Saturday Snippet


 Well, this week’s theme was a toughie! Author’s favorite scene. What? Oh my gosh. I had a terrible time picking this. Eventually, I decided to go back to my all-time favorite book, Sugar and Spice. No idea why I love that book so much other than it’s just sort of happy story and I will admit if I need a pick-me-up, I go hang out with Travers and Brooks again. It’s a friends to lover story and a great deal of the first chapter is flashbacks. I love a good flashback–LOL. Here’s one for your Saturday Snipper reading enjoyment!


Ginny took the exit off the interstate and turned left, heading for her home. At a stoplight, she thought of how Travers always seemed to be the one person in her life who managed to pick up the pieces. He had the undeniable ability to make her feel better when she was sad or upset or scared, and once again she felt herself drifting back to another time when he’d been there for her…

It was senior prom night and their little gang of four plus dates had headed to Travers’ house. His parents were out of town.

She tapped on Travers’ bedroom door. “Travers,” she whispered. “Are you in there?”

Travers was shirtless when he opened the door and slipped out into the hallway. “What is it, Brooks? Don’t tell me my parents came home.”

“No,” she replied, shaking her head. She knew she should be embarrassed for breaking up his make-out session with his date, but he was her best friend and she knew he’d have the solution to her problem. “I did it.”

“Did what?”

It, Travers, you know. The big It.” God help her if she had to say the word “sex”.

“With Erik Rogers? What the hell is wrong with you? The guy’s a wimp…an idiot.”

Ginny rolled her eyes at his continual insults toward her first real boyfriend. “Dammit, Travers, will you just shut up and listen to me?”

He took a closer look at her face. “Have you been crying? Did that dickhead hurt you? Where is he? I’ll kill the pansy ass!”

Ginny gripped his arm as Travers started down the hallway. “He didn’t hurt me. Well, I mean, not more than I expected. It’s supposed to hurt the first time.”

“Shit,” Travers cursed and looked at the wall. For a second, Ginny thought he might punch it. He was surly and out of sorts all the time nowadays. Anderson thought Travers was stressed out about going off to college and disappointed she wasn’t going with them.

Ginny swallowed back the lump in her throat when she thought of her mother taking pictures of her and Erik tonight before the dance. She’d been wearing a baseball cap to hide the fact her hair was gone. Cancer and chemotherapy were a bitch. When her mother had been diagnosed, Ginny stopped applying to colleges and started studying medical journals, trying to help chart the surest course for her mother to overcome the hateful disease. When the doctor’s bills started arriving, the idea of paying for college became an impossibility. Ginny planned to get a job following graduation and to remain at home to help her father care for her mother.

“Why were you crying, Brooks?”

“It wasn’t what I expected.”

“Sex? What do you mean?”

“Well…” Ginny struggled to find the words to express what was bothering her. “It was always so exciting when Erik and I made out and I really wanted more. And I felt that way tonight too. I mean, it felt good before he, well, you know…got inside me. Then it hurt and then it was over.”

A smug smile crossed Travers’ face and Ginny instantly regretted talking to him.

“You didn’t come, did you?” he asked.

Ginny shook her head. “I thought it was supposed to be this magical thing. Special, you know? I didn’t even have time to pretend to like it. I mean—”

She didn’t have a chance to finish her comment because Travers burst into laughter.

“This isn’t funny!”

He attempted to pull himself together although he snorted back a few chuckles as he spoke. “No, it’s not. An eighteen-year-old girl planning to fake an orgasm with her first boyfriend is not funny.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not like we’re going to get many more chances to try to perfect it. He’s headed to boot camp the day after graduation. That’s just next week.”

“I don’t think you should try again at all. I’ve told you a million times, you and Erik are too different. He’s not right for you. Let the bastard ship off.”

Ginny frowned. “You’re not being helpful.”

He sighed heavily. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I guess I just wish you would’ve waited. Erik’s the wrong guy for you.”

“I’m tired of waiting. You guys have been doing it for ages.”

Travers laughed. “It’s different for us.”


“It’ll get better, Brooks. Most girls don’t come the first time. It’s a problem with the female mind. You all think too much and forget to let go and have fun. I can just imagine everything that was running through your head while old Erik was struggling with the condom. Let’s see, I bet you were worried about the way you looked naked, your prom dress getting wrinkled, getting caught, somebody hearing you, what your mom would say. Have I covered it all?”

Ginny giggled. “You left out the ‘condom breaking, getting pregnant’ one. That’s a biggie.”

Travers gripped her by the back of the neck and placed a kiss on top of her head. “Dear God, tell me the condom didn’t break.”

“It didn’t break.”

“Yeah, well, this little conversation just proves my point. Don’t worry about it, Brooks. I’m sure the sex will get better. Probably not with the eunuch Erik— Oof! Hey, what’d you punch me for?”

“That was for Erik.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek. “And that was for me.”

Sugar and Spice is available at Ellora’s Cave, Barnes and NobleAmazon, and Sony.

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Posted June 5, 2010 by Mari Carr in category "Uncategorized