both could do so. Then again, my entire junior year of high school had felt like a giant, unending bucket of irony, so that was pretty much par for the course.
I didn’t go to prom. When my parents asked me why not, I made this excuse about wanting my senior prom to be more unique. Truth was, no one had asked me, and the one person I might have considered asking to go with me—if I’d suddenly overcome all my self-worth issues—had made it clear he wasn’t interested in going. He’d been the one to tell me about the anti-prom.
He hadn’t technically invited me there as his date, he’d just been passing the information on to me as well as a few other people. Still, I liked to think he’d been smiling a bit more widely when he’d told me than when he’d told the others. Also, it might not be a date, but we still had plans for that night, something we’d promised each other we’d share when the occasion presented itself.
His name was Matthew. He was my best friend. I really hoped by the time our senior prom rolled around he’d be more than that. I even had some crazy, feeble hopes the ‘something more’ might start that very night.
One of his friends, Axel, was throwing the party. I knew him from hanging out with Matthew, but not really much more than that. Matthew had so many friends, it was hard to keep track of them all. I didn’t know what to expect until I got there. Not to mention getting lost twice on the way because I trusted Matthew’s hand-drawn map and refused to ask Google Maps to get me there. I’d imagined a large house or even a mansion capable of hosting the hundred plus guests Matthew had said might come. Instead, when I turned onto the beaten-earth driveway, my car’s headlights flashed over a sign that read, ‘Moonlight Stables Riding Camp.’
I’m not one for crowds. The ‘hundred plus’ part of the equation would have kept me the heck away from that party if Matthew hadn’t been the one not-inviting me. So I felt more than a little nervous when I parked my car among two or three dozen more. The party had started while I was running in circles following my less than adequate map, and most guests were already there, I supposed. I sat in my car and quite honestly considered just going back home.
I’d tell my parents that Lauren—my alibi—hadn’t been feeling well so we’d cancelled the sleepover. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d lied, truly lied, to my parents. I’d felt like squirming the entire time.
The only thing was, I couldn’t leave without at least telling Matthew. Another lie coming up… I’d tell him I felt sick or something. It wasn’t the first time I’d bailed on him. He always had so many people around him that I usually felt like he wouldn’t miss me much if I didn’t show up.
When I turned on my phone to text him, I realized he’d sent me three messages while I was driving.
Where are you?
If you bail on me I swear I’m turning up on your doorstep tonight and inviting myself over.
Come on, Cat, we had a date.
Being a teenager can be complicated.
Being a teenager when you happen to be a Shifter, when the universe is your playground, when you live with vampires or your world is under siege by demons is even more complicated.
Or at least, that’s what Angela Yseult’s characters tell her; her own teenage years were fairly uneventful… and still, rather complicated at times, too.
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