Hi everyone and welcome to the MFRW’s ‘Firsts Blog Hop’. This blog hop is celebrating, well... ‘firsts’. There is an old saying “That you always remember your first’, but I think in many ways this can apply to not only your love, but so many other things as well. It could mean nearly anything – from the first romance novel you read, or your first crush or even your first love.
So, I reflected on some of my ‘firsts’ and a hundred things ran through my mind... here’s just a few.
The first time I... saw Paris; fell in love; held my babies in my arms; said ‘yes’ to the right man; cooked a soufflé; rode a horse/ plane/ train/ elephant/ water buffalo; stayed in a castle; read historical fiction (thank you Ms. Seaton, I have had a crush on John of Gaunt ever since) or wrote a story.
Our lives are filled with ‘firsts’, some wonderful, others not so – but all uniquely ours.
And then of course there is the first kiss. They can be magical, exciting, unexpected or maybe even a little disappointing. There is the tingle of anticipation when you realise you are about to be kissed. And whether or not it ends up being the beginning of something special – you always remember it.
So what is one of your favourite ‘firsts’?
|Top Hat modelled by Alannah|
I’m giving away a pdf copy of my latest novella, Misrule’s Mistress. To be in the running please leave an answer & your email in the comment section at the very bottom of this post. I will select a winner on the 14th Feb using the top hat method (top hat pictured). Thank you so much for hopping by and I hope you discover some lovely new writers and great stories.
Lord Barric Cranley wants Lady Ellette for his wife but she has already refused once. He knows that Ellette loves him… it’s just she hasn’t realized it yet. With a little help, cunning and the Feast of Misrule, Barric plans to capture his bride and make it a Christmas she’ll never forget.
Ellette’s first kiss from Misrule’s Mistress.
“Aye, tis nothing. The air of the hall was hot and noisy but my head is clear now,” Ellette said with a smile; but holding her breath she watched as Barric walked over to her. Gently his hands touched her face, his fingers moving in little circles over her temples. It was a kind gesture, one that was meant to soothe, but all Ellette could feel was a trail of fire. Her eyes widened as she raised her head and looked at him. Barric’s eyes warmed and he bent down and gently kissed her. His mouth was soft and warm and a thousand butterflies looped and fluttered in her stomach. His arms wound around her waist and pulled her closer. She could feel the hard planes of his chest as she pressed against him. A slow, warmth began to burn and spread throughout Ellette’s body. The kiss deepened as Barric’s tongue slipped between her lips and Ellette was swept away by him... his scent and touch and the way it made her want to linger in his arms.
She felt the pressure of his lips lessen and she kissed him back. Her arm reached behind his head in an attempt to stop him pulling away.