I, I still remember
How you looked that afternoon
There was only you
I Still Remember by Bloc Party is one of my favourite songs because of the simple, pure and direct emotion the first lines evoke every single time I listen to it. One day I was walking down the street with my headphones on, listening to a random playlist, when it came on, and instantly I felt it again. A connection to the lyrics and the melody and the immediate nostalgia the song provoked, and I knew I wanted to capture that emotion in a story. That bittersweet feeling of reminiscing about the first teenage crush that mattered, the one that changed everything and, perhaps, made you realise something about yourself. That’s what my new novelette I Still Remember is about.
While this story definitely breaks my record of erotic scenes per book, it’s also fiercely romantic and every sexual act has a strong emotional root. I enjoyed writing it so much and I can only hope that joy found its way onto the page. It has all my favourite elements: lesbians, nostalgia, a massage and lots of feelings. (But no blouses open at the throat this time, sorry. ;-p)
Here’s the blurb:
Successful news anchor Elise returns to her hometown after running away from a love she couldn’t understand nor act upon twenty years ago. When she bumps into her old best friend Amy, the one she had to get away from, all that was left unspoken bubbles to the surface and they revisit the past in more ways than one.