Every other Friday, the novelists of The Society of YA Storytellers blog on a common topic for fun or education, but mostly for fun. It’s called “Fun Friday” after all!


It’s Fun Friday! This week is about FIREWORKS; excerpts that explode with all sorts of feels. Drama…gotta love it!

I thought I’d share with you a scene from my current work in progress, House of Gammen. Oh yeah, that’s right. The FINAL book of the Midnight Guardian series. I love this scene, but it might not make it into the final draft. I thought I would share it here just in case.

Team Colby and Team Arden, you can hold onto the hope that it might not make it in the book. Concentrate on that and breathe. Slowly. In and out. You’ll be okay. I promise. For Team Brun, I have just two words…wish granted.

The first time Brun Gammen used his inhuman speed in Keira’s presence it made her skin crawl. This time was different.

In a fraction of a second, he was inside the window, in her bedroom. His green eyes were full of regret and longing as they focused only on her. It wasn’t a ploy. It was his humanity showing.

His lips crushed hers. Fingers slid into her hair and cradled her head. She didn’t need to think about sinking into his embrace. It was a natural response, as right as taking cover before the storm.

“I promise,” he whispered when she came up for air. “I know it’s what you want to hear, but it’s also what I want. Truthfully. We’re bound.”


This time she didn’t stick a dagger in him. She didn’t slap him or smack him. It was her that closed in on him this time, pulling Brun back into the kiss with an eagerness that brought every nerve in her body to the surface. Keira’s hands played their way down his spine to rest in the small of his back.

“I shouldn’t do this,” she whispered, but she couldn’t help but hold him, kiss him. His lips were soft and reacted to hers in perfect synchronization. Their connection so strong it held her captive, drove her for more.

Brun pulled back from her. “I don’t want you to ever regret kissing me.”

She smiled and reached for him again.

In a dizzying whirl, her back hit the wall. A moan escaped from her throat. Brun’s lips trailed down and placed gentle kisses along her neckline. Her eyes closed.

Hands expertly smoothed down her shoulders. His lips met hers again, pulling her breath into his body in a long draw.

And then nothing.

Nothing except the air that hit her face like standing in front of a fan that had suddenly been switched on.

But it wasn’t the nothingness or the air that forced her eyes to open. It was the fist pounding on her bedroom door.

“Keira, open up. Are you okay? What was that noise?”

Arden Wright was a dead man.