Do I fully understand how Kindle Vella works? No, the internet and most modern technology confuses me even though I am not an incredibly old person who has never used technology before. Anyway, readers in Vella can like and fave stories, in which case a fancy little crown appears above the cover. For example:
Yes, this post is just me bragging that my Vella novel is now top faved. Awesome! Even if I don’t totally get what this means, I’m thrilled people loved (or faved) my book! Thank you so much, and go check out the episodes of The Boy Next Door if you haven’t yet.
Quick Description: A shy artist works up his nerve to confess his feelings for his neighbor, the boy next door. But when his neighbor’s moody, wannabe rock star brother returns home unexpectedly, his love note falls into the wrong hands.
Though the main character Sam shares some of anxious personality traits, Hunter (aka the bad boy next door) is who I have a huge soft spot for. Whether being tough or showing his softer side, he was so much fun to write.
Here’s an excerpt where Sam runs into Hunter on the street after dinner. Hunter gives him some advice.
“Hey, you barhopping too?” He nods, indicating some bars farther down the block.
“Fish tacos,” I answer honestly and stupidly.
“Okay?” He seems to regret saying anything to me. That makes two of us.
Still without his leather jacket, Hunter looks smaller. The night helps hide his surprisingly muscled arms, probably from dragging his drum set around.
“I’m not old enough for bars,” I say when we linger awkwardly.
Leaning in, he confides, “I never let that stop me.”
But I will. Because I’m not as cool and badass as him. He never lets me forget.
“Well, I should probably—” go far away as fast as possible.
“I can sneak you in,” he offers, probably because he knows I’ll refuse. Is he even old enough to drink legally? If so, it’s just barely.
“Sam,” he says, his tone strange.
His teasing demeanor vanishes in an instant. Us prey to the predators know when it’s time to make a quick exit.
“Uh, see you around, Hunter.”
When he moves, I expect him to waltz right by me to the alcohol without saying goodbye. Instead, he steps right into my personal space. As he joins me in the shadows, I can’t see the intensity in his eyes, but I feel it on my skin.
“Be bold,” he says.
Up this close, it’s hard to breathe normally without inhaling the scent of him. And I never could read those eyes even in better light, too dark with unfathomable depths.
I manage to step away. “Fish tacos were bold enough for one night.”
“No, not about your plans for tonight. Just in general.” He’s trying to tell me something. What? I don’t know. “Sounds like advice you need to hear.”
“I do fine.” I cross my arms around myself, suddenly chilly out here.
“You could do better than fine,” he insists. “Be bold. You won’t get what you want otherwise.”
“How do you know what I want?”
Something about his expression makes me wonder if somehow he sees right through me. He isn’t smirking as he always does, yet he seems sure.
A shiver wracks my body, and I hope he doesn’t see. He probably does because he sees everything, it feels like he’s viewing my soul and finding me lacking. Any second, he’s going to reveal what I try to keep hidden—but the moment ends.
“Anything worth wanting doesn’t come easily, so.” He shrugs.
“Yeah, yeah.” I take another step away, but it doesn’t feel far enough. “Bold. Got it.”
“No you don’t.” He seems… sad. Sad I’m so slow. He pities me. Nothing new there.
I smile tightly. “Have a good night.”
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