The Possibilities of Amy: Jaye Frances Guest Post and Give@way

Thank you, Marcie, for hosting me today on To Read or Not To Read. I really appreciate the opportunity to share a sneak peek at my new coming-of-age romance novella, The Possibilities of Amy.

 A few months ago I attended my high school reunion (not saying which one!) It was earmarked by all the usual characteristics: a rented banquet hall, some hastily prepared table decorations, and a few balloons taped over the doorways. The electricity in the air that was ever-so-present when we were seventeen had been replaced by awkward pauses and quick scans at nametags, making it clear how time had affected our memories. After sampling the over-done pot roast, and reminiscing with girlfriends about the Friday night dances, I was approached by an unknown-until-now admirer. He introduced himself, we exchanged a little small talk, and after some embarrassing moments of me trying to remember which classes we had shared, he went right to the bottom line.

“I had a huge crush on you in high school. I wish I’d said something then, but I was so shy, I could never work up the courage to ask you out.”

I told him how flattered I was, and that indeed, I wished he’d been a bit more bold, assuring him that I would have accepted his invitation. We chatted for a few more minutes, I introduced him to my husband, and he introduced me to his wife. An hour later we were saying our goodbyes. And in one of those brief, yet never-to-be-forgotten moments, when my husband had gone to retrieve our coats, and his wife was busy exchanging business cards, he left me with a bittersweet tribute to all the secret loves that remain unspoken.

“I’ve always wondered how much different my life would have been with you in it,” he said. And without hesitating, he added, “And even today, I still do.”

That experience became the motivation for The Possibilities of Amy. A way for me to re-live the excitement, passion—and disappointment—of young love.

In this coming-of-age romance, the main character, David, is a shy high school senior who is infatuated by Amy, the new transfer student. But before he can work up the courage to approach her, he learns that his friends have their own plans—a competition to determine who will be the first to seduce her. David must now decide whether to stand in allegiance with his peers, or follow his heart in pursuing the girl of his dreams.

In the following excerpt, David and Amy are on their first date. After sitting through a movie in awkward silence, David is disappointed and frustrated. He knows he’s running out of time, and so far, his chances of getting another date look very slim. Needing to clear his head, he visits the concession stand. He returns to the car and discovers that Amy seems to have overcome her quiet disinterest.

Here’s an excerpt:

The lines at the snack bar were short, and as always, it was apparent who had dates and who didn’t. There was a certain stance, a look of confidence when ordering for two. Those with dates patiently waited in line, nodding to each other, silently acknowledging others of their own kind, their behavior separating them from the conspicuous stags that shuffled back and forth, desperately searching for someone they knew.

In minutes, I was stuffing a tub of popcorn and two sodas into a pop-out cardboard tray, the paper cups giving off little blackboard squeaks as I twisted them in tight.
As I walked back through the incandescent twilight, the rise and fall of the aisle humps forced me to slow down to keep the drinks in balance. I hesitated as I approached each new row of cars, ready to steer away from those that were familiar. I didn’t want any friendly interruptions or unexpected visitors.

I remembered how a few hours earlier—just before leaving to pick up Amy—I had practiced holding her, wrapping my arms around empty space, imagining how her body would feel next to mine.

I spotted the Falcon, and inside, Amy’s shadowy form still hovering on the passenger side of the car. She recognized me, gave a little wave and scooted over to open my door.

“Was it crowded?”

“Not really.”

She reached out with both hands, taking the popcorn and one of the drinks. Tossing the cardboard tray to the ground, I balanced the other soda in one hand and turned sideways, wedging myself back into the seat.

What happened next was so unexpected, yet so welcome, I instinctively knew I would hold the memory of that moment for the rest of my life.

There, on my glorious, factory-installed, green vinyl bench seat, Amy had left just enough room for me to squeeze in and shut the door. I slid in beside her like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle, feeling the razor sharp exhilaration that comes from the first touch of a woman’s body.

“Am I crowding you?” she asked.

“No, you’re fine. Perfect.”

She was more than perfect, better than fine. With her body pressed against me, I was acutely aware of the shapely contours of her breasts, her narrow waist, the seductive curve of her hips and the muscles in her thighs. I could feel a stray wisp of her hair teasing the back of my neck, and with each breath, I could smell the clean, unmistakable scent of lilac soap.

I looked toward heaven and offered a quick prayer of thanks. Maybe I would give up cursing, or jack-off only every other day. Surely I could give up cursing.

“Open up,” she commanded.


“Open your legs a little.”

I did it without thinking.

“We need a place for this.” She wedged the tub of popcorn between my thighs. Shoving a straw through the plastic lid of her drink, she jousted with the ice cubes, then held it up to my mouth.

Without hesitation, I took it between my lips and sucked until I tasted the sweet liquid. She waited for me to release, then brought it to her own lips. The translucent paper tube darkened as she filled her mouth. We were sharing fluids, from the common end of a straw.

She reached down, digging into the popcorn. I could feel the movement of her fingers through the side of the container.

She brought several kernels to my mouth. As I parted my lips, she gently placed them inside, her fingertips lingering on my tongue. I sucked on the oily corn, believing I could discern the taste of her skin from the slick greasy coating.

Had something happened while I was at the snack bar? Had someone recognized my car and stopped to chat, assuring her that I would never take advantage of the unwilling?

It didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to question my good fortune, and I pretended there was nothing unusual about a beautiful girl feeding me with bare fingers.

Here’s a brief synopsis:

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.

Author Bio:  Jaye Frances is the author of the paranormal-occult romance novel The Kure, the first book in The Kure series, The Possibilities of Amy, a coming-of-age story of high school romance, and The Cruise-All That Glitters, a humorous adult satire about a single guy hoping to have a romantic encounter at sea. Her upcoming work, scheduled for a Summer 2012 release, is titled The Beach, a sci-fi fantasy about a man who is given the opportunity to receive his ultimate wish and lives to regret it. She is also a featured columnist for the NUSA SUN magazine. Born in the Midwest, Jaye 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. For more information, visit Jaye’s website at, or Jaye’s Blog at
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