I'm excited/nervous about this book. I think the subject is important, as a mom of a peanut allergic child. It's fiction of course and thoughtful and emotional (I hope), but I also hope it gets readers thinking.
I'm working on Sourcebooks Book 4 right now and my brilliant editor and the team are trying to come up with a better title than the one I did. You don't even WANT TO KNOW!
Anyhow...
Here's a sneak peak at the copyedits for the first paragraph of WHO I KISSED. Yes. I did say changeroom instead of locker room a WHOLE BUNCH of times. (Canadianism)
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A loud thunk from the viewing area startles me as I flip-flop from the l[J1] ocker room to the pool[J2] deck. I glance over to see a boy dropping to the ground from the high top of the bleachers. He’s staring at me, not even trying to hide it by sneaking in little peeks the way most boys do when they see girls in bathing suits. As he straightens himself up,[J3] he grins (ok) and it’s mischievous and cute but makes me trรจs uncomfortable. Boys didn’t show off or stare at me at my old school or swim club. They had no reason to. But things are different now, and this guy doesn’t take his eyes off me.
