Guest Post: All Laced Up by Erin Fletcher!
I am so pleased to have Erin Fletcher, the author of All Laced Up, on the blog today! If you know me at all, you know of my obsession with hockey romance stories and this one is right up my alley. Today, Erin is sharing a bit of a personal story that helped inspire her for the book! Read on!
An Ice Skating Date: It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time…
In addition to being an author, I’m also a former figure skater. My knowledge about skating was incredibly helpful while writing my most recent figure skater and hockey player YA romance, All Laced Up. There was one time when my skating experience wasn’t so helpful…on a date.
You see, there was this guy. We’ll protect the innocent and call him John. John and I had already been out twice when he asked me what I wanted to do one Saturday. Naturally, I said I wanted to go ice skating. Not only would I be able to share something I loved with him, but is there anything cuter than a couple holding hands while skating around a rink? I didn’t think so. John was slightly less enthusiastic since he’d never stepped foot into an ice arena before, but he was a good enough sport to go along with my plan.
We headed to the rink, laced up our skates, and stepped onto the ice. John was wobbly and had to spend some time hanging on to the boards, but that was okay. I’d taught plenty of beginner skaters and enjoyed teaching him.
Eventually, John started to get the hang of it, and I led him away from the wall. He was doing well, if still a little shaky. The date was going perfectly! But then it happened. I’m still not sure exactly what happened, but the next thing I knew, John was falling. I was just far enough away that I couldn’t do anything to catch him or stop him. I watched helplessly as he face-planted onto the ice. Emphasis on face.
When I helped him up, I saw that his face was bleeding in not one, but two places – forehead and cheek. That’s right. The poor guy ended our third date bleeding from his head. Thankfully, it was his pride that hurt more than anything, but still…not good.
Pro tip: if you want to go ice skating on a date, be prepared that injuries might happen. Or, be like Lia from All Laced Up and date a hockey player who already knows how to skate!
Thank you so much to Valia for having me on your blog! Happy reading!
Title: All Laced Up (Breakaway #1)
Author: Erin Fletcher
Everyone loves hockey superstar Pierce Miller. Everyone except Lia Bailey.
When the two are forced to teach a skating class to save the rink, Lia’s not sure she’ll survive the pressure of Nationals and Pierce’s ego. Not only can’t he remember her name, he signed her bottle of water like she was one of his groupies. Ugh.
But if there’s one thing Lia knows better than figure skating, it’s hockey. Hoping to take his ego down a notch—or seven—she logs into his team website under an anonymous name to give him pointers on his less-than-stellar playing.
Turns out, Pierce isn’t arrogant at all. And they have a lot in common. Too bad he’s falling for the anonymous girl online. No matter how much fun they’re starting to have in real life, she’s afraid he’s going to choose fake-Lia over the real one…
Disclaimer: This book contains a swoony hockey player (and his equally swoony friends!), one-too-many social media accounts, kisses that’ll melt ice, and a secret identity that might not be so secret after all…
All Laced Up on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32057113-all-laced-up?ac=1&from_search=true
All Laced Up on Amazon US: https://amzn.com/B01LZUDKTF
All Laced Up on Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/All-Laced-Up-Erin-Fletcher-ebook/dp/B01LZUDKTF
All Laced Up on B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/all-laced-up-erin-fletcher/1124650107?ean=9781633757684
Erin is a young adult author from North Carolina. She is a morning person who does most of her writing before sunrise, while drinking excessive quantities of coffee. She believes flip-flops qualify as year-round footwear, and would spend every day at the beach if she could. She has a bachelor’s degree in mathematics, which is almost never useful when writing books.