Happy Valentine’s Day
Happy Valentine's Day to Kai and to Kai alone.
Valentine’s Day is the perfect time to spotlight one of my favorite romantic moments from Holland, My Heart. Holland and Kai’s chemistry practically leaps off the page in this scene, where witty banter meets undeniable tension. It’s the kind of interaction that makes your heart race—and maybe even blush, just like Kai does.
Picture this: Holland, standing in the doorway of her home, already questioning her “power play” in inviting Kai over. What starts as a carefully crafted plan quickly turns into an emotional free fall. When Kai hands her a bottle of Veuve Clicquot (her request) and a box of chocolates (definitely not her request), Holland begins to wonder if she’s the only one at risk of drowning in the deep end of their undeniable connection.
Kai, with his signature confidence, assures her: “We are indeed celebrating.” The question is, what exactly are they celebrating? And are they on the same page? Yet?
This scene captures everything I love about Holland and Kai’s dynamic—sharp dialogue, sizzling tension, and the vulnerability that makes their relationship so compelling.
If you haven’t had the chance to dive into their love story yet, Holland, My Heart is available in paperback, ebook, and audiobook everywhere. This Valentine’s Day, treat yourself to a romance that’s full of wit, heart, and the kind of love that will leave you swooning.
What’s your favorite kind of romantic moment—witty banter, undeniable tension, or something else entirely?
“Kai, please come in.” How long have we been standing in the doorway staring at each other? Holy guacamole. I am way in over my head here. What was I thinking, inviting him to my home? I was so sure it was a power play when I devised my plan. Now it feels like the fast track to serious drowning. In him.
“The wine you requested.” He hands me a cool-to-the-touch bottle of Veuve Clicquot. “And the chocolates you did not.” His copper skin tints the slightest bit red—is he blushing? Maybe this evening isn’t completely out of control yet. If he’s making himself blush by bringing me chocolates, I may not be the only one in the deep end. Food for thought.
“Champagne?” I raise a single eyebrow. “Were you under the impression we’re celebrating?”
“Yes,” he says, walking confidently into my living space, now the doorway spell is broken. “We are indeed celebrating. I’m sorry you had to prompt tonight’s meeting, Holland. I’m thrilled we have a chance to celebrate together.” I wonder what he could possibly be thinking.
