TITLE: Southern Gypsy
GENRE: YA Paranormal
Most normal sixteen-year-old girls didn’t see their boyfriend’s murder during their first kiss, but after locking lips with Seth Carlson I realized that normal just wasn’t in the cards for me.
After nearly a month of “hanging out,” the perfect ending to our first official date as a couple inched so close I could smell the cherry on his breath from his swizzle stick. Cyndi Lauper squealed in the background about girls wanting their fun while my heart thumped in unison with the pulsing screams of the Tilt-A-Whirl spinning behind us. Seth’s fingers grazed the back of my neck sending rows of goose bumps racing down my arms. I wanted to touch him, but an invisible layer of super glue pinned my hands to my thighs. Forget the passionate Scarlett O’Hara-Rhett Butler moment I fantasized about, the still-frame of my first kiss performance belonged in the dictionary under the word choke.
Seth’s head tilted slightly sending strands of sandy brown hair sweeping across his forehead. My cheeks burned as his eyes studied every inch of my face before zeroing in on my mouth. I stopped breathing when his arms slipped around my waist locking our bodies together.
What if I was a terrible kisser? Attempting to fight off the fear I decided to go for it. Prying my hands from my legs I threw them around his neck and held on tight. Unfortunately, when I dove forward my lips missed his mouth by at least six inches and landed on his neck.