Not everyone gets to have a romantic Valentine’s Day, and Violet Perch, the main character in Eruption, has had a series of bad ones. Last year, her high school boyfriend proposed to her in front of the entire school at the Valentine’s Day dance. (She said no.) Unfortunately, in this excerpt, we see her the next year when she’s the one who gets the big N-O.
EXCERPT
I’d spent months forcing myself into mental placidity where Boone Ramer was concerned, the mantra “not into you” repeating like an endless ride through “It’s A Small World” at Disneyland. Now, unexpectedly, I climbed the rails right before the steepest drop of “Thunder Mountain.” Dark. Disoriented. Exhilarated.
“You’re not like most girls, are you?”
The confusing question spurred me to blurt my own, a thought barely formed in my mind, much less my mouth. “Do you want to go to the Valentine’s formal with me?”
His head shook “no” too quickly, automatically, as if I’d offered him a cube of disgusting, moldy cheese. “I can’t,” he added, in case I hadn’t gotten the unequivocal message.
I looked past him into the warmth of the library, wishing I could reverse the clock and return to “It’s A Small World.”
No such luck. The bottom of the roller coaster dropped, leaving me, well, screwed. In less than five minutes I’d gone from time-to-study-French-verbs to a fresh hell of obsession for Boone Ramer.
Not.
Into.
You.
“Okay,” I said as I ducked around him. “That’s embarrassing.”
“Violet, wait,” he said when I was halfway to the door.
END OF EXCERPT
BLURB
I’m in the middle of the perfect college semester, hundreds of miles from Mom, with an awesome roomie and my freshman crush finally becoming a sophomore reality—Hotness! I’m figuring out calculus, I’ve got both hands on the handlebars and the wind of freedom in my hair. What on earth could slow my roll?
How about if the Yellowstone volcano erupts for the first time in 630,000 years, spewing a continuous load of ash (crap) all over North America? Think that’ll put a kink in my bicycle chain?
Make that kinks, plural, because here’s a scientific fact I’ll bet you didn’t know. Nothing ruins the perfect semester like a super caldera. Now that I’ve made you smarter today, maybe you can tell me how to keep my life cruising in the right direction—no to Mom, yes to roomie, double yes to Hotness!—during a global disaster?
My lame name is Violet and, in the interest of full disclosure, I’m not hanging from the side of a cinder cone on the last page of this trauma, but there’s definitely more to come. Unless, of course, humans become extinct and then there’s not. Duh.
Eruption is book one in the Yellowblown™ Series and is available at Amazon.
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you have a great way with words and forming the picture in my head. Violet’s angst and those younger years sound very familiar. nice hook
Thank you for mentioning Violet’s angst, Michelle. Some readers think she is a little too self-centered and hates her mother for no reason, and I’m like, “Were you never a teenaged girl?” Maybe I was just a horrible teenager….
Love the Disneyland references, very apt, esp. since I live about a mile from there. 😉
Yellowstone blowing it’s top would be huge and messy. Very intriguing storyline.
You will appreciate, as a fellow author, what I went through trying to figure out how to punctuate the names of rides…. Thanks for visiting!
Love the references to It’s A Small World – but now the song is in my head.
Sorry, Victoria. It is definitely an ear worm kind of song.
I can see what’s going on there, and I was sold.