I always feel a little left out at Halloween when all the on-line festivities involve books about witches, ghosts, vampires, werewolves and other assorted scary creatures. I don’t write books about any of those things. The scariest thing I write about is falling in love. Although my characters do have to face a lot of fears. Those fears may not involve things that go bump in the night or scary creatures that can sink their fangs into their necks, but they are fears nonetheless.
In my most recent romance One Wicked Night, now available from Samhain Publishing, Tyler Wirth has to return home face his family ten years after being basically disowned by them. He doesn’t want to do it and the only reason he’s going home is because his sister Avery is getting married. There are a lot of secrets in the Wirth family, including secrets that Tyler has kept for other people. When the complicated web of secrets and sins starts to unravel, Tyler has to face his biggest fear — his fear that if he tells his parents the truth, they still won’t love him anyway.
Kaelin Daume has her own fears. Even though she’s had a vague sense of dissatisfaction with her life for some time, she’s comfortable living in Maple Glen, in the house she grew up in, with the people she’s known her whole life. She’s afraid to make changes in her unexciting life because change is scary. Seeing Tyler again at Avery’s wedding is also scary, especially after what happened the last time she saw him. And when seeing Tyler and his best friend Nick results in her throwing caution to the wind, Kaelin too has to face her biggest fear — can she leave her safe and careful life to have those things she’s always wanted deep down inside…but was too afraid to admit she wanted?
Being vulnerable and honest and taking the risk of opening your heart requires a lot of courage. So when you think about it, falling in love can be pretty darn scary.
Here’s a short excerpt from One Wicked Night:
Nick waved a hand. “If you go back there and try to talk to them, what do you think will happen?”
“Nothing! That’s the point! Nothing will change!”
“No, I mean, what’s the worst thing that could happen? What the hell are you so afraid of?”
Tyler gripped the steering wheel so tight his fingers hurt. His head felt as if it was going to explode, so much pressure built up inside him. His heart hammered and stomach churned. What was he afraid of?
He knew. He’d always known. He closed his eyes. Gritted his teeth.
“Tyler.” Nick’s voice was softer.
“I’m afraid—” His voice cracked. Embarrassed he turned away. “Fuck. Fuck you, Nick.”
“I’m afraid…” He swallowed hard. “If I tell them the truth, I’m afraid it won’t make any difference.” The words were wrenched out of him painfully, like ripping a hole in his gut. “They still won’t love me, even if they know the truth.”
There. It was out. He’d spoken it aloud. He couldn’t look at Nick.
Nick’s hand landed on his knee. “You gotta face it, man,” he said again, quietly. “You gotta live with yourself. Thinking that is eating you alive. You have to tell them. You have to try to move on.”
“I can’t tell them everything. Some of it’s not mine to tell.” He thought of Kaelin confronting him about the wrecked car when he was seventeen. He couldn’t betray his sister by telling his parents the truth about that.
“Not all of it, no.”
“I tried to tell them. They didn’t believe me.”
“You didn’t try. Like always, you just let them blame you and never said a goddamn word.”
Tyler bent his head.
“You wanted them to have stuff to hate you about, didn’t you?”
He said nothing, but he knew the truth of it. He’d never felt he could live up to their expectations. So he made sure that he didn’t.
“How’s that working for you?” Nick asked dryly, breaking the tension. Tyler choked out a laugh.
“I can’t do it.”
“I’m with you.”
“I’m not sure that helps.” Tyler lifted his head and gave Nick a rueful smile. “You want me to tell them about us?”
“If you want to, I’m fine with it.” Nick held his gaze steadily.
“Fuck, man,” Tyler whispered. “You fucking kill me.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m fine if you don’t tell them, too. Your choice.”
Tyler felt as if his guts were being ripped out of him. “Fuck,” he said again.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Kelly Jamieson recently sold her twenty-first romance novel. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. If she can stop herself from reading or writing, she loves to cook. She has shelves of cookbooks that she reads at length. She also enjoys gardening in the summer, and in the winter she likes to read gardening magazines and seed catalogues (there might be a theme here...) She also loves shopping, especially for clothes and shoes. She loves hearing from readers, so please visit her website at http://www.kellyjamieson.com/ or contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.