Author Guest Post With Jaye Frances

Jaye Frances has kindly agreed to guest post here to share a sneak peak of her newest release, The Possibilities of Amy.
 About The Author:

Jaye Frances is the author of the new paranormal/occult romance The Kure, the first novel in The Kure series. She is also a featured columnist for the NUSA SUN magazine. Jaye was born in the Midwest and grew up surrounded by traditional values and conservative attitudes (which she quickly discarded). She readily admits that her life’s destination has been the result of an open mind and a curiosity about all things irreverent. When she’s not consumed by her writing, Jaye enjoys cooking, traveling to all places tropical and “beachy” and taking pictures—lots of pictures—many of which find their way to her website. Jaye lives on the central gulf coast of Florida, sharing her home with one husband, six computers, four cameras, and several hundred pairs of shoes.
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 Guest Post:

Thank you, Lucy, for hosting me on Moonlight Gleam today. I really appreciate the opportunity to give your readers a sneak peek at my new romance novella, The Possibilities of Amy, and to provide a little background of the story.
We all knew someone like him—the unassuming, quiet, almost reclusive guy who sat in the back of the classroom. He was the one who everyone recognized by sight, but not by name. The one who fell in love with the most beautiful girl in town. 
  
Welcome back to high school, and meet David, a mostly decent guy trying to keep hormones and heartache in balance. Not an easy task, considering his buddies spend most of their time at the intersection of nerd and pervert. Add a new, beautiful transfer student into the mix, and the sparks—and egos—begin to fly.

 The Possibilities of Amy:
Title: The Possibilities of Amy
Author: Jaye Frances
Publication Date: March 12, 2012
Amy is the ultimate trophy girl—gorgeous face, killer body, and a vivacious personality. But there’s something else about her, something that makes her even more special. Amy is new. A transfer student from out of state, she’s starting her senior year without knowing a soul. And that means she’s up for grabs, available.

Infatuated from the moment he sees her, David is determined to meet Amy, and if the fates are willing, to spend the rest of his life with her. But his shyness prevents him from approaching her—until his friends devise a contest to determine who will be the first to prove their manhood by seducing her.

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Special Note from the author:


The Possibilities of Amy
is available now in Kindle on Amazon for only $.99
 Book Excerpt:

The three of us met every day before school. Assuming our regular positions—leaning against one of the slatted wooden benches in the quad—we gathered like tribal chieftains to survey our turf and plan our conquests, real and imagined.
Mark always arrived first. An anomaly of sorts, he was a contradiction in both appearance and personality. His boyish face barely balanced his heavy-lidded blue eyes and paling complexion. And with his slight build teetering on the frail, he gave the impression of a young child who was aging much too rapidly. Mark could display a quick wit, and at times turn surprisingly intense and even philosophical about issues too distant for me to consider important. But his shyness made him a social cripple, often leaving him moody and far too serious.
Pete was the complete opposite of Mark. Stocky and barrel-chested, he insisted that his 5 foot, 10 inch frame set him at above average height. He often claimed his dark brown hair—which always stuck up straight and thick at the crown—was his best feature. My electrician father told me it resembled a multi-stranded cable plug, and had once offered to insert it into a 220-volt socket to ‘clear the shit out of Pete’s brain.’
Unlike Pete or Mark, I was tall and lanky, desperately waiting for a healthy ratio of fat and muscle to fill out my frame. But no matter how much I ate or exercised, my metabolism seemed determined to keep me skinny and athletically undeveloped. I thought my face to be rather unremarkable—the kind that was easy to recognize and just as easy to forget. And although I liked the color of my sandy-blonde hair, I religiously backcombed it, keeping its unappreciated curl under control.
Pete thought of himself as our unofficial leader. Being the most outspoken of the group, he always tried to control our conversations. He usually started things off by updating The List—twenty of the school’s arguably most attractive girls, hand-picked by Pete as the most deserving of his attentions. Every morning, he re-ordered the priority—deciding who should be asked out first and who would have to wait—based on recently changed hairstyles or which ones had been seen talking to some of the jocks.
Pete’s master plan was to date every girl on The List before the end of the school year. But Mark and I knew the truth: Pete’s preoccupation with The List was little more than an adolescent substitute for real sexual contact. We knew because of Pete’s notorious past attempts to engage the fairer sex. Most had found him annoying and irritating, and certainly not someone they would consider going out with.
But even though most girls held him in unmistakable disfavor, Pete still thought of himself as a real cocks-man. He even carried a picture of the girl who he swore had given him his first blowjob. He claimed she had seduced him while standing in line at Taco Bell, insisting they do it behind the building in the parking lot. Several years later, I found out he’d made up the story, cutting the picture from his older sister’s high school annual in an attempt to convince us of his advanced sexual experience.
So why did I put up with him? Because in spite of Pete’s hollow boasting, in spite of the obvious pretense of his list, I knew they were mere by-products of a mutually shared obsession—and the main reason for our daily meetings:
Watching.
It was why we chose the quad. An open area roughly half the size of a football field, it was choked with waves of arriving students, moving from buses to lockers, and then to first period classes. There was no better spot from which to watch.
And we did. Constantly.
Short, tall or the ever-coveted medium, it didn’t matter. Observing the female form was our art, and we practiced it every day—rain or shine—between eight and eight-thirty. Vigilantly attentive, we collectively gawked at every curve and contour, delighting in tight, muscled legs and the exquisite prominence of nubile teen-age breasts.
By the third week of school we had memorized the wardrobes of our cherished favorites, sometimes offering a silent prayer of thanks when a preferred dress or sweater came into view. And when we were lucky—when they passed close enough—we would inhale deeply, reveling in the intoxicating mixture of Shalimar, Breck, and Ivory soap.
    With each of us contributing to a constant narrative of the passing scene, we talked about touching them, holding them, and exchanging gallons of bodily fluids with those we imagined to be willing. Like most guys without dates, we brazenly planned our next conquest, wondering aloud if Wednesday was too late in the week to call our first choice and ask her out.
    But the truth was devastating: Despite our insatiable appetites for the earthy, our sexual posturing was purely theoretical. True to traditional high school hierarchy, only the jocks and party boys could actually speak in the past tense about their sexual triumphs. If there was one thing our little group genuinely shared, it was the knowledge that our collective carnal experience was limited to a few kisses sideswiped from an unsuspecting cheek as we attempted a nervous goodnight.
 GIVEAWAY (CLOSED)

Thanks to the wonderful Jaye Frances, I have 1 ebook (Kindle) of this novel to giveaway here on my blog!

***Open To Everyone!***

Giveaway policies:

  • To Enter: Please leave a comment indicating why you want to read this novel and leave your e-mail address.
  • This giveaway ends on April 15, 2012
  • This giveaway is open to those 13 years of age or older. 
  • All giveaway winners will be announced on the blog.
  • I can disqualify any entry as I see fit. 
  • I will use Random.org to select the winners.
  • Once the winners have been notified, they will have 24 hours to confirm their interest otherwise new winners will be selected.

WINNER: SOPHIA

Happy reading until next time!