Spring renewal comes with many things – the annual Sheffield Family Lawn Game Tournament, my part-time job at the Talbot plant nursery, an inexplicable increase in dick drawings on the outside of my locker.
Blog Tour ~ Prom-Wrecked by Jennifer DiGiovanni and T.H. Hernandez
“Do you want to dance after the announcements?”
It was exactly like a film. And she was the lead actress for once, rather than the best friend.
He had asked her to dance.
As in come up to her in front of everyone and asked her to save him a dance. Had her “Yeah, sure” been calm enough? She was fretting it had been a bit squeaky but he had said “Cool” back, and smiled at her, so that was all right.
Blog Tour ~ Operation Prom Date by Cindi Madsen ~ Excerpt + Giveaway
Sartre said hell is other people, but he obviously never experienced a winter heat wave in the Georgia Lowcountry. Six weeks ago, my best friend and I were drinking cocoa laced with swiped rum, huddled under covers on the couch, oohing over the fat, lacy snowflakes that drifted into frozen piles on the sidewalks. Today, I’m trying to resist fainting from the broiler-like temperatures. In winter.