November Gratitude

Happy November, everyone! I can’t believe we’re here already! Halloween FLEW by in a whirlwind of costumes and candy and parties. The air has turned crisp (we even had our first snowfall here in Maine last night!) and as Thanksgiving nears, I’m filled with more and more with gratitude.

November is always a solid reminder to be thankful for all we have. And as hard as I try to extend that gratitude the whole year around, somehow, it always manages to slip away–ebbs and flows throughout the twelve months. I’ve always loved Thanksgiving. I loved that there were no gifts; it wasn’t filled with hours upon hours of wrapping presents or stressing about who you forgot to get something for this year (side note: two years in a row, I forgot to get my brother’s girlfriend a Christmas gift! OOPS.) Thanksgiving is about togetherness. It’s about sharing a meal and sharing love.

This year, I’ve been doing a lot more yoga. And for the month of November (and perhaps beyond), as I sit still on my mat, breathing deeply, I tell myself one thing I’m grateful for that day. But more importantly, I ask myself, how will I show that gratitude in my actions?

Today, I wanted to say THANK YOU to you! Because you, my readers, were in my thoughts today as I practiced yoga. Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading. Thank you for your support, encouragement, and feedback. Without you all, I’m simply a writer. But with you and because of you? I’m an author.

And for that, I will be eternally grateful.

Capturing You is Coming down from Kindle Unlimited~1/28/18!

Hello Bookworms!

Just a quick note to let everyone know that Capturing You is going to be leaving the Kindle Unlimited world in a couple of months! So… what does that mean for you?

Well, if you are a KU {Kindle Unlimited} subscriber, it means you have until January 28th, 2018 to read it for FREE. That’s plenty of time for this steamy, small town read!

If you are a Kindle reader, but NOT KU subscriber, then it doesn’t affect you at all! The book will still be available through Amazon–now and after January 2nd.

If you are a Nook, Kobo, iBooks, Smashwords, or other type of ereader, then this is great news for you! It means that on January 28th, Capturing You will once again be available to all readers! =)

Let me know if you have any questions and as always… HAPPY READING!

Get it HERE on Amazon!

After discovering she can’t have children, Lydia Ryder has all but convinced herself that she doesn’t need a family to be happy. But when her job as a magazine photographer lands her in the small town of Maple Grove, NH, a precocious ten year old and her single father barge into Lydia’s life, turning what she thinks she wants onto its head. In this town full of happily ever afters, Lydia finds herself wishing for things she had sworn off long ago…


When Cameron Tripp’s wife passed away from heart disease, he thought he’d never find love again. He certainly never would have expected a woman like Lydia Ryder to waltz into his life and awaken his dormant heart and libido. But despite his better judgment, Cam finds himself drawn to the vivacious and argumentative outsider. He quickly learns that, like him, she knows all about misplaced trust, heartbreak, and how quickly a family can fall apart if you let it.

Style File Friday: Labor Day Ready

Everyone celebrates Labor Day differently. I’m pretty used to backyard barbecues with maybe a little beach or pool party thrown into the mix. But in New York, early September can still be hot and sticky! I love this little outfit for a backyard party. fa0043952da79a89a93f621d1e74afce 22c2a9f17631a0d93e5a7eaa929d833dAnd this hairstyle of little rosettes along the base of your hairline is perfect to keep your neck cool while still looking polished but casual. I tend to prefer long shorts or capris rather than the little bitty shorts pictured here, but overall, I think this outfit is fresh and chic with the perfect touch of sexiness in the draped top.


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Lydia immediately moved to smooth her hair and straighten her shirt. Cam shook his head. “You don’t have to tidy yourself for me,” he whispered.
She froze, meeting his eyes once again. A blush crept over her cheeks. “Who says I was doing it for you?”
He flicked a glance around the room. “I don’t see anyone else in this kitchen.”
She raised her chin and swiped away a smear tomato sauce from her neck. “Maybe I’ve got a hot date later?”
“Well then in that case, you should leave the pizza sauce between your cleavage. Give him something to snack on.”



Young couple being affectionate in winter














Lydia stared out the window at the falling snow as the hostess at the Maple Grove Inn tapped her blue-polished fingernails across the computer keys. It was a wonder that her flight from LA to Boston wasn’t delayed with this weather. But what was even more amazing was the fact that the fallen snow stayed white for longer than twenty minutes. In New York City? That snow would be a dismal gray by now. But here in Maple Grove, it was like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting.

“Ms. Ryder, you said?” She leaned into the screen, brow furrowed and head shaking. “We don’t have a reservation under that name.”

Lydia inhaled deeply, letting the breath out long and slow. “My secretary made it for me. Maybe it’s under my magazine’s name? The City Star? Could you check again?” Then she added, “I’m here for the charity auction.”

There must be something in this New England water to cause people to lose their reservations. First her rental car at the airport, and now this? She’d had to lug her bags onto a bus and ride an additional hour crammed between people after an already exhausting six hour flight. She was flown to the west coast last minute for an impromptu story about a celebrity wedding. Though she had planned on using that week to study up on this charity auction story, celebrities took priority—as always. And Mara had promised to help with this auction story when throwing two last minute ideas her way. Something Lydia should be grateful for… and yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her boss was up to something.

The woman nodded with an uncertain smile. “Of course.” She tapped a few more keys, and the smile wobbled before she lifted her gaze again to Lydia’s. “I’m so sorry, but there’s no reservation under either name.”

A flash of aggravation twisted in her chest. “How is that possible? We even paid more for early check-in so I could get rid of my bags.” Lydia gestured to her rolling luggage, camera bag, and portfolio.

“I’m very sorry. Why don’t you have some lunch while I figure out a solution? Elsa’s Café is wonderful.” The lady gestured to a glass door off to the side of the hotel. Inside were a myriad of diners feasting on greasy eggs and, no doubt, crappy coffee. Where were the damn Starbucks around here?

Lydia shook her head. “No. No, thank you. I have a meeting to get to—”

“Hey, Michelle,” a baritone voice boomed from the stairwell. “I got that banister tightened and the shower in Room Six is working again. Anything else?”

Lydia stilled as her eyes traveled up the man’s body—tight, sweaty, and oh, so masculine. When she finally brought her gaze all the way up to his eyes, she was met with sparkling baby blues and a haughty smirk. You can do this. She could hear his voice as clearly as if it were yesterday. The man from the coffee shop. The man who unknowingly convinced her to take this job. One dark eyebrow arched over a spectacularly blue eye, and Lydia quickly turned her attention to the phone in her hand.

“I have to go,” she murmured to reception. “Just, uh, call me when you have a room ready.”

“But—” the clerk called after her.

Lydia dragged her heavy bags across the lobby and shoved through the entry door. With every breath, fog escaped her lips. She shivered and pulled her coat tighter around her. With a shake of her head, she brushed the fallen snow out of her straight, light-brown hair. Feelings lurched from her belly into her chest. She didn’t have time this week to connect. She didn’t have time to remember and explore the memories of one moment seven months ago. That man was trouble. She could feel it. The kind of trouble that was never boring, but always messy.

Her hand instinctively flew to her heart, hovering over the leather fabric of her coat. A snowflake caught on her eyelash, and as she blinked, it fluttered to the ground, a mere water droplet upon landing.

She’d be a little early for her meeting, but according to her phone, the primary school was just a short walk away. Tossing the camera strap around her body and hoisting the portfolio on one shoulder, she bounded down the rocky sidewalk, luggage rolling clumsily behind her, until her heel caught a crack in the sidewalk and she spiraled sideways. Her bag skipped over the curb, tipped to the side, and tumbled into the main street.

“Shit.” She scrambled to her feet as a car headed right for her Louis Vuitton. That luggage was her one splurge. The one item she had bought herself years ago with her first paying job. She had skipped happy hour drinks with her friends for a month to be able to afford it. “No! No, no, no…” She lunged for the bag. But two muscular arms caught her around the waist and tugged her back from the traffic.

The car swerved at the last minute, missing her bag, and Lydia exhaled, pressing a palm to her forehead. “Oh, thank God.”

“What’s the matter with you? Have you got a death wish?” The man released his hold. Had his hands lingered a moment longer than needed? Or did she simply imagine that?

Lydia knew even before she looked that it was the man from the inn. She remembered those hands. Holy hell, was he gorgeous. Testosterone personified. From beneath her wool coat, her nipples tightened. And it had nothing to do with the snowfall. “Oh.” She said, spine stiff. “Hi. Again.”

Bending, he lifted her luggage from the gutter. He shook his head, looking from her, to the bag, and back again. His mouth pressed into a line with a sensuous curve of the bottom lip. It was the sort of bottom lip that you wanted to nibble until he was writhing beneath you.

“You okay?” he finally asked. His swagger was slow as he moved closer. He rubbed his jaw, which despite it being one o’clock in the afternoon, was dark with a five o’clock shadow.

Lydia nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”

“Good. Then lead the way. I’ll carry your luggage for you.”

“Thank you, but—” Lydia’s voice came out in a willowy rasp. She cleared her throat and tried again. “But you don’t have to do that. I’m perfectly capable of pulling my own luggage.”

“Apparently, you’re not,” he countered with another heart-melting grin. “That was really stupid, by the way. Diving in front of traffic for a bag.” He gestured ahead of them. “After you. I’ll walk you to the elementary school.”

“How do you know where I’m going?” Lydia narrowed her gaze at the man. Perhaps it was too many years of living in a hardened city, but letting a man you don’t know walk you in a town you know even less about… it rang of a bad choice.

“You mentioned the charity auction back at the inn, right? And a meeting? I assume that means your meeting is at the school.”

Damn. He was good at that whole deductive reasoning thing. With a nod, Lydia walked, careful not to step in any other cracks in the sidewalk. After a moment, she cleared her throat. “It’s a very expensive bag, you know.”

He snorted. “More expensive than your life?”

Lydia lifted one shoulder to her ear. “I guess that was a little stupid, huh?”

“A little? Understatement of the year, I’d say.” His elbow brushed hers as they made their way down the street.

Lydia smoothed her hand down her ribs. “You’ve got quite a grip on you.”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His gaze darkened and he stopped walking, placing a hand on her arm.

Lydia shook her head. “Nothing a little yoga won’t fix.”

“I’m sorry. I just—I reacted. We’re lucky I didn’t knock us both into oncoming traffic.”

Lydia shrugged and resumed her slow stroll. “I’m not complaining. Seemed like you had it covered to me.” Something jumped in her chest as his eyes locked on her.

His mouth twitched as one corner lifted into a ghost of a smile. “I had you covered. Your bag might have been a different story, though.”

Her breath quickened. And it wasn’t until she moved her gaze down his body that she realized how unnaturally close they were walking. Like lovers. His elbow brushed against her, their knuckles grazing as their arms swung with each step. That dark hair that had been longer and tousled months ago was now trimmed; recently showered and styled.

“There’s also an artist in residency program around here, right? Where’s that in relation to the school?” She could hardly see through the snow as the wind picked up, lifting her hair and whipping it around her face.

“It’s not too far. But it’s back the other way.” He paused, pushing a hand into his coat pocket. “Don’t you have a car?”

“Another reservation casualty, I’m afraid,” Lydia sighed.

He hissed through his teeth, shaking his head. “This town’s gonna be a nightmare without a car. Let me see what I can do. I might be able to get you a rental from Sal’s… our local used car shop. Won’t be fancy—”

“That would be amazing. Trust me, with the week I’ve had, I don’t need anything fancy.”

The school was less than a block ahead. An American flag flew, hoisted in the sky, and Lydia shaded her eyes, looking the building up and down. It wasn’t huge. Fuzzy memories from her own school days slid into her mind like storm clouds.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve stepped foot in a school,” she said, her voice more wispy than she intended. “Then again, I spent more time in the principal’s office than the classroom most days.”

“You? In the principal’s office?” His nose scrunched. “C’mon. You were probably the straight A student, right?” He elbowed her arm playfully.

Lydia snorted. “Hardly. I was the rebellious cheerleader who always got caught smoking in the bathrooms or making out under the bleachers.” Lydia laughed in spite of herself, remembering Jimmy Crane’s hand up her bra during a pep rally. She twirled her grandmother’s sapphire ring, the smooth white-gold cold as it brushed against her finger. They had both been caught with their shirts pulled off and dragged into the principal’s office by Sister Maria. Jimmy had been grounded for two weeks. But Lydia? Her mom never even answered the phone when the principal called. Lydia swallowed. She would have killed back then to have a mother who cared enough to punish her.

“Here you are.” He set her bag to the ground and turned to face Lydia. They stood so close that with just one more step forward, her breasts would be pressed against his chiseled chest.

Holy shit. Get a grip. When Lydia looked into his eyes again, he held a hand out for her to take. She slipped her palm inside. His skin was surprisingly soft and warm despite the freezing weather, and he held hers firmly in a slow shake.

“It was nice to meet you….?” His voice trailed off, asking for her name.

“Lydia.” She answered. “Lydia Ryder.”

“Lydia,” he repeated, and her name on those full lips brought goose bumps to her flesh.

She waited for him to respond with his name, but he simply towered above her, his hand gripping her fingers and a smirk splayed prominently on his face.

“Well,” she said, pulling away when his answer was absent. “I should get in there.” She crouched and pulled the handle of the luggage. “Will I be seeing you around?”

His grin widened. “Oh, I can guarantee it.” He tipped an invisible hat. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Ryder.”




Meeting You – A Maple Grove Prequel

You guys!!!!!! I’m so excited! The prequel to my newest series (Maple Grove) is officially OUT! I really wanted this to be a free read for y’all and I’m still working on making that happen over at Amazon. It’s currently free at Smashwords…and will soon be available for free on B&N, iBooks, Kobo, etc.

If you want to see this price drop to FREE on Amazon as well, you can go here and under “Product Details” you can fill out a form to let them know of a lower price.

But in the meantime, you can download it on Smashwords! Also, be sure to like and add it to your To Be Read piles on Goodreads along with the first book in the series, Capturing You (coming December 16th!).

And just for fun, here’s a sample from Meeting You: A Day with the Tripps












PART ONE: Cameron

“Madelynn, could you please just sit still long enough for me to brush your hair?” Cameron Tripp tugged the hairbrush through his daughter’s snarled dark strands. The bristles snagged on God only knew what, and he pulled again as Maddie’s shrill scream echoed in the bathroom of their lakeside cottage.

“Ow!” she cried. “Stop! Stop it, you’re hurting me!” Tears streamed down her cheeks, and Cam stole a quick look in the mirror. Were they real tears or crocodile tears? He could never tell the damn difference, but Hannah always knew. She’d known without even looking.

“Mommy never yanked!”

Her small shoulders trembled while her ruddy cheeks flushed red, hot with tears, frustration, and anger. An anger that at only nine years old, she probably had no understanding of.

Cam stilled his hands, gently freeing the brush out of her tangled hair and setting it down on the sink. “Sorry, Mouse. I forgot the detangler.”

Giant brown eyes brimmed with tears, eyelashes spiked with moisture. Those eyes—they were all Hannah, a little piece of his late wife reflected there. Cam swallowed, and it went down hard. A heaviness landed in his chest, that too familiar knot twisting into his throat. He pulled his daughter in tight for a hug.

“You always forget.” A staggered inhalation caused Maddie’s lips to tremble, and she clumsily swiped her hands across her cheeks.

“I don’t always forget.” A loaded breath pushed from his lungs as he lowered to search the cupboard under the sink. Cam inwardly cursed. “We’re already late for Grandma’s dinner. Can you cut your old man some slack?”

Damn there were a lot of bottles in the back of the cabinet. Hannah’s? He leaned closer and inhaled, seeking her scent, but after a year and a half, the lingering smell of almonds was gone.

Hannah’s voice in his head was merely a wispy memory.

“You can do this.” It held a gravely rasp that only surfaced when her heart was working too hard.

Cam wiped at his leaky eyes and pressed the cool cloth to her forehead once more. Hair that was a fiery red mere days earlier was now a dull rust color plastered to her clammy skin.

“Don’t say that,” he said, firm but gentle. “You’ll pull through this. You always do.” An eerie silence was all the response he needed to know that neither of them really believed that. Machines beeped beside him, and he brushed his hand down her arm, stopping just short of her IV and the oxygen monitor pinched to her index finger.

Hannah’s smile tilted on full lips, and Cam took the quiet moment to study every curve and dip of her face. Beautiful. Even while ill. But where her cheeks used to be plump, they were now gaunt. Where her blush would normally match the rosy hue of her mouth, it was now a grayish mauve. Even her freckles looked pale. The whites of her deep brown eyes were now a buttery yellow—courtesy of the experimental drug her doctor had recommended.

A cough sputtered out of her lips, and Cam rushed for the bucket, helping her lean over it. Blood and phlegm spurted with more force than he could bear to see, and her bony chest heaved with the movement.

She gasped for breaths between coughs, and Cam scooped her hair out of the way, holding it in a knot at the back of her head. The fit slowed until her breathing returned to normal—or as normal as it could be at the moment. He gently lowered her back to the pillow and wiped her lips and chin.

“Thank you,” she whispered, tracing figure eights across the back of his hand. “When we said our vows nine years ago, I bet you didn’t expect the ‘in sickness’ to come so quickly.”

They both gave a morbid chuckle and Cam shook his head, running a hand down his face. “I’m just glad we had a lot more ‘for betters’ than ‘for worses’ in our life.”

“’Til death do us part,” she recited quietly.

A burning sensation prickled behind Cam’s nose and eyes. “Not even then, Hannah.”

Her smile trembled and her eyes fluttered closed and Cam held her hand, letting the moment pass. She broke the silence after another minute. “Cam—”

“No,” his voice cracked as he shook his head, fisting the shitty hospital blanket with his free hand. “No—Hannah, don’t say it. Please.”

With what little strength she had, she lifted her palm to Cam’s cheek, scraping her nail across his stubble and directing his gaze back to her. Salty tears fell down his nose, over his lips, landing on her hand. “It’s time. You can do this. You’re an amazing dad—with or without me.”

He shook his head, unable to form any additional words. To call what was lodged in his throat a knot would be the understatement of the year. It was like five knots all twisted together. “Don’t give up, Hannah. Keep fighting.”

With their faces this close, he couldn’t tell if it was her tears or his running down her cheeks, or a combination of both. She pulled a wheezy breath through cracked lips. “I’ll fight until the last second. But my heart can’t keep up with my spirit anymore.”

“Then we just have to get you a new heart, huh?” Cam squeezed her hand, inwardly cringing at how bony it was. She was first on the list for a donor match—if she could just fight a bit longer.

“Even being at the top of the list can take months. Years, even.”

“I know—”

“Cameron, look at me. Do you think I have months left?”

He knew the answer to that, but he couldn’t respond. Not without admitting the one thing he couldn’t stomach at the moment. “It could take months. Or we could get a call tomorrow.”

She sighed, and though it was quiet, it was loaded with innuendo. “I need you to admit that this is a possibility. I need you to admit it for you, for Maddie… and for me.” The long sentence took a lot out of her, and she paused, catching her breath. Cam lifted the glass of tepid water to her lips, and she sipped. After another moment, she continued. “I know you’re going to be fine without me… but I need you to know it too.”

Cam closed his eyes, and the sterile smell of the hospital flooded his senses. God, he hated that smell. Bending, he felt the familiar tickle of Hannah’s hair against his nose and inhaled deeply, the faint scent of almonds still there. “Maddie and I will be fine,” he said. Only, he sounded nothing like himself. “We will be fine without you. Eventually. But fuck, will it hurt like hell.”

Her sigh was one of relief this time. “At first, yes.”

Pulling back, Cam brushed her hair, running his fingers through the silky strands.

“I know this is the point that I’m supposed to tell you to move on and find love again…” A smile flickered on her lips and grew the widest he’d seen since she entered the hospital. “But she better not be a redhead, too.”

He chuckled quietly. Oh, God, he loved her. “Never. You’re my only ginger, baby.”

Hannah scooted over in the tiny hospital bed, rolling over to her side. “Lay with me,” she whispered, making room for him. He settled in behind her, careful not to take up too much room or put unneeded weight on her frail body. Spooning her, he nestled his nose into her neck. Each breath grew heavier and more peaceful until she fell asleep in his arms. And never woke up.

Grabbing the purple bottle of spray detangler, he mentally cursed when he realized it was empty. He spotted a second purple bottle with a jumping kangaroo on it. “Styling spray,” he read aloud. “Does that work like detangler?”

Maddie shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Shit. Well, here goes nothing. Cam generously sprayed the gunk into her hair. Pulling the brush through, the wide bristles slid through easily enough. But within two minutes, her head turned crunchy… glossy, like a shiny plastic hair-helmet. “What the—Maddie, what is this stuff?”

She scrunched her nose, trying to run her fingers through her hair. “It feels weird. Gross.”

“Well, it looks a little weird.” And gross. Though he didn’t say that out loud. Who knew what kind of complexes he could give his pre-pubescent daughter with a statement like that. “I dunno what to tell you, kiddo. Dumb Dad messed up again. Maybe a bow will help?”

“I think it’s too hard.” Poking at her hair, Maddie giggled. The ends frayed out in a Jetson’s sort of swoop, with her bangs flipped all to one side. As she peered into the mirror, her giggle morphed into full on laughter.

“Sorry, Mouse.”

Her laughter slowed, and despite the moment of happiness, her eyes and mouth tilted down so slightly Cam barely would have noticed. Maddie didn’t say anything else but wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed. “Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.”

The lump in his throat swelled once more, and Cam closed his eyes. God, this was hard. Harder than he ever imagined it would be. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the crest of her head, getting a mouthful of gel-like chemicals.

He leaned over, spitting into the sink. “Blech,” he said, rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand. A smirk tugged on his lips.

The phone rang from the other room and Maddie ran off to answer it. Cam looked to the right of the mirror where a small shelf that held a framed wedding photo of he and Hannah and one of those diffuser things that had long since run out of perfume.

Maddie footsteps pounded down the hall as she ran up to him, holding the cordless phone out. “It’s some magazine asking about Uncle Noah.”

Cam swallowed a frustrated groan. What the hell had Noah done now? Taking the phone from Maddie, he shooed her out of the room shutting the door behind her. “Hello.”

“Mr. Tripp, this is Dan from the Daily Vi—”

“No comment,” he said and quickly hung up, tossing the phone onto the sink. Looking into the mirror, he barely recognized the man looking back at him. Dark circles framed his eyes. Glancing again at the framed picture of Hannah and himself, he couldn’t believe how much he’d changed.

The candid wedding moment was one of his favorites. Sitting at their table, they were just about to eat dinner—it was the first food either of them had eaten since breakfast and they were starving. And even though Cam could remember the rumbling feeling of his growling stomach crying out in protest, he had been even more hungry for Hannah’s kiss than the meal.

The Top 5 Ridiculous Things RomComs Made Me Paranoid About

I love my RomComs. In fact, for many years, I watched them almost exclusively. At age eighteen, I had seen She’s All That, starring Freddie Prinze Jr. a dozen times, but had never seen Chinatown. I have since expanded my film palate. However, having grown up on romantic comedies, I realized that there were a handful of things within these movies that I had an odd (and rather unrealistic) paranoia over. In no particular order…

1) A Man Arriving at my House Without Notice
In almost every movie, a love interest will inevitably surprise the other by showing up randomly at their house. Sometimes when they’re sick. SICK! Have you SEEN me when I’m sick? The sight is not a pretty one! And because of these stupid, wonderful movies, I had an inexplicable fear of someone I liked showing up randomly at my door when I wasn’t ready. Even when I became an “adult” (::snort:: that still feels weird to say!) and moved to NYC, this fear lingered in the back of my mind.

46406252557845notting-hill-movie_02“I’m just a girl. Standing in front of a boy. Asking him to text me before showing up to my door.”








2) Whenever You’re Happy, Something Bad Will Happen
Just when I would find a happy groove in a relationship and everything was going great–that paranoia would inevitably set in. Things aren’t supposed to go well, right? There’s supposed to be tension…drama! And I would wait for it, fingers drumming along the table as my eyes shifted about the room nervously. Nothing’s perfect. No one’s happy for long. Not until AFTER some sort of conflict–then, and only then do you achieve your happily ever after!
And yes…this was a ridiculous notion.

284500901429787849_a9xvkrzm_c3) Someone Confessing Their Love to Me in Front of a Huge Crowd
In almost every romantic comedy, there’s a moment–a grand gesture in front of a huge crowd of people. The guy will stand on the bleachers singing “You’re Just Too Good to Be True” in front of your team mates. Or the girl will get up in front of the entire school at the biggest sporting game of the year waiting for her first kiss. Or he’ll chase her cab on his motorcycle just to stop traffic on the Brooklyn Bridge so that he can apologize! The opportunities for showing love and affection in front of a massive audience are ENDLESS. And as a shy girl? They were also terrifying.




4) Angry Kissing/Angry Sex.
When I was young…I just didn’t get it. (Okay…honesty time? I still sort of don’t) The LAST thing I feel like when I’m pissed is kissing the mouth that made me feel so livid. So the thought of a guy grabbing me and kissing me while I’m mad and yelling? Less sexy and more “do it again and I’ll punch you in the nuts.” Maybe it’s just never been done correctly with me. Or maybe I have anger management issues. ::shrugs::

Sleeping-Sandra-Bullock_6105) Someone Interrupting My Wedding Ceremony.
This one especially was a bit far fetched. I mean, after all, just WHO did I think I was? Julia Roberts? Rachel McAdams? Katharine Ross? NO! But especially when I was younger, I thought this was pretty much status quo. Inevitably in life, you would THINK you found the person you were to be with because he was “safe.” But in actuality, it was the passion filled OTHER guy who you REALLY loved. And you wouldn’t realize this until you were at the alter, waiting to say “I do” and he would run in to stop you. It’s CRAZY! What creeper would ACTUALLY do that??? But I’ll admit it…even on my wedding day, when I was 29 years old, I had a moment of “Oh my god, would someone do that? Is one of my crazy ex’s gonna come running down that aisle after me?” Guess what? They didn’t. Because NO ONE DOES THAT.


BONUS! 6) Kissing in the Rain
In theory, it sounds sexy. But in reality? It’s cold. It’s wet. And we’ll probably both catch pneumonia. No thanks.

You think it will be like this….









But REALLY, it’s like this…